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Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash BinCh4 - Genius Cannonfodder’s Counterattack Record (4)


translator: baumkuchen  editor: serefina

The plagiarism incident was only the opening act of Cheng Yuan’s tragic fate. kSu1y


After Yang Baihua returned home and finished listening to Cheng Yuan’s miserable sobs, he placed his hands on his shoulders, saying, “Xiao Cheng, calm down.”

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Cheng Yuan’s eyes reddened. “Old Yang, believe me, you have to believe me.”

Yang Baihua said, “Of course I believe you.” JHyuj6

Cheng Yuan tugged at Yang Baihua, repeatedly trying to prove himself to him and asking for help, “You saw me write those songs, right? I even let you listen to them, I even……”

Yang Baihua took his hand in his and pressed it to his chest, “I know.”

Cheng Yuan trembled as he leaned into that warm and solid chest, like a someone who had finally found a support in the constantly changing world.

As he listened to that ever-so-close heartbeat, his ears became hot and numb, and he felt as if this was his only safe harbour in the entire world.


Now with reassuring support, Cheng Yuan’s bloodshot eyes filled with fierce flames. He weakly gnashed his teeth, saying, “I can’t just let this go. I want to sue Tang Huan, I want…”

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Yang Baihua stilled.

He stroked Cheng Yuan’s back. “Xiao Cheng, you’re being too impulsive. You shouldn’t be making decisions right now.” dxwZ5A

But Cheng Yuan couldn’t care less about that right now.

He was suffering from a severe migraine. Before Yang Baihua had come back he’d taken two tablets, but they were slow to take effect. The headache and the anger combined tormented him to the point where his entire body was trembling and he was drenched in cold sweat. “Why? It’s my song, I can’t just let her steal it and frame me for everything.”

Yang Baihua furrowed his eyebrows and pushed him away, raising his voice slightly, “Xiao Cheng, calm down and listen to me. You can’t sue her.”

Cheng Yuan wordlessly opened and closed his mouth. He stared at him, waiting for an explanation. fFo64t

Yang Baihua sighed deeply, “……This matter is Xiaoyan’s wrong.”


Yang Baihua’s younger cousin Yang Xiaoyan had been entrusted to Yang Baihua by his third uncle when she had been admitted into an average normal university half a year ago.

She often came over to Yang Baihua’s house for meals. She was the first one in the Yang family to find out her older cousin’s sexual orientation, and often used the excuse of “keeping the secret” to get Yang Baihua to treat her to several large meals.  EaLFjS

All the members of the Yang family had good appearances. Yang Xiaoyan similarly couldn’t be considered ugly with a white, neat, melon-shaped face. She liked music, and also liked to compose a few small tunes to publish on the internet since the lyrics she added could arouse the sympathy of beautiful and distressed young girls. She’d even accumulated almost ten thousand fans. This made her rather proud of herself, flaunting herself as a woman of talent.

But Cheng Yuan actually didn’t really like her.

Every time she visited, she’d stick to Cheng Yuan, asking him how much one of his songs could sell for and if he had any connections in the music business. Cheng Yuan didn’t like hearing about such things and would just haphazardly wave it off every time. However, Yang Xiaoyan would never get the hint and would even act spoiled with Yang Baihua, complaining, “Cousin, look, Xiao Cheng-ge’s family has connections but he won’t even help me out a little. I’m so helpless.”

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Xiaoyan lived in a four-person dorm and her three roommates were all from the city. She refused to lose to them, and would constantly splurge on high quality makeup and branded clothes. rVQdTd

Given these spending habits of hers, of course her money was never enough. She could only frequently search out Yang Baihua to borrow more, who really gave it every time she asked. He never refused, not even once. Because of this, there was once when he didn’t even dare to order anything other than plain rice from the company canteen for an entire month.

Seeing this, Cheng Yuan’s heart had hurt beyond compare. It was at that time that he’d started learning how to cook.


