After the Powerful Boss Was Given Little Time to Live, the Young Master Went Mad

A handsome, refined, frail, protective older man as the pursuer x a hot-tempered, growing, obsessive young master as the pursued

[Ten-year age gap + raising him from childhood + both become hopeless romantics later on]

Eleven-year-old Xie Yao was taken from his old home by Xie Ci. His mother’s suicide became a thorn in his heart, and he was convinced Xie Ci had stolen his life from him. Even the name “Premature Death” became a mark of humiliation. Xie Ci said nothing, simply renaming him “Ning’an” and sheltering him under his wing. No matter how spoiled and explosive Xie Yao got or how much trouble he caused, Xie Ci hid his stomach condition, heart disease, and asthma, treating him only as a child to be cherished in the palm of his hand.

Xie Ning’an, twisting his name into the poem “Peach blossoms bloom in profusion” to deceive himself, found that beneath his hatred for Xie Ci, strange feelings were quietly taking root, feelings even he hadn’t noticed. He knew Xie Ci was ill, but not that the illness had grown worse over the years, beyond hope of recovery.

At eighteen, the truth suddenly came to light, and his hatred ebbed like a tide. He moved closer and confessed his feelings with resolve, only to receive a plane ticket abroad after Xie Ci’s silence. Five years later, he returned, sharp-edged and well aware of the answering ripples in Xie Ci’s eyes, yet insisted on pressing him at every turn, using that “boundary” between them as leverage.

It wasn’t until the operating room lights came on that Xie Ning’an realized Xie Ci was far more frail than he’d imagined. Standing outside the hospital room, he looked at the pale figure in the bed, and the resentment he’d carried all those years finally crumbled into heartache...

“He’s almost dead because you pushed him too far.”

“If he dies, I’ll join him the very next day.”