Beibei, Behave Yourself

“I don't want to marry Lu Siye! That awful man, that bad big brother who does nothing but lecture me! I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!”

Jin Beibei was born with a soft voice and a sweet way of speaking, but he loved using that sugary little voice to curse at the very worst people.

As the youngest child in the Jin family, he was every bit the family treasure his name suggested.

His family doted on him, but he was a perfectly terrible little kid. He never caused any major trouble, but the countless minor disasters he'd made from childhood onward could circle the globe twice. The Jin family seemed to let him do as he pleased, but the truth was, they were at their wits' end.

That is, until Lu Siye, the eldest son of the Lu family, came along.

At nineteen, Beibei was forced into an engagement to Lu Siye as part of a marriage alliance.

As expected, married life was just as Beibei had imagined: the man kept him on a tight leash, and there was no fun at all.

The man wasn't nice to him in the slightest. Unlike everyone else, he wouldn't give in to Beibei on everything, and if Beibei did something wrong, he'd even get spanked. He was the worst person Beibei had ever met.

One day, the two of them had a huge fight. Beibei was angry, and even though he was afraid of the man, he still ran away from home.

Half an hour later, unable to endure any hardship, Beibei timidly used the man's card to book a hotel room. The next day, his card was cut off, and he came home with his tail between his legs.

Lu Siye asked with a dark expression, “Where have you been?”

Beibei said, “I don't want you meddling in my business!”

Hearing the disgust in Beibei's voice, the man's expression darkened. “What did you say?”

The words had barely reached Beibei's ears. The man had only stood up and hadn't even done anything yet, but Beibei's legs were already weak. Clutching the hem of his shirt, he could no longer hold back his grievances and burst into tears. “Honey, don't be so fierce with me...”

What a preemptive strike.

Beibei had gone soft, but Lu Siye had gotten hard.

He narrowed his eyes. “What was that? I didn't hear you.”

*

When Lu Siye was twelve, he met Jin Beibei, the youngest son of Uncle Jin.

Six-year-old Beibei was like a little osmanthus-scented rice cake, sitting on the grass, soft and fragrant, picking little flowers to wear. Lu Siye was instantly captivated.

Little Lu Siye never expected that Beibei's first words to him that year would be, “I hate you.”

His voice was so small and sweet, it sounded like he was acting coy.

So cute.

Lu Siye was hated by Beibei.

Lu Siye was thrilled.

#Beibei: I was just breathing. Lu Siye: What a masterful move.

Theme: Be a polite, well-behaved child.