Cheng Yuan stared blankly at Yang Baihua. He asked, confused, “What did you say?” g3kdbX

Yang Baihua patiently explained, “Just now, right after we hung up, Xiaoyan called. Do you remember? Last time when mom, dad and third sister came to visit, you’d went elsewhere to stay. Her phone ran out of battery, so she borrowed my phone to look through Taobao. As she was flipping through the stores, she accidentally started playing the demo you wrote. She really liked what she heard and asked me if it was you who wrote it, praising you non-stop.”  

Cheng Yuan’s eyes widened slightly.

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Yang Baihua summoned up his courage and continued, “I didn’t think too much of it at the time. I told her you wrote it, and that you liked to write some songs every once in a while. She just hummed in acknowledgement and went back to playing. I never thought that she would……”

Cheng Yuan understood. Not daring to believe his own words, he asked, “She stole my songs and sold them? You just let her steal them?” BTMold

“Don’t put it like that,” Yang Baihua said helplessly, “I didn’t know, and Xiaoyan…… she just really likes your songs. She told me that she didn’t have enough money and wanted to earn some herself. However, the songs she wrote weren’t being accepted by any record labels, so she just wanted to try mixing your songs with hers and sending them in as a test. She never thought that once she sent them in they would all be accepted and the six songs would be bought in an instant.《Innermost Feelings》 and 《Autumn Thoughts》…… were picked up by Tang Huan.”

“She ‘just really likes my songs’?” Cheng Yuan flared up with rage. “She asked me once what I planned on naming my songs. I told her I’d thought up a name for one song in particular and it’d be called 《Innermost Feelings》.”

He grabbed his phone, turned it on, and showed Yang Baihua the line from the cover of Tang Huan’s album. “……Old Yang, I ask you, what is this?! Did she even copy the name? This is what you call unintentional?”


“……You’ve written so many messy songs and never sent them out. She never thought it would end up like this.” Yang Baihua’s tone had become abnormally heavy. He reached out a hand and grabbed Cheng Yuan’s wrist, “She never thought it’d get so big. When she called me, she was really scared and even cried.”

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Cheng Yuan thought numbly, who cares that she cried.

Yang Baihua painstakingly persuaded, “She already knows she was wrong. But she’s still young, and you should forgive her. If you sue her and the situation gets even bigger, what will it be like for her at school? How would I explain this to my family?”


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Cheng Yuan’s entire life had been smooth-sailing up to this point, and never faced any big crisis. This incident was like a sudden landslide. His mind had become completely muddled, and Yang Baihua’s firm tone swayed him. “……Really?”

“Yes,” Yang Baihua patiently guided him, “Think about it, since she was young my parents have treated Xiaoyan like their own child. If our relationship is exposed to them because of Xiaoyan’s matter and Xiaoyan’s reputation is dragged through the mud, then as the main perpetrator, how are they going to accept you?” YdP0Wc


Cheng Yuan hugged his head, curling up into a ball.

“……Why?” Cheng Yuan muttered, “Why……”

His life’s desire, his dream of making music, was ruined. cBtR69

Furthermore, his lover was firmly standing on the side of his family. If he didn’t agree to take the responsibility for Xiaoyan, his and Yang Baihua’s future together would be over.

His lover or his dream, which one was he supposed to choose?


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Cheng Yuan had been very obedient since he was young, and other than music, he didn’t have any hobbies. Yang Baihua was the very first person that Cheng Yuan had ever loved like this. GO9nyg

To love a person was to carefully place them within your heart, yet fear that your heart wouldn’t be soft enough for them.  

Yang Baihua was very good and gentle to him. He would coax him when his temper as an artist flared up, he was down-to-earth, diligent, and they were very compatible in bed.

Cheng Yuan couldn’t bear to rip open his bloody chest right after experiencing a tempestuous storm that tore his tendons and broke his bones, and forcefully dig out this man who he had loved for three years.

He couldn’t do it. yDId2v

Cheng Yuan grabbed hold of Yang Baihua’s shirt and tugged. He asked softly, “With this kind of reputation, how will I write songs? Will there be anyone who still wants me?”

