[Cool, ruthless, poker-faced bottom x all kinds of tops]
Her adoptive father died, leaving behind a house, a car, and... a man.
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Ren Bai had always coveted his stepdad, and knew he wasn't the only one who liked him.
The man had no power or influence, and was gorgeous to boot. He was practically the perfect choice for a lover.
Ren Bai always thought that if his stepdad ever found a lover, he should pick someone like him.
But he never imagined Fang Jianguang would get involved with his adoptive father.
There was no way he could steal him away.
But fate was on his side. His adoptive father was destined to die young.
He eagerly sent his stepdad an invitation to the funeral. While the man pretended to grieve, Ren Bai leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Stepdad, you look so good when you're pretending to cry."
Fang Jianguang had always known that plenty of people coveted him.
From the rich and powerful to his younger schoolmates, they were all waiting for him to walk right into their traps.
So he found himself a powerful backer.
That man had immense power and influence, and always gave him whatever he asked for. He would never escape Fang Jianguang's control.
But the man died too soon. The moment he was gone, everyone came swarming back, hoping to claim a piece of him.
After beating up his adoptive son for speaking rudely to him, Fang Jianguang patted his cheek. "Teasing me like that won't get my attention."
His former best friend moved into the house under the pretext of taking care of him. "Ren Shenxian is dead. I should look after you."
Fang Jianguang lit a cigarette. "I don't like men older than me."
To escape the advances of these mad dogs, Fang Jianguang went abroad.
He placed the flowers he received in the bedroom of the house the two of them had once rented.
Their scent was heady.
Behind him, a pair of hands appeared without a sound.
The man lurked in the shadows, one hand gripping his chin, the other rubbing his waist, as if he wanted to press him tightly into his own body.
"Which of these men have you got your eye on?"
Why wasn't his backer dead?
● Please note:
1. A self-indulgent story written to scratch an itch, with dog training.
2. The top is pure, the bottom isn't, and the bottom is always on the receiving end.
3. The bottom won't emotionally manipulate the top or anything like that. There is no violence in the story.
Theme: You are the tender verses carved into my monument
