The Frail, Fussy Beauty Is Doted on by Her Old-Fashioned Sugar Daddy

【Coming soon: “Are We Done Raising the Sickly Little Darling?” Please add it to your reading lists, babies~】 Here’s the blurb for this novel: Marriage first, love later | Alpha and Omega | Size difference | Age gap | Sweet, indulgent romance Shi Yuan died. At the last moment before his consciousness faded, the System threw him into an ABO CEO romance novel. He became the CEO top’s contract wife, a cannon-fodder Omega destined to be abused in body and mind before meeting a tragic end. After they moved in together, Fu Yanlin warned and lectured him at every turn: “Don’t get any ideas you shouldn’t have.” “Don’t talk while eating or in bed.” But Shi Yuan had been spoiled rotten at home before he died, and he wasn’t about to let Fu Yanlin intimidate him. Fu Yanlin tries to scold him? Shi Yuan fires back at every turn, leaving the man speechless. Someone provokes him at a banquet? Shi Yuan pours a kettle of hot water over their head, then turns and buries himself in Fu Yanlin’s arms, looking aggrieved as he says, “Honey, he was mean to me.” The provocateur: “???” The original love interest tries to fake a fall and frame him? Shi Yuan beats him to it, tumbling down the stairs. He looks up at Fu Yanlin with red eyes, hesitating as if too timid to speak, a picture of wounded innocence. The original love interest: “???” The System wails: 【Help! Host, that’s not how the story is supposed to go!!】 * Shi Yuan derails the plot, and the people who were supposed to orbit the protagonists start acting stranger and stranger. Fu Yanlin’s friends, the original love interest, and others stop chasing after Fu Yanlin. Instead, they stick to Shi Yuan and fuss over him every other day. Even Fu Yanlin changes. During his rut, the usually stern, aloof man refuses to let go of his little wife. He begs for pheromones and showers him with tender kisses to win him over. During an argument, the young man suddenly collapses, his face deathly pale. Fu Yanlin’s mind goes blank, and he carries him into the emergency room with trembling hands. When Shi Yuan is sick, Fu Yanlin lets him throw tantrums and order him around. Even after Shi Yuan leaves a handprint on his face, Fu Yanlin still brings a bowl of porridge to his lips himself. “Eat once you’ve calmed down.” The System is horrified to discover that its cannon-fodder Host hasn’t been abused at all. He’s only getting more and more spoiled. * On the day the plot ends, Shi Yuan dusts off his hands, takes his pocket money, and fakes his death to run away. Then one afternoon, as he lies on a beach in sunglasses, soaking up the sun, a shadow suddenly falls over him. A familiar rush of pheromones surges toward him. Before he has time to react, he loses consciousness. When he wakes, his back sinks into soft bedding, and his nose catches the familiar scent of sandalwood first. He moves, and a faint metallic clink comes from his wrist. The golden chain stands out sharply against his pale skin. It loops around his wrist, its other end fastened to a carved bedpost. “You faked your death and ran away.” “Did you have fun? Hmm?” Fu Yanlin leans over him and lifts the chain around his wrist. His fingertips brush lightly over Shi Yuan’s lower abdomen as he murmurs, “Maybe if you had a permanent mark, you wouldn’t be able to run away.” 【A delicate, sickly bottom with a temper to match × a stern-faced top who does the laundry and is completely under his wife’s thumb】 【Reading Guide】 1. Bottom’s perspective, one-on-one romance, happy ending. 2. Older top, nine-year age gap. Both are sexually inexperienced and each other’s first love. 3. The bottom is transported into the novel. He’s sickly and a heartthrob, but only falls for the top and only responds to the top’s advances. Blurb for the upcoming novel “Are We Done Raising the Sickly Little Darling?”: The year the orphanage burned down, An He was eleven and Jiang Huai was seventeen. Jiang Huai fed him the last half of a chocolate bar he had and said, “Your big brother’s here. Don’t be scared.” For the next few years, Jiang Huai worked three jobs a day. Even when he was so hungry he developed bleeding ulcers, he saved money to buy An He medicine, milk, and strawberry cake. An He thought he and Jiang Huai would never be apart. Until one day, three years later. Jiang Huai took him to a villa, handed him over to a strange man, and walked away. An He clutched Jiang Huai’s clothes and begged through his tears, “I’ll be good... I can go without food, and I don’t need medicine... I-I can work and earn money...” Jiang Huai silently pried his fingers loose, one by one. * Only then did An He learn that he was the real young master, switched at birth. He had a father, a mother, and an older brother after all. But whenever the fake young master cried, his parents forgot An He existed. Despite his heart condition, An He received not the slightest bit of care. Instead, he had to work while sick to save up for his medicine. The fake young master feared An He would take away his parents’ and brother’s love, so he repeatedly schemed to frame him. His parents and brother never believed his explanations. He always ended up being forced to kneel or locked in his room. Two years, more than seven hundred days and nights. He learned not to hope for anything. * The Jiang family held a lavish banquet to celebrate finding their long-lost grandson. An He’s parents dragged him along to serve as a foil for the fake young master. He wore an ill-fitting suit, his frame frail and his face as pale as paper. As guests mingled over wine, his parents led the fake young master around, introducing him to everyone. An He, meanwhile, was shoved around until red wine soaked his clothes. Someone gripped his chin and chuckled. “So this is the real young master they found? Your parents don’t love you, and neither does your brother, but you’ve got a pretty face.” His parents only felt embarrassed to see him being bullied, while his brother watched coldly from the sidelines. They had already squeezed all his value out of him over the past two years. Now he was just a useless castoff. An He didn’t cry or beg for mercy. Dazed, he thought it might be nice to die right there. In the next instant, the restraint around him vanished, and he fell into a familiar, warm embrace. He looked up in a daze. Jiang Huai wore a perfectly tailored suit. He held An He firmly in his arms and gently wiped the wine from his face with his thumb. His voice was cold and low: “Baby, tell your big brother. Who bullied you?” His eyes churned with the joy of getting back what he had lost. But what plunged Jiang Huai’s heart into an abyss was this: The young man in his arms asked in a trembling, timid voice, “Sir... who... who are you?” 【Reading Guide】 1. Older top, one-on-one romance, happy ending. 2. The top had his reasons for leaving back then. 3. The bottom has many sickly scenes and suffers from amnesia. Theme: Be yourself. Someone will come along to love you.