Yang Baihua, hearing him give in, unconsciously breathed a big sigh of relief.

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He pulled Cheng Yuan into his embrace. “I want you.”

……This actually wasn’t the answer Cheng Yuan had wanted. CvWsd7

But this was also the best, and only answer he could get at this stage.


Cheng Yuan’s company quickly issued a statement severely condemning such vile acts of plagiarism, and even firmly terminated Cheng Yuan’s contract while demanding compensation for this breach of contract.  

At this critical moment, Cheng Yuan’s older brother Cheng Jian ran over in a rage, pointing at his younger brother’s nose and scolding harshly, “Cheng Yuan, can you endure this? Something this big happened but you still didn’t contact your family? If you don’t consider yourself a part of the Cheng family, you should say so earlier!” zv49Qe

Cheng Yuan didn’t respond.

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His reputation had already rotted. Since he’d already decided to cover up the truth, he had to hide everything from even his family.


After scolding him, his brother helped him pay the fine, then spent money to delete the posts online. Still frustrated, he even started to fight online personally with the people scolding him. wOx17C

The netizens, noticing that their comments were being deleted, fought back even harder. The situation became more and more heated. Tang Huan’s company also hadn’t given up on all this free publicity, and started to wantonly buy internet water armies and made marketing posts, boosting the flames from behind the scenes. Amongst them, a particular online singer with over half a million fans was the most fierce. He was a famous Tang Huan fan who sent six to seven Weibo posts a day chasing after Cheng Yuan to ridicule him.  

A particular post said: “The plagiarising dog probably should be hiding under his bedsheets and trembling in fear now [doge face][doge face][doge face]

Underneath was a mad carnival of Tang Huan fans, their comments full of obscenities horrendous enough to make people feel sick.


Cheng Yuan was really scared. He shut off his private messages, shut off his phone, and confined himself in his home. Yang Baihua was patient with him, but he had just started work and didn’t have that much time to accompany him every day.

Cheng Yuan thought that after this was over everything would be okay. If he just stuck it out for now, he could still make a comeback.

But afterwards, Cheng Yuan found out he could no longer write songs or even touch the piano. The moment he pressed a key he would think of 《Innermost Feelings》, the piano prelude he had so meticulously composed, and his heart would throb so fast his hands would shake with nausea. He couldn’t even play a complete song.

After many, many attempts, he suddenly raised both fists and smashed them onto the piano. CLrjO6

The piano let out two groans, one high, one low.

Cheng Yuan, a genius who had, in college, single-handedly propped up an entire orchestra, couldn’t even play《Ode to Joy》anymore.

That day, he collapsed to the floor and cried for a very long time.

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After Yang Baihua got back, he hugged him and comforted, “If you can’t write, it’s fine. I’ll take care of you.” dWj2b7


Yang Baihua remained as gentle as he always was, as if what Cheng Yuan was going through wasn’t anything big and that he would stay with him and stick it out together with him.

But Cheng Yuan became more and more abnormal.

He would often spend entire days just sitting by the bed not knowing what to do; even a bit of sunshine would frighten him; he spent long periods of time refusing to eat and then overeating; he often forgot where he put his keys and wallet, and the notes on the table had been left without an update for a long time. 4SPzAr

He knew he was sick, but when he told everything to Yang Baihua, the man just replied, “You’re just in a bad mood, as long as you go out more often you’ll be fine”.

After more than three months, the Cheng Jian who’d had a big quarrel with his younger brother couldn’t hold back any longer and sneakily ran over to visit him.

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Seeing his younger brother who’d thinned to the point of becoming almost unrecognisable, Cheng Jian had a shock and dragged him off to see a psychiatrist.


When Cheng Jian took Cheng Yuan’s diagnosis of moderate clinical depression to show to their parents, their mother burst into tears on the spot.

Their healthy son had become like this. Their father immediately made an attempt to contact Yang Baihua’s parents, planning on asking what they thought.

