What’s Wrong with Changing to a New Wife? [Rebirth]

In the final second before his life ended, Gu Ji—who had muddled through his entire existence finally gained clarity.

He realized the world he lived in was a novel, and he was the protagonist gong in it.

The one absolute rule in this harem protagonist shou story was: “The protagonist gong must be willing to sacrifice everything for the protagonist shou, including his life.”

Put nicely, he was a loyal dog gong; in reality, he was a simp.

Thus, the young Gu Ji had his proud looks destroyed in an intentional fire, lost a leg saving the protagonist shou, fell from the pinnacle of privilege to a pitiful state, and endured watching the protagonist shou get intimate with others. All of this could be brushed aside with a single sob and apology from the protagonist shou.

Without a doubt, this was a world that revolved around the protagonist shou.

In his final moments, Gu Ji managed a pale smile. At least he had gained clarity before death. He wouldn’t die in ignorance.

But when he opened his eyes again, Gu Ji found himself back at twenty years old. The events of his past life flashed through his mind like a fleeting, illusory nightmare.

There was still time to change everything.

—Whoever wants to be this pathetic gong can have the role. Just don’t let it be him again.

*Mini Theater:

In the dimly lit private room of a bar, a spotlight fell on the sofa where a young master from some wealthy family carefully kissed the protagonist shou’s cheek as if handling a treasure.

The protagonist shou wore an expression of effortless confidence, as though being adored by everyone was only natural.

Outside, in the shadows of the room, Gu Ji watched everything with weary eyes, thinking to himself how blind and foolish he had been in his past life.

Just as he was about to leave, footsteps sounded behind him. Someone gently rested a hand on his shoulder, the scent of sandalwood—possessive and intense—cutting through the mix of alcohol in the air.

A soft, lingering voice whispered by his ear, “Aren’t we breaking up?”