After My Online Romance Went Wrong, I Got Pregnant by a Wealthy Tycoon

[Recommending a New Preorder: The Silly Little Fortune Teller Runs Away While Pregnant] Adorably clueless little goofball x Daddy-type big shot

[Online Romance Goes Wrong | Cross-Dressing | Childbirth]

Straight man on the outside, needy little fake heir on the inside x possessive Daddy

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The day Qiao Yan was kicked out of his home, he learned that he was just a fake young master who had taken someone else's place. Forced to say goodbye to his beloved sports cars and designer bags, he found himself living on so little that he could barely afford to eat.

With nowhere else to turn, Qiao Yan gritted his teeth and registered an alt account. Out for revenge, he pretended to be a woman online and lured the true young master's unattainable crush into his trap: He Yanzhou, a top-tier sugar daddy!

Qiao Yan gazed at the camera and cooed, "Daddy, that bag I wanted this month..."

The instant he sent the message, the crisp sound of a transfer notification rang out.

"A video call? Sure~" He skillfully put on a wig, cranked the beauty filter all the way up, and did everything He Yanzhou asked on camera, making a fortune in the process.

Their sweet romance lasted for months, until He Yanzhou's chat window popped up again: "Let's meet in person."

The moment he got the message, Qiao Yan, a die-hard straight man, blocked that familiar number for good and ran for it.

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Qiao Yan saw He Yanzhou again at an underground fight club in Ningcheng.

He Yanzhou, the elegant and distinguished rising star of the tech world who had once appeared on camera, now stood in the middle of the cage. Here, he was the undefeated "Lion."

Terrified, Qiao Yan's legs went weak. He covered his face and tried to burrow into the crowd. In the panic, the delicate platinum chain around his neck slipped out of his collar.

Its pendant was a gift from He Yanzhou, a finely crafted, suggestive collar with a black diamond set in its center. He had worn it in their videos, obediently tipping up his head and letting the other man admire every inch of his skin.

Qiao Yan looked up and met He Yanzhou's gaze from above. His eyes swept past the cheering crowd on the floor and locked onto Qiao Yan with pinpoint accuracy.

He Yanzhou's hand slowly slid down his spine. "You were so sweet when you called me Daddy to get my money. Why'd you stop?"

Tears streamed down Qiao Yan's face as he struggled in vain. "Let go of me... I didn't mean to... I'll pay you back..."

"Pay me back? With what?" He Yanzhou whispered coaxingly in his ear. "Let me hear you call me that again."

[Bonus Scene]

Months later, Qiao Yan stared at the two lines on a pregnancy test, struck dumb.

Clutching his slightly swollen belly, he stood dazed in the freezing wind. "You old bastard! You scumbag! I'm straight!!!"

Reader's Guide:

1. Childbirth later on.

2. Neither the top nor the bottom is a perfect character.

3. The top is not the true young master's lover. There is a misunderstanding. Both are each other's first, and it has a happy ending.

----------New Preorder----------

Cheng An is a good-for-nothing little fortune teller with terrible skills.

Everyone in his family is a master con artist. He is the only one whose eyes dart around whenever he lies, a total good-for-nothing fool.

Then a torrential rain flooded the island where the fortune-telling clan lived, and Cheng An had no choice but to cross the ocean and return to his old trade in the city.

At a bar, Cheng An set his sights on a mature-looking man who seemed loaded.

Cheng An launched into a sales pitch: "Sir, your forehead looks dark. You lack a touch of romance in your life. This great immortal can guarantee you a perfect marriage. No cash, just RMB..."

The big shot actually believed him!

The only price was that Cheng An had to give up his butt every night.

But that was all right. The big shot had broad, comfy pecs, held him tenderly as he soothed him, and Cheng An woke up every day to find lots and lots of zeroes in his bank account.

One morning, Cheng An woke up groggily in the big shot's arms to find him carefully measuring Cheng An's ring finger and murmuring about how long it would take to make a custom diamond ring.

M-Marriage?!

Cheng An paddled off to the island in his rickety little boat that very night.

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A few months later.

Cheng An stared pensively at his round little belly, which had inexplicably grown.

The elders of his clan cursed him out. "What a disgrace to the family!"

Cheng An was banished from the island, and pitifully crossed the ocean back to the city.

He timidly asked around about the big shot's background.

A passerby was shocked. "He's the head of a prestigious family! I hear he's been going crazy looking for his sweetheart lately, taking out his frustrations at the boxing ring every day. He can break bones with one hand!"

Cheng An: QAQ!

He was just about to make a run for it when a shadow suddenly fell over him from behind, accompanied by the familiar, dangerous scent of sandalwood.

The big shot looked down at him, his gaze as dark as a storm about to break.

"Why did you run, baby?"

"Isn't that... our child in there?"

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The big shot was thirty years old, austere and ruthless.

But as he watched Cheng An's clumsy scams with cool detachment, he fell for him willingly, like a young man experiencing love for the first time.

He had even started picking out an engagement ring.

Then he woke up one day to find Cheng An had vanished without a trace.

The big shot searched the whole city, nearly turning it upside down, until one day...

He stood there with a dark expression, looking at the culprit who had been missing for so long. The man was clutching a cup of milk tea, belly and all, and innocently asking someone a question.

*[Bonus Scene]

The whole city heard that if the big shot caught the swindler who had toyed with his feelings, he'd tear him limb from limb.

At a certain banquet, someone witnessed a scene in the lounge.

The big shot wore a stern expression as he carefully held a petite young man in his arms.

The young man's feet rested on the big shot's abs as he whimpered that they were sore.

The big shot eased up and gently massaged the young man's slightly swollen legs, sore from pregnancy.

"There, there. You won't feel so tired once the baby's born."

"Hang on a little longer, okay?"

Everyone: ???

Theme: Beware of online scams.