It wasn’t until they met with the shocked faces of Yang Baihua’s parents did Cheng Yuan’s parents realize, from the beginning till now, Yang Baihua had never mentioned to his family about him being in a relationship with a man for the past three years.


Cheng Yuan’s parents’ attitude was very clear: The environment within the country wasn’t good, so they wanted to send Xiao Yuan to a small, quiet town abroad, where there was a hospital that specialized in treating depression, to rest.  

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Given how sick Xiao Yuan had become, he couldn’t leave Yang Baihua, so Yang Baihua was allowed to come along. His work visa or immigration papers would be handled by the Cheng family.

That small town was in Europe, where same-sex marriage had been legalised more than ten years ago.

From Cheng Yuan’s parents’ actions, it could be said that they made a great concession for their son.  1oLfzR


Cheng Yuan’s parents originally thought that Yang Baihua’s parents would oppose it and had already prepared a whole string of arguments to persuade them, but after going home to discuss it for a night, Yang Baihua’s parents agreed the very next day.

Cheng Yuan and Yang Baihua immigrated over together.

In their second year overseas, Cheng Yuan’s illness took a turn for the better. He could play the piano again. When he sat down on the piano bench once more, his smile was just like that of a young child. “Old Yang, what song do you want to listen to? I’ll play it for you.” d5xBiH


That year, they got their marriage certificate and had a simple wedding in a church.

In the third year, Yang Baihua made great progress with his career. He proposed immigrating his parents over. Cheng Yuan agreed.

In the fourth year, Yang Baihua became more and more busy. One day when he came home, Cheng Yuan found that his shirt wasn’t the same one as the one he had worn when he had left yesterday. wUV7o0


Cheng Yuan started taking medicine again.

He didn’t know how to ask Yang Baihua about it, and more importantly, he didn’t want to know the answer. As for Yang Baihua’s parents, they were always indifferent towards him. Their attitude towards him couldn’t be considered bad, but it couldn’t be considered good either. Even though they were all living under the same roof, they tended to not speak more than two sentences to each other every day.

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Yang Baihua was too busy, so Cheng Yuan just spent his days at home with two elderly people he couldn’t speak to. He was desperately lonely. 5HB2PY

However, he didn’t want to let his parents worry about him, so every time his parents called he would always force out his most brilliant smile and say to them, “I’m doing great, you don’t need to worry.”

Actually, he wasn’t doing very well.

After he relapsed he kept wanting to die, but at the same time he didn’t dare to die. He was scared of wronging his parents and hurting Yang Baihua, so for them, he tried his best to live and tried his best to stand up from the quagmire.  

He wasn’t afraid of being covered in muddy water himself. He only feared accidentally dirtying the people he cared about. dQZSYX


This lasted until one day, Yang Baihua took a day off work. Cheng Yuan had planned on taking the car to the supermarket two kilometers away to buy groceries, but returned because he’d forgot his wallet, and inadvertently overheard the conversation between Yang Baihua and his mother at the kitchen door.

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Yang Baihua’s mother complained, “You don’t understand, Xiao Cheng is like a gourd that’s had its mouth sawed off, it’s a miracle if he speaks more than five sentences in two days.”

Even after so many years, Yang Baihua’s tone was still just as gentle, “Xiao Cheng doesn’t like talking, mom, don’t be angry at him.” 70Cxpn

Cheng Yuan lowered his head in embarrassment.

……Actually, he used to love talking.

As he thought this, he tiptoed over to the table to get his wallet. Just as he turned around to leave, he heard Yang Baihua’s mother say behind him, “We’ve all already gotten our immigration visas ready, when are you going to leave him?”

Cheng Yuan: “……” 4ntQf1

His neck turned stiff. He lowered his head, blankly staring at the floor before his feet, waiting for Yang Baihua’s answer.

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Yang Baihua was silent.

Cheng Yuan felt his silence like a vice around his throat, choking him so hard he couldn’t breathe.

