The puppy I raised became my husband
Younger, devoted puppy-dog Daddy seme x long-haired, cool beauty uke
1.
When life was at its hardest, Zhou Fei lived in a drafty shack with gaps in every wall. He spent his days picking up odd jobs and came home at night to feed the little pup he'd found beside a garbage heap.
The little pup was impossibly well-behaved. Even when starving, he wouldn't complain; even when he got hurt, he wouldn't make a sound. The only time he was clingy was when he slept. He had to wrap his arms and legs around Zhou Fei like a koala before he could sleep soundly.
Zhou Fei could barely support himself, yet he still had to spare food to feed this little burden. He raised him with great hardship, every step of the way.
By the time Zhou Fei came to his senses, the skinny little pup had grown into a strapping, handsome young man, nearly six foot three.
With the advantage of living under the same roof, Zhou Fei couldn't resist sleeping with him.
That night, a buzzing rang through Zhou Fei's mind, and memories sealed away for a thousand years came flooding back.
He wasn't some struggling wage slave after all. He was the most beautiful songstress in the capital a thousand years ago, a celebrated young Peking opera actress whose voice could make the whole city spend a fortune.
He woke from a dream of golden millet too late.
Without saying goodbye to anyone, Zhou Fei left before dawn the next morning, carrying his battered bundle and heading north to pursue his dream.
2.
The Zhuang family of the capital: old money among old money. One stomp of their feet could shake the entire capital's elite circle.
Ten years ago, their young master disappeared by accident, shocking the whole city. The Zhuang family spared no expense or manpower, yet couldn't find so much as a trace of him.
Ten years later, the young master suddenly came back on his own.
The first thing Zhuang Xiubai did after returning was take control of the family business and purge the household.
The second was to find someone.
A missing-person notice went up across the internet, and portraits spread through the circles of the powerful. Rumors flew that during the years the young master had been missing, a long-haired beauty had seduced him, taken his heart and body, and then vanished.
Everyone wondered: What kind of devastating beauty could inspire such a scandal?
Then someone saw the portrait with their own eyes, fell silent for a long while, and finally managed to say, "That face really is worth a fortune."
3.
When Zhou Fei heard that Zhuang Xiubai had put out a citywide manhunt for him, his feelings were complicated.
He was glad that the little pup he'd raised with such difficulty had become a powerful figure who could summon the wind and rain. In the years since Zhou Fei left, the pup's background had been uncovered, and he'd risen smoothly to the top, making a great success of himself.
But Zhou Fei was also worried. The grudge between him and the pup really was something else. Just like the rumors said, he'd taken his body and heart, then left without a word. Every bit of it was true.
By then, Zhou Fei had become a modestly famous dan performer in the capital's opera world, renowned for his cool aloofness. Onstage, his eyes shimmered with feeling; offstage, he kept everyone at a distance.
Once word got out about Zhuang Xiubai's romantic history with the icy beauty, the entire capital's elite circle pulled up little stools to watch the spectacle.
Everyone was waiting for Zhuang Xiubai to pin the proud, aloof Zhou beauty to the ground and grind him down, to make him beg for mercy with gritted teeth and red-rimmed eyes, to make him grovel before Young Master Zhuang with tears in his eyes.
Only, the way Zhuang Xiubai bullied him wasn't quite what the crowd had imagined.
The promised grinding into the ground turned into pinning him to the bed and kissing him until he couldn't catch his breath.
The promised cold beauty crying and begging for mercy turned into him crying until he was spanked to sleep.
The promised groveling did happen, but after Zhou Fei had grovelled, Zhuang Xiubai still had to hold him, rub his back, and coax him: "Don't cry, don't cry. It's my fault. I'll be gentler next time."
Onlookers: ???
We told you to bully him, not kiss him until he's a puddle, then spank him while fussing over him like that?!
Isn't there something wrong with the way you two go about bullying each other?
