The Pretty Crybaby Easily Wraps Her Daddy Husband Around Her Finger

Coming soon next door: "The Slum Boy Hooks a Noble Crown Prince".

[An oblivious, tear-prone little darling who can't stop crying when hooked vs. a stern, powerful daddy who loves to see his beloved cry and dotes on him]

Orphaned as a child, Shen Qing is a sensitive, self-tormenting crybaby with no backbone. His uncle forces him to give up his studies and sells him to the ruthless head of the Lu family in exchange for a sky-high bride price.

Terrified of the husband rumored to be cruel, vicious, and utterly cold-blooded, he can't understand why the man would agree to this miserable marriage that seems like such a bad deal. But he doesn't dare ask.

On their wedding night, they're put in separate rooms. His husband never touches him.

Shen Qing: He really does hate me.

He hears that Mr. Lu hates it when people cry, while he's a useless little crybaby who can't control his tears.

Shen Qing's eyes redden. No wonder he hates me, but I really can't help it. Sob.

At the dinner table, his husband's cold glare scares Shen Qing into tears once again. Head bowed, crystalline drops patter onto the table.

The elegant man across from him furrows his sharp brows and fixes him with a deep, dark gaze for a few seconds. He hands him a tissue, but his tone brooks no argument: "Crying won't help. You can't be picky. You can't leave the table until you've finished."

Timid Shen Qing doesn't dare resist. Thinking his tears have annoyed the man again, he obediently lowers his head and eats the two pieces of greens in his bowl.

Only later does Shen Qing learn that the man doesn't hate seeing people cry at all. He loves it!

One morning, Lu Yuchen carries the drowsy, sulking Shen Qing out of the car and sets him down at the school gate. "Time for class. Why are you still trying to sleep?"

Tears well in the corners of Shen Qing's eyes. He rubs his bleary eyes and pouts angrily. "It's all your fault!"

He stomps on the man's gleaming leather shoe in a fit of pique, leaving a clear footprint, then turns and walks away.

The man surnamed Lu knows he's in the wrong and isn't angry in the least. In fact, he laughs at the gray mark on the toe of his shoe.

Because he remembers those little feet resting on his shoulder at night, and that pitiful sight of Shen Qing's slender body trembling as he sobbed, so soft and delicate...

Here is the blurb for "The Slum Boy Hooks a Noble Crown Prince".

[A money-grubbing, miserly slum kid who loves to play the victim, a natural-born actor, as the bottom x. A crown prince who's not to be messed with, but lets the bottom provoke him however he likes, and who falls for him through wishful thinking, as the top]

The bottom grew up in the slums and loves money more than life. At eighteen, he's suddenly brought back to a wealthy family and told he's the young master who was lost years ago.

The wealthy family is complicated, but he has his own ways of getting by.

At a banquet, someone humiliates him.

He's great at making up sob stories, so he deliberately injures himself to get the eldest brother to take his side. He approaches the man with an innocent, affectionate smile and calls him "Big Brother," but mistakes him for someone else.

The crown prince, who has someone suddenly trying to claim kinship with him, hates rude approaches and never gives them the time of day.

But he looks at the obedient, delicate little face before him and, for the first time ever, agrees to be this kid's brother. He steps in and teaches the bully a lesson.

Then the little brother turns around and leaves as soon as he's gotten what he wants, completely forgetting his newly claimed "big brother."

The top grinds his teeth in secret: You ungrateful little brat.

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Only later does the bottom learn that the man wasn't his big brother at all. He was one of the most powerful people in the wealthy elite, someone no one dared offend.

He'd had no idea what that meant until he saw the crown prince casually give his younger brother a sports car worth tens of millions. That's when he realized:

This man is really, really rich!!!

With that much money, it can't be unreasonable to take on one more little brother, can it?

So the bottom shamelessly clings to him, calling him "Big Brother" and insisting on being adopted as his younger brother.

He acts sweet and obedient, coaxes and flatters, and uses his pretty face to play helpless and vulnerable. He waits on his "big brother" hand and foot, including rubbing muscle oil into him, running errands to buy men's underwear, and warming his bed in winter...

He sweet-talks his "big brother" into buying all sorts of things he'd always wanted but could never have.

He wants the most expensive white truffles and caviar, a diamond annual membership card from an upscale bakery, a whole house full of beautiful, expensive clothes in every style, and lots and lots of cash. Above all, he wants glittering, tacky diamond jewelry and gold, hoarding it all under his bed like a squirrel.

He gets everything he wants, and even the most untouchable crown prince in the capital gives him whatever he asks for. He can strut around the entire city.

Only when the top pins him to the bed does the bottom start to panic. He forces a frightened smile. "B-Big Brother, want me to massage your legs?"

A delighted chuckle rumbles in the top's chest. He takes the bottom's delicate little hand and slowly guides it lower, onto his third leg. "Baby, you can get started."

Theme: Love needs no reason