Song Yun’an, second son of the wealthiest family in Jiangnan, was frail from childhood. But his family was rich, and he had an older brother four years his senior. He truly seemed destined to make a fortune through food, just as the fortune teller had predicted. Unfortunately, his doting older brother was bent on pursuing an official career, so the sickly young master had no choice but to shoulder the family’s vast estate.
Song Yunluo was moved to tears. Song Yun’an rubbed the tip of his nose, feeling a little guilty. The truth was, he wasn’t doing it just for his brother, but also for the breathtaking glimpse he’d caught of someone on Mount Longxiao all those years ago.
But fate had other plans. Before Song Yun’an could expand his business into the capital, the person he’d been searching for appeared right in front of him. Only… why did he look so disheveled? Fortunately, Song Yun’an didn’t mind. He kept him close and teased him relentlessly, eventually winning his hand.
He’d thought it was all thanks to his own skill, but it turned out this man had been harboring designs on him from the very beginning.
Later… Song Yun’an glanced at the arm around his waist and slapped it away in irritation.
“Didn’t you say you were leaving? What are you back for?”
“Protecting my master is my duty.”
“Oh?” Song Yun’an looked at the puddle on the ground with a knowing smile. “Where’s the danger?”
Xie Huaijin calmly pulled him a little closer. “The puddle will soak your shoes and socks, and you’ll catch a chill again. You don’t want to drink bitter medicine, do you, Master?”
Song Yun’an: …That’s a threat, isn’t it? It is!
The story has a comedic style and is mainly about sweet romance. Don’t overthink it~
I hope the author will continue writing, it's very beautiful ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
It looks good, the family atmosphere is also very good, the writing is not novice, and it is not abusive. The CP I have seen so far is not abusive, but the modern vocabulary that is used from time to time is a bit dramatic, but it is not harmful.