I Want to Reel in Daddy, Not Uncle

Xing Chen is a legendary professional grifter in the industry.

In his eyes, there are two kinds of patrons: ATMs and top-tier hotties.

And that generous "hottie" is undoubtedly the best of the best.

Gentle, rich, thoughtful, and so good-natured he seems incapable of anger. He even pulls out a ring and says he'll take Xing Chen to Iceland to see the northern lights?

Xing Chen is so touched that he runs off with the money that very night. Give me a break. Every last strand of my hair is fake. Why would you talk to me about a future together?

Just then, the top-tier Wen family is searching for their younger son, who went missing overseas.

Xing Chen takes off his colored contacts and wig, removes his disguise, and finds that his blond hair and blue eyes match the missing person's notice perfectly.

To hell with Iceland, to hell with the future. Xing Chen's future is with the Wen family!

Xing Chen carefully fabricates his past and knocks on the Wen family's door.

The whole family welcomes him warmly, but for some reason, they grow evasive whenever his youngest uncle comes up.

The old butler pulls Xing Chen aside and warns him in a low voice, "Young Master, whatever you do, don't provoke your youngest uncle. His mood lately... hasn't been great."

Xing Chen nods obediently, unconvinced. He wasn't the one who made the man mad, so what did it have to do with him? A grift was still a grift.

Then the drawing room door opens.

By the floor-to-ceiling window, the figure who had been tangled up with him just three days ago slowly turns around. His gaze falls on Xing Chen's deliberately innocent face.

The air suddenly freezes.

The man's brow furrows. "Have we met before?"

Xing Chen suppresses the urge to turn and run, then denies it three times in a row. "No, I haven't! You haven't! We've never met!"

The man slowly walks up to him, his shadow looming over Xing Chen. "I'm Wen Ji. I'm your youngest uncle."

Xing Chen doesn't dare look up. He grips the edge of his suit vest, his voice trembling. "H-hello, Uncle."

Is there still time to run?

To protect his secret identity, Xing Chen gives the performance of a lifetime, playing an innocent, harmless nephew.

Until one day, Wen Ji corners him by the swimming pool.

Seeing the dangerous look in the man's eyes as he closes in, Xing Chen's instinct for survival finally overcomes his acting. He turns and runs.

"Let go of me! I'm telling Grandpa!" he screams, trying to sound fierce as he climbs toward the edge on trembling legs.

The next second, a hand clamps around his ankle. Xing Chen falls back into the water, and Wen Ji catches him from behind by the waist, holding him tight.

"Running? You think you can run?"

Xing Chen's whole body goes limp. He keeps pleading, "Uncle, don't..."

"Uncle, I'm your, "

"You're not!"

Wen Ji's lips curl into a faint, mocking smile. "Still pretending?"

"I..." Xing Chen refuses to admit it, shaking his head over and over.

Wen Ji holds him by the waist, turns him around, and stares into his terrified eyes.

"You like calling me Uncle? Keep calling me that."

He bends down, his warm breath brushing Xing Chen's ear.

"If you get it wrong, or don't say it to my satisfaction... tonight, I'll let your grandpa see just how bruised the waist of the good grandson he brought home can get."

[Chameleon-like bottom x two-faced top]

Reader's Guide:

The first section of the blurb was written before the story went behind a paywall. The grifter phase is delicious!

Both leads are sexually inexperienced. Age gap, 20 cm height difference.

Fake young master, not a real uncle.

Neither lead is perfect, and I've tossed my morals into the rice bowl.

The top has a strong domineering-dad vibe and psychological issues.

Advance Notice: Florida Police Department: A Crazy Partner Who Won't Let You Lie Flat

Everyone knows Florida has no room for lazy people.

But patrol officer Sheng Yan is an oddball at the department.

He hasn't fired a single shot in three years on the job.

A drugged-up brute lunges at him, and he calmly steps back.

A crazy woman carrying an alligator charges at him, and he fires a beanbag round at the alligator.

A suspect with a shaved cat's head points a gun at him, and he pulls out a taser.

His reasoning is simple: if something serious happens, he'll have to take time off, and there's no overtime pay.

The whole department agrees that going out on calls with him is the safest, so all the rookies get assigned to train with him.

Then a rookie named Cain reports for duty. Tall and well-behaved, impeccable manners, dressed in designer labels. He's practically the picture of a privileged rich kid sent to pad his resume.

Sheng Yan waves him over. "You're driving."

He may as well let the young master enjoy himself.

An hour later, Sheng Yan's fingers have dented the metal car door.

Cain shoulders an AR-15, blasts a hole through the windshield with two shots, steers with one hand, and aims with the other.

"Suspect is firing at our vehicle."

"He poses an immediate threat to the public."

"I am required to respond with force."

He opens fire.

A series of pinpoint shots turns a thief who should have been caught and surrounded into an armed fugitive resisting arrest.

It all ends in a Florida highway shootout, with three police cars wrecked, two kilometers of guardrail destroyed, and six magazines emptied.

Amid the gunfire, screeching brakes, and Cain's calm, practiced repetition of his legal disclaimers, Sheng Yan's soul leaves his body three times and is dragged back each time.

When the car finally stops, Sheng Yan climbs out on wobbly legs and turns around to yell, "If you like this so much, go be a mercenary!"

Cain flicks his gun barrel, pins him against the car door, and grips his waist. "Yan Sheng, that's not all I like doing."

After that, Sheng Yan's laid-back life is completely over. Every day, he's either rolling his eyes and cursing Cain or cleaning up Cain's messes.

"You wrote off six wrecked police cars as minor scratches?"

"They can still drive once they're repaired."

"How am I supposed to explain to the chief that you flipped a brand-new car into a ditch after three hours?"

"We caught a wanted criminal. It wasn't a total loss."

"And what about that hot dog stand you overturned and dragged halfway down the street?"

"Didn't we find two kilos of iced Americano in it?"

"Cain! You and Florida are a perfect match! If you pull a stunt like that again, I'll castrate you!"

"Sounds like you're already looking forward to next time."

"That's not what I meant! You... Mmph... Don't use an evidence bag! Not that...!"

A salty, laid-back, prickly bottom x a crazy, reckless top who doesn't care about human life

Theme: Every reunion after a long separation happens because of true feelings.