Playing the Villains in Old-School Angst Novels with My Ex-Husband [Quick Transmigration]

One day, Guan Zhi and his unfortunate ex-husband, Di Gui, suddenly transmigrated together into a whole collection of old-school, angst-ridden romance novels. The problem was that neither of them had been assigned anything resembling a decent role. Every last role was a villain, and even the scripts seemed to radiate a malicious message: "You two aren't going to have a good time." Stranded in unfamiliar worlds, with only one person they knew beside them, it was hard not to feel a little awkward about the familiarity. As it turned out, in their very first world, their "illicit affair" was discovered, and they promptly won themselves a two-for-one death package. At least they learned from dying. When they opened their eyes in another world, Di Gui said with a grave expression, "...From now on, let's do our missions properly and stop fooling around, all right?" Guan Zhi didn't reply. He was staring straight at the faint outline of Di Gui's abs. After a long while, he muttered, "...What if we do it secretly?" Di Gui was silent for three seconds before nodding. "Fine. Secretly." And so these two ex-husbands set off on a chaotic journey through old-school angst novels, trying their hardest to play the villains along the way. Two villainous husbands who have been tormented so badly that they've become rebellious. System: "...How strange. Every move they make is clearly under our surveillance. Why does every world still collapse?" Guan Zhi: "Idiot*, don't you know you have a feature called **Privacy: Do Not Disturb**?" System: "............" It had always thought humans were simply this **. So this was when the two hosts held their discussions! No wonder they stripped off their clothes every time they met... The story of a pair of wicked husbands who completely wreck the worldlines. I'll throw any ideas that come to mind in here. World One: Republican-era opera-performer shou × playboy gong. World Two: Demon lord × demon lord. World Three: ............ Every pot has its matching lid.