

I bought a handsome, aloof incubus online. But he wouldn't stop making that low humming sound, just standing there, staring at me in silence. His body was burning hot. Worried he might be sick, I hurried to contact customer service. After listening to my description, the person on the other end went quiet for a moment. Then they said, "Um... is it possible that your incubus isn't sick—he's just starving, maybe wanting to kiss you, or... do something else?"

I bought a handsome, aloof incubus online. But he wouldn't stop making that low humming sound, just standing there, staring at me in silence. His body was burning hot. Worried he might be sick, I hurried to contact customer service. After listening to my description, the person on the other end went quiet for a moment. Then they said, "Um... is it possible that your incubus isn't sick—he's just starving, maybe wanting to kiss you, or... do something else?"

"After serving three years in prison, I’m finally found by my fiancée, Zoe, in an underground fight club. She punches me, insults my scars, and demands that I return home to apologize to Ronald—the man she believes I framed. She has no idea what prison turned me into—or what Ronald really did. Three years ago, on the night of our engagement, he drugged me and sold me at a black-market auction. I was stripped of my dignity and became the laughingstock of the city. But the greatest betrayal wasn’t Ronald’s. The person who signed the papers selling me was Zoe herself"

Luke Carl, a member of the newly established Customer Harassment Special Task Force (commonly known as Special C), led by the government and the ruling party, carried the memory of his mother, who took her own life due to customer harassment. Determined to eradicate customer harassment nationwide, he continuously imposed sanctions on ill-behaved customers, shielded by the law. However, one day, he struck the son of the Opposition's secretary-general. The Opposition, aiming to overthrow the government, labeled it "excessive self-defense" and tried to portray Luke as a national villain. What would become of Luke, who not only lost his job but also was on the verge of losing his social standing?

Ordinary office worker Milo Reed accidentally saves CEO Avery Stark—and they swap their sensory systems. Avery smells a foul stench from her porridge, while Milo smells seafood in the bathroom. Milo rides his motorcycle through freezing wind without feeling cold, while Avery shivers in her luxury car. One day, Avery locks him in her office, grabs his tie, and asks, “Have you noticed anything… different about your body?”

"Fifteen years ago, I casually helped a homeless kid who couldn’t afford a football. I handed him three hundred dollars and, half-joking, asked for 1% of his future company as “founder’s shares.” I just wanted to give him a push to chase his dream. Fifteen years later, the football club I built is on the verge of collapse. The three children I raised with my own hands team up to steal my company, drain my accounts, and grind me into the dirt. Players are demanding unpaid wages, my wife is dying of a terminal illness, and my most trusted friend forces me to my knees. Just to save my employees and my family, I swallow my pride and give up everything. Right when everyone’s waiting for me to finally break— A fleet of luxury cars from a thousand-billion-dollar empire rolls up to my door. That same scrawny, homeless boy who once had nothing… has come back."

I was the company's top sales performer, but I never clocked in or out, and I rarely showed my face at the office. Two-thirds of the employees had never even met me. Yet somehow, I single-handedly dominated the sales numbers, outperforming everyone else and propelling us to the number one spot in the industry. Then came the day they handed out year-end bonuses. Jeffrey Young, the new sales director, fired me on the spot, claiming it was bad luck that I stepped into the building with my left foot first. When I demanded to know what gave him the right, he sneered at me with pure contempt. "Because I'm going to be the future owner of this company! You just got lucky landing a few big clients, and that was all thanks to the company's existing customer base anyway!" He continued, "Let me tell you something... Kieran Campbell, whoever the company gives resources to, becomes the top seller!" I could not help but laugh. All they saw was that I never clocked in, but they never saw me out there day and night, running around to maintain those client relationships. The truth was, in this industry, clients were loyal to me personally, not to the company's brand. I pulled out my phone and called my wife, Melanie Gardner. "When did you get yourself another husband behind my back?"

Philip Hinton, chairman of the Hinton Group, devises an extreme plan to temper his son Roger Hinton’s character and abilities. He strips off his expensive suits, dons faded work clothes, and sets up a cold noodle stall outside his own company headquarters. From childhood, Roger believes he comes from poverty and must fight to change his fate. Only when his father finally closes the stall does the truth emerge. The humble vendor was a billionaire all along.

Modern office worker Emily Mason dies from overwork and wakes up in the 1980s as the wife of stone-faced military officer Ethan Hayes, who’s destined to become the world’s richest man. After Ethan injured his leg during flood rescue operations, he fell into depression.The original wife despised him for being disabled and demanded a divorce, hitting her head during the fight. When Emily wakes up and realizes what’s happened, she’s horrified. She also discovers that the war orphan Ethan adopted will become a future billionaire CEO.Emily decides to stay in the 80s and win over both her husband and their adopted daughter, building a fortune together and living the rich wife dream.

To pay for her mom’s treatment, Ashley is assaulted by her uncle and betrayed by her boyfriend, cousin, and family—until a mysterious CEO, Orion, saves her. Ten years later, she returns as a billionaire to take revenge.