The Feudal Daddy's Little White Flower Has Run Away

Please add my two concurrent works to your collection: The Young Master's Little Butler, Who Grew Up by His Side and The Apocalypse Big Shot Lands in the Middle of a Wedding Night!

Feudal patriarch x delicate flower gold digger

Size difference | Age gap

They say wealth rarely lasts beyond three generations. Chang Yunqi happens to be the third.

His gambling father: ran away.

His gravely ill mother: passed away.

His little brother, still needing care: his responsibility.

Him, a delicate flower: helpless.

Chang Yunqi was spoiled for nineteen years and couldn't handle hardship.

A friend gave him a terrible idea: become a gold digger.

*

His target was the uncle of his little brother's best friend, Yan Yuhe, head of the Yan family.

A man with broad shoulders, long legs, chiseled features, power and status, and an air of untouchability.

A mature, rich Daddy like that would be the best catch. If he couldn't land him, at least it'd be good practice.

After summing up the three essential skills of a gold digger, Chang Yunqi decided he had a real advantage.

Looks come first: he can be sweet or sultry, a delicate flower either way.

Mastery of all eighteen martial arts: as a trained dancer, he's pretty flexible.

Providing emotional support: his tea-making skills are top-notch, and he's sweet-tongued and good at acting cute.

But the information his little brother collected for him at kindergarten made Chang Yunqi question his whole life.

The man is stern and taciturn, but likes little cakes?

Chang Yunqi had never cooked before, but he diligently made a cake.

Well, the man stared at the cake, then made him eat it himself.

He got food poisoning, and the man carried him to the hospital.

The man is old-fashioned and conservative, but likes milk tea?

He didn't dare make any more himself, so he ran all over town to buy some.

In the end, neither of them got to drink it. He spilled the whole thing over the man.

So he took responsibility for washing the man's clothes, and the clothes met their end.

After one failure after another, he'd made no money and only offended the man.

Chang Yunqi gave up on gold-digging and decided to get back on the straight and narrow.

*

A sudden splash of color entered Yan Yuhe's monotonous life. The young man had red lips, white teeth, long legs, and bright, dewy almond eyes. His youthful, innocent charm was impossible to miss.

The young man made clumsy attempts to seduce him in order to win him over.

He deliberately got food poisoning just to collapse into his arms.

He poured sticky milk tea on him just to touch him.

He danced in the garden at his home, then casually took a tumble.

The tricks were childish, but they successfully caught his attention.

*

Chang Yunqi found a job dancing at a club. The pay was good, and he sometimes got tips. It was much easier than being a gold digger.

But why was Yan Yuhe here?

What did Yan Yuhe mean by carrying him off like that?

And did he even have Chang Yunqi's permission to take his clothes off?

Yan Yuhe looked at the young man with tears in his eyes. Though angry, he still asked patiently, "Why are you crying? I haven't even started punishing you yet."

Chang Yunqi choked out, "Why are you punishing me?"

Yan Yuhe gritted his teeth. "How can the partner of the Yan family head show his face in a place like that?"

Chang Yunqi was speechless. What partner?

Had he gone too far with the gold-digging and actually made the promotion from gold digger to partner?

Coming soon: The Apocalypse Big Shot Lands in the Middle of a Wedding Night. Please add it to your collection!

Proud, pampered rich young master x ruthless apocalypse big shot

One moment, Lu Zhaoyu was leading his team in a fight to the death against mutated beasts. The next, he smelled the sweet fragrance of pear blossoms.

An earthen house. A bright red double-happiness character.

Lu Zhaoyu's hand was on the neck of a beautiful man. Dressed in red, with skin white as snow, the man was rolling his eyes and struggling to breathe. In another moment, Lu Zhaoyu would have snapped his neck.

He hurriedly let go. "Sorry, but who are you?!"

Xiang Shuwen had been listening to music at the Pear Blossom House when he suddenly found it hard to breathe. He opened his eyes to see a strangely dressed man sitting on him, gripping his neck.

After coughing for a long while, he snapped, "Who are you? Do you know who I am?"

*

The 1990s: gold everywhere you look.

Their lives are equally lively, with one chaotic mess after another.

Lu Zhaoyu was born in the apocalypse. He had never seen birdsong and flowers in bloom, or ordinary people who posed no threat.

Xiang Shuwen was born in ancient times. A rich young master, he'd never known a life as hard as this one.

