I Quit Showbiz to Restore Antiques, and the Richest Man Pretends to Be Sick Every Day Just to Get a Hug

Lin Qingjing is the fake young master, switched at birth into a wealthy family. The day the real heir returns, the whole family treats him like a thief, openly and secretly pressuring him to give up his place.

Lin Qingjing neither argues nor makes a scene. He calls in a lawyer, signs an agreement severing ties, and walks away briskly with his battered toolbox. “Let’s skip the family drama. It’s too low-class, and I’m in a hurry.”

Everyone in their circle waits to see this pampered young master starve on the streets. They have no idea that his peerless skill in restoring cultural relics will make him “Master Lin,” someone the powerful and wealthy of the capital are willing to pay a fortune just to meet.

He Wenye is a tyrant at a top investment bank, afflicted with severe insomnia and mania, and known for his ruthless methods.

Rumor has it that Mr. He is cold and heartless. That is, until one day, someone spots the business tycoon carefully cradling a cracked teacup in Lin Qingjing’s cramped, less-than-ten-square-meter workshop.

“Master Lin, the cat at home is too mischievous. The cup broke again.” He Wenye gazes at him with smoldering eyes, closing in step by step.

Lin Qingjing doesn’t even look up, his carving knife flashing in his hand. “Mr. He, you don’t have a cat. This is the eighth antique you’ve smashed this month.”

He Wenye chuckles, then buries his face in the sandalwood-scented hollow of Lin Qingjing’s neck, like a ferocious wolf that has finally found comfort. “If I don’t break things, what excuse would I have to see you?”

[Clear-eyed cultural relics restorer as the pursued × Bad-tempered tycoon who only acts spoiled with his husband as the pursuer]

Content warnings: Everyday life, a slow-burn romance, face-slapping of despicable characters, and no melodramatic misunderstandings.