The Washed-Up Star Kept by the CEO Is a Little Succubus

What's the happiest thing for a lazy little succubus who loves good food?

Having someone to look after him, of course.

But there's always someone trying to take out his long-term meal ticket. Unacceptable.

Someone wants to steal his job?

No way. Mr. Qin can only be mine.

Shen Du had just dealt with one more nuisance and hadn't even had time to pull back when Mr. Qin carried him home and tossed him onto the bed.

“Baby, your hands can only touch me.”

“Baby, say you won't run away.”

Shen Du was at a loss for words. He hadn't run away at all.

On a variety show, the host asked Shen Du what his relationship was with Qin Xubai.

Before Shen Du could answer, Qin Xubai strode onto the stage and snatched the microphone.

“Baby, tell us, what are we to each other? What should you call me?”

“Husband.”

Satisfied, Qin Xubai handed the microphone back to the host.

The next day, the trending topics exploded: “Breaking: That Nobody Calls the Big Shot Her Husband” and “A Look at the Man Behind Shen Du.”

Shen Du had thought he'd managed to soothe his meal ticket, but seeing him go completely wild, he could only lie flat and give up again.