How Could My Husband Be a Dragon-Aotian Hero?

Follow-up novel: Not Close? We’ve Kissed Before. A cool, rebellious racer x a gentle, powerful movie star. Please add it to your reading list!

A handsome, gentle beauty x a possessive, brooding, calculating college guy

Shen Youtang ran away.

He discovered that he had entered an R-rated power fantasy novel, reborn as a cannon-fodder character who wouldn’t survive three chapters. He quit on the spot and fled to a small city that very night, swearing to stay as far away from trouble as possible.

He found a kid in an alley, covered in wounds, with eyes that were dark and bright. Shen Youtang’s heart softened, and he decided to take him in.

But as he raised him, things started to get weird.

He sent the boy to school, and the very next day, the kid got into the best high school in the provincial capital. He even skipped grades and came home with a gold medal from a competition.

Shen Youtang: Didn’t you say you’d never been to school?

He told him to find a hobby, and the boy casually wrote a program so impressive it was jaw-dropping.

Shen Youtang: Didn’t you say you barely used computers?

He said he didn’t want to work and that this lousy company was bound to go under. The boy was silent for a week, then handed him a card with a six-figure balance.

Shen Youtang: Where did you get all that money??

The boy poked his head out of the kitchen, his voice unbearably sweet. “My brother gave me pocket money. I invested it.”

Huh? How do you invest pocket money?

Shen Youtang looked at the boy in the kitchen, wearing an apron and making dinner for him. Handsome and modest, reserved yet radiant, and so well-behaved it was hard to believe.

Did I pick up a genius?

*

One day, Shen Youtang looked in the mirror and found his lips swollen and his face flushed. Nothing about it looked right.

The kid he’d raised for years had grown up. It was time to find someone to keep him company through retirement.

He took a blind date to a fancy restaurant.

The music stopped abruptly. The room fell silent, and everyone was ushered out.

His kid brother, who was studying at university in Kyoto, walked through the crowd straight to his booth.

The wineglass in Shen Youtang’s hand nearly slipped and shattered.

Shen Youtang: What are you doing here?

The boy’s eyes were menacing. He braced one hand on the back of Shen Youtang’s chair and leaned down close to his ear.

“Brother, isn’t having me enough? Why can’t you ever behave?”

His voice was still as sweet as ever, but his gaze was that of a wolf watching its prey.

*

Good heavens, his kid brother was the very power-fantasy protagonist who’d single-handedly turned the capital’s business world upside down!

Shen Tang packed his suitcase that very night.

Damn it, there was no way he could keep living like this.

The moment the elevator doors opened, a hand held them firmly apart.

The man leaned against the wall, dressed in a suit, his features sharp. He still had that same beautiful, gentle face, but the oppressive presence he gave off sent a chill down Shen Youtang’s spine.

“Running away?” He lowered his head with a smile, his thumb leisurely brushing Shen Youtang’s lips. “I told you, once you picked me up, you don’t get to throw me away.”

He tilted his head and kissed him, tender and savage. He kissed Shen Youtang until he could barely breathe and his legs gave out, then held him close and chuckled.

“Brother, why can’t it be me?”

[Bonus scene]

Only later did Shen Youtang realize that outside, this man was a power fantasy protagonist, but behind closed doors, he was a rabid dog.

He liked pinning Shen Youtang by the waist against the floor-to-ceiling windows and kissing him until he lost himself, until the glass fogged up and the city lights below blurred into specks of light.

“Brother, you’re trembling so much.” The man behind him pressed close, his voice low and slow with amusement. “Afraid of heights? Or afraid of me?”

Shen Youtang bit his lip and said nothing, tears trickling down his chin.

You little bastard, I raised you myself!

The man turned him around and forced him to look up.

“Why are you crying?” His thumb rubbed across Shen Youtang’s lower lip, his eyes as dark as an abyss. “How could I ever bear to hurt you?”

He moved close, his breath falling between Shen Tang’s lips. He bent down and bit his Adam’s apple, gently but firmly, speaking one word at a time.

“I just want my brother to know that I’ve never been a good man, so you can only have me!”

A preview of my upcoming novel, Not Close? We’ve Kissed Before.

A free-spirited racer as the bottom x a gentle, powerful big shot as the top

Xiao Lang was forced to join a travel variety show. The penalty for breaking his contract was eight figures, so he had no choice.

He was the undefeated king of the racing world.

Usually arrogant and wild, he feared nothing and no one.

Except one person: Shen Suichuan.

Movie star Shen was as warm and refined as jade, with his true depths hidden beneath the surface. Now that he’d become an investor, he had influence over half the entertainment industry.

He seemed mild-mannered, but was so cold at heart that he made people uneasy.

Before leaving, his manager gave him just one instruction: “Don’t throw punches, don’t scowl, and don’t…”

“Don’t provoke Shen Suichuan, right?” Xiao Lang gave a bitter laugh. “Don’t worry, I can’t afford to anymore.”

Xiao Lang wasn’t about to fall into the same hole twice.

-

Everyone knew they’d been close friends since they were young. They were inseparable in college, the whole internet shipped them like crazy, and their fan forum still ranked in the top three.

No one knew they’d secretly dated for five years, broken up two years ago, and since then acted as if the other didn’t exist.

At the recording of the preview episode, the host smiled brightly. “How would you describe your relationship off camera?”

Shen Suichuan stood there, unhurriedly rolling up his sleeves and revealing a section of veined forearm.

