[Dual male leads + campus + wealthy families + slow burn · tugging each other’s leashes · made for each other · sunny, resilient puppy-type little bitter melon x refined, sharp-tongued cat-type white knight]
Have you ever imagined waking up to discover you’re the child of a wealthy family who was lost years ago, and that all you have to do is go home to enjoy a life of luxury?
Ke Yeheng hadn’t. Mainly because he didn’t have time. In the time it took to entertain that fantasy, he could beat up at least four lemons at the bubble tea shop.
But then it actually happened to him. Ke Yeheng’s first thought was that scammers these days really would try anything, even targeting a student like him who had less than five hundred yuan to his name.
In the space of one summer vacation, he was brought from Lancheng back to Tangjing and enrolled in the city’s most famous private school, Mingde Academy.
Ke Yeheng: I’d have been better off not coming.
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Have you ever imagined being born into an old-money family, where everything goes your way and you can have anything you want, and even your big brother takes care of the family business so you can simply lie flat and live like a pampered freeloader?
Yan Huaisong hadn’t. Mainly because that was already his life. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy it, but it did get a little boring.
You can’t blame him. He was born with poor circulation. Rich kids start each day with a refreshing morning run, but for him, a morning run would bring the whole day to an end. His greatest ambition in life was to get something for nothing, and he was currently achieving it quite nicely.
The first time in his life he lived up to the stereotype of a rich kid throwing his weight around was when he used his influence to stop a case of school bullying and made a lifelong friend.
Yan Huaisong: Picked up a stray dog, huh.
[Content note: Alternating dual perspectives; the protagonists will try dating other people as they grow up, but the two leads remain faithful to each other]
*We share the cold, the wind and thunder, the lightning; we share the mists, the drifting clouds, the rainbow.*