Lu Zhaoyu: "I never keep useless people."

Xiang Shuwen: "I hate people who don't know how to read the room."

*

Lu Zhaoyu suddenly discovers that contact with Xiang Shuwen can activate his supernatural ability. The more intimate the contact, the longer he can use it.

At first, Lu Zhaoyu only uses his ability to grow vegetables.

Later, to make money, he starts cultivating all kinds of rare medicinal herbs.

The two go from holding hands and hugging to skipping straight to sex.

Xiang Shuwen rubs his sore back and complains, "Lu Zhaoyu, my back hurts. No more tomorrow."

"Don't you want to buy bags and clothes? Don't you want a car? Don't you want to live in a villa?"

As Lu Zhaoyu massages Xiang Shuwen's back, he says, "Hey! My ability still hasn't stored enough energy to speed up a batch of herbs. We won't have a harvest this month. What a shame, I can't buy you that new limited-edition bag."

"No way. It's the anniversary limited edition."

"Then I guess we'll have to do it one more time."

The two go from a small village to a big city, and from small-scale farmers to the biggest medicinal herb merchants.

And without either of them noticing, Xiang Shuwen's belly begins to grow.

He wears a regretful expression, as if he hasn't enjoyed life enough. "When I die, burn the latest phones, handbags... all of them for me."

Lu Zhaoyu wipes away his tears. "You're just pregnant."

Xiang Shuwen looks shocked. "..."

Pregnant? He's a man. Why would he be pregnant?

Lu Zhaoyu: "I forgot to tell you that in the apocalypse, people with abilities can get people without abilities pregnant."

Xiang Shuwen: "..."

How could you forget something like that?

Concurrent work: The Young Master's Little Butler, Who Grew Up by His Side. Please add it to your collection!

Sunny, cheerful beauty of a butler x refined, scheming, fatherly young master

Ye Lang is the son of the Luo family's butler. He was born to be a playmate who would grow up alongside the young master.

The two are six months apart in age, and Ye Lang has lived at the Luo residence since birth.

He is destined to take over from his father and look after the young master for the rest of his life.

At three, little Ye Lang offered his marshmallow to Luo Huaiyu. "Young Master, you can have the sweetest marshmallow."

The cute, stone-faced little Luo Huaiyu glanced at his sticky, chubby hand, then turned and went to his room, leaving Ye Lang staring longingly at the closed door.

At eight, elementary schooler Ye Lang tried to carry Luo Huaiyu's backpack. "Young Master, I've got two shoulders. I can carry both our backpacks."

Luo Huaiyu only noticed that Ye Lang had a missing front tooth, then thought about how his own teeth had all grown in.

He quietly picked up Ye Lang's backpack, afraid that the crybaby, Little Piggy Ye, might trip and knock out his one remaining front tooth.

At sixteen, high schooler Ye Lang cut a bouquet of sunflowers in the garden. "Young Master, I want to put these sunflowers on your balcony."

Luo Huaiyu glanced at them and said coolly, "Ye Lang, I don't like sunflowers."

Ye Lang plucked at the sunflower petals and complained to his father. "Dad, the young master won't let me take care of him. Am I going to be out of a job in the future?"

Ye's father rubbed his head. "Then Little Piggy Ye can do what he likes in the future."

Ye Lang thought that what he liked most was the young master, and what he wanted most was to stay by his side for the rest of his life.

*

Every memory Luo Huaiyu has includes someone else. That person is his family, his playmate, and his rival.

He is willing to acknowledge Ye Lang in any other role, but he doesn't want a hereditary family butler. So he never took seriously Ye Lang's oft-repeated words, "Young Master, I'll serve you for the rest of my life."

After graduating from university, Ye Lang told him he wanted to go out and work. He didn't take that seriously either.

But after Ye Lang left home, everything began to go off course.

Someone offered a high price to hire Ye Lang as a butler, saying he was good at looking after people.

And someone else came to Luo Huaiyu, saying they wanted to marry Ye Lang.

Luo Huaiyu blocked Ye Lang as he came home late yet again. Looking at the sunflower in his hand, he demanded, "Who gave you that? Who have you been looking after? Who do you want to marry?"

Ye Lang smiled brightly. "Young Master, if you want one, I..."

Luo Huaiyu gripped Ye Lang's chin. "Ye Lang, didn't you say you were going to serve me for the rest of your life?"

Theme: The meaning of life lies in exploration!