Xiao Lang took a strategic sip of water, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His mind was full of memories of those hands gripping his waist and pressing him onto the bed. He didn’t even look up.

“We’re not close.”

Shen Suichuan’s gaze stayed on his lips, still wet from the water, his eyes very dark. He paused at the answer. His gentle expression gave nothing away; he only smiled.

“Sure. Whatever he says goes.”

That night, #TheTwoKingsDontGetAlong shot to the top of the trending charts.

The CP fans were devastated, while other fans and passersby applauded.

The whole internet was convinced the two would never speak again, and everyone was waiting to see how the variety show would end.

On the show, Xiao Lang did one thing: put on an act.

He acted like they weren’t close, acted like he didn’t care, acted like he’d truly moved on. The more nonchalant he seemed, the better.

All he had to do was make it to the end of filming, pay off his debt, and then they could each go their own way.

But even though he tried so hard, Shen Suichuan just wouldn’t leave him alone.

He would drink from Xiao Lang’s water bottle right in front of the cameras, without batting an eye.

When a sasaeng cornered Xiao Lang in the parking lot, he would shove him into the car and shield him with his body from every prying gaze.

-

Then, three months later, in a dim equipment room.

Shen Suichuan held Xiao Lang close and kissed him fiercely and urgently. His gentle restraint crumbled in an instant.

Xiao Lang turned his head to avoid him, breathing hard. “Shen Suichuan, you’re sick!”

“I am sick.” Shen Suichuan raised a hand to cover his eyes, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.

Xiao Lang’s legs were too weak to hold him up, and his voice trembled. “Didn’t we break up?”

Shen Suichuan bit his lower lip and spoke each word clearly.

“I won’t deny that I let you run wild.”

“But when did I ever say we were breaking up?”

“If you want to break up, wait until your next life.”

Bonus scene:

At the off-road racing track, Shen Suichuan cornered Xiao Lang in the locker room.

Xiao Lang drove a knee into Shen Suichuan’s stomach, grinning wildly. “Get off me.”

Shen Suichuan grunted but didn’t move. Instead, he grabbed Xiao Lang’s ankle and pulled it toward his waist, chuckling. “I’ll get off, but let me kiss you first.”

Xiao Lang gritted his teeth. “Shen Suichuan!”

The man leaned in, his gaze darkening as he kissed the corner of Xiao Lang’s lips. “I’m right here. I always have been.”

A preview of my upcoming novel, So I Was Insulting the Commander?

Lin Ran is a beta and the mascot of the Imperial Legion’s medical corps.

Thanks to his smile, described as “the sweetest, most healing smile in the galaxy,” he has been voted “the medic wounded soldiers most want to see” for three years running.

Shen Que is an SSS-rank Alpha and commander-in-chief of the Silverlight Fleet.

His record of military achievements is thicker than the official calendar, and his reputation reaches from the imperial capital all the way to the Zerg lair.

His adjutants privately bet that he has only two expressions: a cold face, and an even colder face.

*

One day, the legion’s internal network got upgraded, and Lin Ran added his childhood friend Lu Gao.

Lin Ran’s eyes lit up. What a delight to find an old friend in a strange place!

From then on, he and his childhood friend had long chats every night. His username was DontWantToWorkToday:

“Do you know how ridiculous your boss is? I was stitching up wounds until three in the morning yesterday, and at six this morning he dragged the whole fleet into a drill? Seriously, what is this?”

Lu Gao: “?”

“Does he think Betas don’t need sleep? How does an Alpha like that even find an Omega? By kidnapping them with his pheromones?”

Lu Gao: “...”

“Forget it. It’s pointless talking to Alphas like you.”

Lin Ran thought his childhood friend had changed. He was way too calm. He used to be even more of a chatterbox than Lin Ran, so he figured serving as one of Shen Que’s personal guards had worn away his emotions.

*

Then came the fleet’s victory banquet.

He’d been made to drink two glasses of alcohol and was curled up in a corner, his face red, when his childhood friend showed up. The guy grabbed him excitedly and nearly jumped for joy.

Dude, how can you be so inconsistent? You weren’t like this last night.

“Ranran, let’s exchange internal comms IDs.”

But we chat every night, don’t we? Lin Ran stared blankly and opened that profile.

Lu Gao stared blankly too. “Ranran, when did you add the commander?”

Lin Ran’s smile froze. His mind replayed the insults he’d made over the past thirty days:

“Is Shen Que sick in the head?”

“Shen Que is so unreasonable!”

“How does Shen Que manage to torment people so much? I hope he never finds a wife.”

“But he sure has a narrow waist. Tsk... What a fine-looking man, wasted on that perfect body.”

And now, the commander, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, looked every bit the perfect man. This lofty figure was walking toward him with a cold expression.

Lin Ran: “...Would it still be possible for me to request a transfer to a medical station on some desolate frontier planet?”

Bonus scene:

Shen Que took a step forward, trapping him between himself and the observation window overlooking space.

“Medical Officer Lin,” the Alpha said in a low voice, audible only to the two of them.

“When you said Shen Que’s Adam’s apple looked good enough to bite, was that medical advice? Would you like to try it for yourself?”

Lin Ran: ...

A sweet-faced but actually irritable office drone as the bottom x a cold-faced, calculating commander with a black-sesame tangyuan heart

Both pure and each other’s first love, one-on-one, happy ending

Theme: Work hard to get what you want.