Yang Baihua’s mother continued, “Being together with a man, and unable to have a child together isn’t normal. Your father and I have had to lie to our relatives, saying you’re working overseas, and everyone’s praising you for your prospects. Two days ago, your uncle called, asking your father to bring back some western tobacco and wine. He even asked after you, asking if you found a foreign wife and had a foreign kid. Tell me, how am I supposed to respond to that?!” WPteh7

Her words were like knives, stabbing themselves one by one into Cheng Yuan’s body. His entire body started trembling uncontrollably, and his stomach twisted with pain.

He bent over slightly, hugging his waist that had already slimmed to the length of a sheet of paper, pressing as hard as possible.

“You’d be able to accept a foreign daughter-in-law?” Half a moment later, Yang Baihua’s warm voice resounded once more. “Some time ago, a new woman entered our company, and she’s Chinese. She and I get along really well.” 

In the midst of her satisfaction, Yang Baihua’s mother thought of another problem. “What are you going to say to Xiao Cheng?” OT8LVs

This time, Yang Baihua’s silence lasted even longer.


Cheng Yuan didn’t wait to hear Yang Baihua’s answer, but he also didn’t let Yang Baihua be troubled for too long.

That night, in the piano room, he slit open his wrists with a utility knife. pCNA6a


So, in the beginning when Chi Xiaochi wanted to run Yang Baihua over with the car, he was being entirely sincere.

Yang Baihua liked Cheng Yuan, but in the end, it was only like.

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His goodwill level of 72 points was only 13 points away from the passing mark of indifference. His ‘like’ was ultimately only worth a card, and a firework. zS T2o


Chi Xiaochi returned home with Yang Baihua.

The living room table was covered with newspapers. Occasionally, the sound of Yang Baihua on the phone drifted over from the other room.

Chi Xiaochi changed into casual clothes. He then went into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and got started on the unwashed dishes that had been piling up for two days. HFBRn6

When he was relaxed, Chi Xiaochi usually had an absent-minded expression. He stood in front of the sink clogged with pieces of leftover vegetables, his eyes half-lidded. He let the water slide down his long, slender, white fingers, his posture languid and peaceful, exuding a noble air and perfectly complementing Young Master Cheng’s identity.

But his dishwashing technique was abnormally well-practiced, not at all like a person whose ten fingers had never been stained by the sun or touched by spring water.

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The system asked him, “You know how to wash dishes?”

Chi Xiaochi replied, deadly earnest, “I even know how to cook.” mEYx2D

The system didn’t believe him. After all, whenever Chi Xiaochi seemed serious, he usually wasn’t.

Because in the next second he asked with that same earnest look on his face, “Right, does the shop sell rat poison?”

“No,” The system snapped.

He now harboured the suspicion that Chi Xiaochi was so enthusiastically doing housework just so he could scout the scene of his future crime. hjrC8Z

Chi Xiaochi said, “There’s something I want to ask.”

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The system was expressionless. “……Oh.”

Chi Xiaochi suggested, “Could you do an inventory check? Your customer requires it.”

The system said, “Cannot.” AjyYBH

Chi Xiaochi said, “Rat poison.”

The system: “……” Dare I ask if that rat just so happens to weigh one hundred and thirty jin, and also happens to be surnamed Yang?

The system wasn’t able to bear it any longer: “Mister Chi, don’t you have any less violent solutions?”

“I do have one.” Chi Xiaochi leisurely wiped off the clean dishes with a dry cleaning cloth and placed them back on the shelf. At last, he finally said something normal, “Tomorrow, I’m going to go visit Cheng Yuan’s older brother.” qlwX41


The author has something to say:

You see that person? Their mouth says they love me, but they still let me be so upset.

——《The Thirty-Five Years I Waited for You》 uFYhTl

This chapter made me so sad T_T

I’ve cried every single time I read it (but this time I was crying for a different reason…. orz)


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On happier news, I got my first Ko-fi yesterday! Thank you, Somebody~~ onlsEv

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Ghostwriters paid to post online messages with particular content. More info here

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(sorry about this t/n it doesn’t work with the square brackets orz)

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A turn of phrase from the story Dream of the Red Chamber, means someone who doesn’t talk, as if their mouth has been sawed off.

