Most of the famous performers at the Paramount Ballroom could sing and dance.
The most striking face there belonged to a man.
His name was Wen Qingyu. They said he was an orphan who had spent half his life in poverty.
Old Master Fu brought Wen Qingyu into the family residence.
The Fu family had three sons. When they saw him, each wore a different expression, but all called him "Little Mother."
Fate was unkind. The old master passed away less than half a month later.
Some said the old man had left his sons a fortune, and Wen Qingyu was part of the inheritance too.
"With everything so chaotic outside, what's to become of him, a dancing boy with not a penny to his name? Will they pass him on to someone else, or...?"
Or what?
Deals trading power for sex were nothing new.
Everyone was waiting to hear he was dead.
Wen Qingyu only smiled faintly, calculated his options carefully, and went from sleeping in the side courtyard to the warlord's chambers.
Why?
Because the eldest son, Fu Yue, had just been promoted to warlord, and had a brilliant future ahead of him.
And he was brilliant in other ways, too.
Shanghai's most alluring beauty vs. the most forbidden man in the warlord's residence
Handsome top, beautiful bottom, both each other's first love
Fictional Republic of China setting, indulgent, satisfying, sweet toilet reading
[The world can be what it may. I'll live freely.]
[Same title on Chaohua]
Theme: May every day bring happiness and freedom and good luck
