The Pretty Gold Digger Actually Picked Up a Obsessive!

Ying Zhian had been an orphan since childhood. He dreamed of a kind couple taking him in so he could live happily ever after in a life of wealth!

But despite working tirelessly to make coffee and bake cakes, nearly baking himself in the process, he never found a kind soul willing to take him in.

Ying Zhian could only keep dreaming in his shabby rented room, listening as his coworker Xiaomei told him there were more opportunities abroad.

On impulse, he spent every last cent he had and ventured alone to America.

He made it there, only to keep baking cakes in a new place.

He couldn't even afford a shabby rented room anymore! Crouching by the roadside, he held a match and breathed in the aroma of roast turkey, starving as he prayed to Santa Claus:

If nobody's going to adopt me, then give me a handsome, rich husband who'll only ever be good to me!

He has to be really, really rich. No substitutions!!

*

Xu Chengmu furrowed his brows in anger as a handsome boy came rushing toward him.

The boy's cheeks were smudged with dirt, and he reeked of being a poor country bumpkin. He was excitedly picking through trash in the rich neighborhood. Xu Chengmu frowned, about to tell him to get out of the way.

Then the little country bumpkin looked up at him, eyes sparkling, his snow-white face full of hope.

“Wow... Are you my long-lost husband?”

“You know, I've been without a husband since I was little!”

Xu Chengmu was terribly annoyed. Then he caught the scent of soapberry on the boy, an intoxicating fragrance that he couldn't figure out how the boy had managed to acquire.

*

Ying Zhian devoutly bowed to Santa Claus three times.

Santa Claus really had given him a rich, handsome husband!

He moved into an estate in an exclusive neighborhood, got an entire floor of walk-in closets, and spent his days lost in lavish parties.

He would never have to bake little buns again!

But he discovered that there was something off about the husband who had fallen from the sky...

How was it that after just a few days, he couldn't get his butt back home, and was already completely worn out?

Are guys raised abroad really that open-minded?!

Ying Zhian: “I'm from the countryside. I can't handle being lied to!”

Xu Chengmu's eyes were dark with shadow as he showed him, through practical demonstration, what it really meant to be deceived.

The little country bumpkin Ying Zhian needed three whole days to recover. Then he saw the notes Xu Chengmu had saved on his phone...

[Anan talked to a strange man today. I really want that man dead.]

[Baby isn't obedient at all. It's time I gave him a proper lesson.]

[Anan is so beautiful. How could I not lock him up?]

[Baby is covered in my scent today. I'm marrying him the day after tomorrow.]

What?!

Getting married??

Why had nobody told him he was getting married the day after tomorrow?

Ying Zhian went deathly pale with fright, covered his butt, and hurriedly fled the estate!

Mom, why did Santa Claus give him a psycho husband?!

*

Ying Zhian returned to his home country overnight, deciding that his old, ordinary life of poverty wasn't so bad after all!

The next day, he even found a job baking bread at a villa.

Before he could celebrate, that familiar scent, which still clung to him, suddenly came from behind.

The apron was pulled off him, and Ying Zhian's hands were bound tightly together.

Xu Chengmu gripped his chin and slowly licked his soft, pale face.

“Anan, have you forgotten? Today is our wedding day.”

“My darling baby, this is our wedding suite. Are you even more eager than I am?”

“Baby, why aren't you calling me hubby anymore?”

Ying Zhian lay on the bright red bed, blinking through his tears. His butt had left home for good.

Good heavens, Santa Claus!

Please take this bargain husband away!!

1. The gong is genuinely a psycho, a real psycho!!

Theme: Guys, what am I supposed to do with this husband?