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Idiom referring to someone who’s lived a pampered life, never having had to do hard work.

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  1. uwahhh jwj
    i teared up reading this chp.

    i hope mc will paint the town red! ahhaha
    thank you for the chp💖

  2. I just hope that he suffers in the same proportion as he suffered the Cheng Yuan original 😠😠

    Thanks for the chapter! 💕💕💕

    • Nah. Slag gong deserves worse than what happened to thr original. And that bitch cousin Xiaoyan. Damn her. She’s one of the reasons the original died. She should suffer the most. This started from her!

  3. My heart was aching the whole time while reading this chapter…

    I want sweet, sweet revenge!

    Thanks for the chapter! 💕

  4. This was the original Cheng Yuan’s life right?
    😭That poor boy!🤧
    Chi Xiaochi destroy that scum Baihua!!🤬😠

  5. Slag man! I wonder how he reacted to the suicide in the original plot. Hehe, I like the dynamic MC and System have. MC, rat poison is too quick of a death for that scum man! Poor original host, :C.

    Thanks for the chapter!

  6. Thank you for the translation… I still think that YBH deserved to be ran over by a car multiple times, or by multiple cars at a time, take your pick. Rat poison acting too fast to make his suffer. I want to hear his bones cracking slowly one by one. Poor Xiao Cheng..

    • Emotional torture is the best way to go! Those heart-wrenching feelings of guilt and regret, thoughts of what ifs, and the feeling that life has become meaningless and dull that will stay with them their entire lives wahaha

  7. Poor Cheng Yuan… He truly had a depressing life. I’m glad the protagonist is there to change that.

    Thanks for the chapter!

  8. Ouh my heart QAQ I don’t care if he doesn’t understand, break up!

    • Love is blind. But this time, an innocent, youthful and loyal person fell prey to its this enticing emotion. The original Cheng Yuan didn’t deserve such an ending. That scum shitty bitch didn’t deserve this beautiful soul. If it wasn’t for Cheng Yuan’s brother, nobody would have found out that he was suffering. Yang Baihua just brushed over this fact. If it wasn’t for Cheng Yuan’s parents, he might not have been given the road to recovery. His family..even though it hasn’t been written what happened to them after the original Cheng Yuan’s death, they must have been devastated and heartbroken. But what did Yang Baihua’s family do? They stole his work, were ungrateful, and kept looking down on Cheng Yuan. Yang Baihua is the most digusting piece of shit i have eved come across in chinese bl books. At lease even if they are Yandere they still love their partners and are loyal (except those rapey ones.)
      • Wait, i think i accidently replied on your comment instead of writing my own one. Sorry about that😬😁

  9. I swear the MC should’ve just ran that bastard over with a truck! Then he needs to reverse and run that dipsht over again!! (ノಥ益ಥ)ノ ┻━┻

  10. Run that slag over with a car, then considerately drive him to the hospital…stuffed into the trunk and taken thru the bumpiest roads in the city.

  11. I don’t think I’ve ever genuinely hated a cannon fodder before but I’m actually having an adrenaline rush of rage

  12. Thank you for this chapter. ARGHHGh.. this scum top makes me want to bite someone. Now I understand why MC is inquiring about violent ways to end him.

  13. This chapter is just hard for me to swallow. I was so tempted to just brush pass the whole backstory just to save me from the heartache but I need to know…

    …So I can feel that ultimate satisfaction when we send this asshole down under. (Hypothetically speaking, of course)

  14. I retracted my comment from last chapter. I don’t want the target to be hit by a car or slap him till he don’t know left from right. I just wanna let him suffer the Original Host’s hardships x 100.

  15. The OG Chang Yuan had such a supportive and understanding family. They’re not the overly dramatic and stupidly evil family you normally see in Asian dramas.

