[Cool-hearted, aloof, stone-faced, cute cat-type bottom x flirtatious, mischievous, and skilled at pretending top]
Also known as
[Composed, steady bottom who stays calm even when Mount Tai collapses before him x delusional top with a sky-high sense of entitlement who fights and grabs like a maniac]
[Reading guide: plot-driven + romance-driven, with unrequited love]
[Content warnings: a cannon-fodder top; the bottom has a universally adored quality; both are virgins]
Cen Baiyu was born into a powerful family. His eldest brother's reputation made him feel as if he had almost become a second father.
He thought that after returning from studying abroad, he would be able to take over the family business as planned. But misfortune kept striking along the way: a train derailment, a factory explosion, and the company's bankruptcy.
Suddenly, he was accused of murdering an important foreign trade merchant.
Cen Baiyu couldn't help wondering: Was his father's death really an accident?
Quan Quesheng had heard all about his upperclassman's reputation back in school.
Born to a family of merchants, part of the elite, he entered military school at seventeen and ranked first in every subject. In just two years, he successfully went abroad to study in Germany. He was perfect in every way, so perfect he hardly seemed human.
Quan Quesheng became curious about him, then envious, admiring, and even jealous.
When the man in the photograph displayed at the very center of the school corridor appeared before him, the two gazing at each other through the iron bars of a prison cell,
Quan Quesheng was overcome with joy.
This man hailed as godlike seemed to be nothing special after all?
Cen Baiyu: Just standing here.
Quan Quesheng: Starting to twist, keeping watch from afar, gradually falling in, biting fiercely, consumed by insecurity, suffering through a one-sided obsession.
Note: Other people will also fall for the protagonist, and their feelings aren't limited to romance. Quan Quesheng is the main love interest.
If you don't like the protagonist, click the top-left corner to leave.
Don't accuse me of plagiarism without evidence.
The author's writing and logic are terrible, so please go easy on me.