    The elders are sympathetic and understanding towards his bf’s background, his parents are sensible in that they wouldn’t sabotage their kid’s relationship w/ his bf, and his brother is so supportive and nice. Um, where can I sign up to be a member?

    Seriously tho, his bf let his family take advantage of OG CY. And his cousin, wtf? What she did was not just ethically wrong, it’s also immoral. She should’ve gotten her just desserts. She’s already an adult in college, she should know better than to steal and sell something that isn’t hers.

    CY worked so hard for that, and he was so oriented around his bf, but his bf obviously doesn’t even care for him. Good for his bf to be so family oriented, but he did CY so dirty and wrong by not even confronting his cousin.

    It’s sad seeing him go into depression b/c of that selfish, materialistic cousin—does the bf and his cousin not even feel a sense of responsibility or regret? I’m sure that stupid cousin didn’t even apologize. She made money off of his work. She not only stole his music and damaged his career, but he couldn’t even find his normal joy and passion for composing. He couldn’t even receive proper help or support from them, his family had to step in! I can’t wait to see the face slapping of this ungrateful and selfish family.

  16. Im so angry and sad with this chapter 😭😭😭😭

    Thanks for translating 😘

  17. Rat poison’s too good for him. He deserves a slow, painful death.

  18. I’m really crying when I reading this chapter omg I want to hug CY tightly and punch YB’s face! 😭😭

    Or maybe I will help CX to find a rat poison!

  19. “The Thirty-Five Years I Waited for You”

    is this title of that real life story of a gay man? if it is that story then i cried river after reading it. After reading that i seariously started to search for his partner on internet just so i can beat him up. but alas till date i can’t find that person.

  20. Oh boy, that last comment from the author got me sobbing so hard… Especially since it summons Chen Yuan’s situation really well T^T

  21. I got lost for a moment there..

    As someone who is going through the same thing as the past life Cheng Yuan, (not the familial situation since mine is different) I can feel what he was feeling like it was me. I was a bit absentminded for a second reading that.

  22. I want to kill that asshole.RIGHT.NOW.

    So~ Chi Xiaochi automatically knows how Cheng Yuan lived and suffered just because of one Bitch?🙂

    I’m glad that this arc has ended otherwise I would be so~ frustrated every day if Yang Baihua did something annoying😬 I’m really glad that Chi Xiaochi funny is as hell.

    Well, whatever…I’m coming chapter 71!!😆

  23. poor baby that scum man should be chopped into thousand pieces he doesn’t even deserve rat poison.

  24. The hell? What kind of a jerk is that Yang Baihua?! A controlling freak jerk like that deserves to suffer in pain and wallow in regret! No fast death! I feel really bad for the original… he deserved a lot better. sighs 😔

    Thanks for the chapters so far!

  25. Yang Baihua clearly chose his family over Cheng Yuan but he wasn’t even sincere enough to be honest with Cheng Yuan. He just used him. Behind his gentle nature is evilness capable of destroying a person.

    Poor Cheng Yuan. He fell in love to a wrong person. This is why you shouldn’t shelter a child excessively to the point where they cannot fend off for themselves. He’s a pure person but unfortunately the world isn’t like what he expects it to be. I am kind of glad his family didn’t really abandoned him though.

  26. I really didn’t think I would cry over a novel but i actually did🙃🙃🙃the other people have already said what i wanted to say

  27. Maybe gong feels indebted towards family and pressured by societal expectations to get “good grades” ¯_(ツ)_/¯ Still makes him scum for choosing family’s side when they were clearly wrong. 🤬 He doesn’t have the courage nor mindset to defy them. Scum family, scum gong inevitable. Should it be blamed on the fact that they’re poor thus disadvantaged? if you can’t afford to be brave, don’t mess with someone’s love to begin with

  28. I wish I could hug Cheng Huan and comfort him😭 he deserves the endless and sincere love! Ugh! That gong is the kind of person that even a single ferocious punch is not enough to torment him! Grrr I really want karma to hit him sooooo hard that he even regretted that he lived!