Can the Cannon-Fodder Fake Young Master Be Loved Too?

[Pouty, feisty recipient x cold, domineering, possessive pursuer]

On the first day after turning twenty, Qin Fanghao suddenly realizes he’s the fake young master, a cannon-fodder character in a pure romance novel.

Only one year remains until the real young master returns.

Having grown up in a wealthy family, Qin Fanghao has become a pampered good-for-nothing. He enjoys the affection that should have belonged to the real young master, can’t handle hardship, and can’t stand being poor.

With one year left, he decides to set his sights on Zhan Jieming while he still has money.

Zhan Jieming is A University’s universally acknowledged campus heartthrob. He’s 195 centimeters tall, with handsome features and rock-hard abs. Most importantly, his net worth will skyrocket in the future, and he’ll own hundreds of billions in assets!

Though right now he’s still a poor student who has to work for a living :)

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With money to spare, Qin Fanghao plays the real sugar daddy, pouring money into Zhan Jieming’s startup project.

Who knew their transactions would change after a few rounds?

Whenever night falls and Qin Fanghao is surrounded by the man’s scorching presence, he struggles to strike all sorts of shameless poses, crying and cursing, “Fuck... hurry up and get rich so you can support me!”

Zhan Jieming puts those dirty words into practice. “What are you supposed to call me?”

Qin Fanghao’s voice is hoarse, but he obediently says, “...Hubby.”

Experience teaches the truth. Afterward, Qin Fanghao rubs his aching waist and fumes that there’s one more thing to add to the list of the A University heartthrob’s assets, besides his handsome features and rock-hard abs!

He’s a total rabid dog in bed :)

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A year later, the real young master returns, and Qin Fanghao loses all the affection he once enjoyed.

The once-poor campus heartthrob of A University has become a business legend. At a banquet, the silver ring on his left ring finger catches the media’s attention.

A reporter presses him: “Mr. Zhan, could you tell us about your marital status?”

“Not a chance.”

In a corner of the banquet hall, Qin Fanghao, who has long since faded from everyone’s view, is surrounded by people. After enduring their sarcasm for ages, he clenches his fists, ready to pick a fight.

Zhan Jieming spots him out of the corner of his eye and, helplessly, raises the microphone again. His cool, deep voice rings through the venue, carried by the speakers, like a dose of tranquilizer.

“Fanghao, come here.”

“Don’t break your wedding ring, and don’t hurt your hand.”

Qin Fanghao: ...I fucking appreciate your concern :)

⭕️Coming soon: The Fake Young Master Is the Real Young Master’s Wife

[Bratty little cat recipient x nasty bad-dog pursuer]

The day the real young master, Zhuang Heng, was brought home, Tao Youran threw a huge tantrum.

Though he was the fake young master, his adoptive parents spoiled him, making him increasingly capricious and domineering. He made life difficult for the real young master at every turn.

He wouldn’t let Zhuang Heng take the family name or enter the ancestral hall, wouldn’t share a floor of the house with him, wouldn’t let him call their parents Mom and Dad, and refused to call him older brother...

Tao Youran was petty and mean, and he did everything he could to offend Zhuang Heng.

Hoping to improve their relationship, their parents decided to leave on a business trip for a while and let the brothers live together. But when they returned, the two seemed to have gotten along even worse.

When Zhuang Heng tried to make conversation, Tao Youran would flip him off.

When Zhuang Heng came within half a meter, Tao Youran would kick him.

And whenever Zhuang Heng brought his face a little closer, Tao Youran would slap him.

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One day at dinner, their parents finally tried to make peace after seeing Zhuang Heng’s handsome face, marked with a handprint.

“Youran, look what you’ve done to your brother’s face. Don’t lose your temper like that next time.”

“He’s not my brother!” Tao Youran shoveled rice into his mouth, unable to hide his humiliation.

His parents were biased. They only saw the handprint on Zhuang Heng’s face, not the buttock that hurt so much Tao Youran could only sit on one side of the chair!!!

“It’s fine,” Zhuang Heng said magnanimously. “If Youran doesn’t want to call me older brother, he doesn’t have to.”

Since he didn’t want to call him older brother, he could call him something else.

Late at night, Tao Youran was pinned against the mirror by Zhuang Heng, his body suspended with nothing to brace himself against. His unfocused eyes were full of panic and helplessness.

“Youran, look what you’ve done to my back with your scratching,” Zhuang Heng panted, shamelessly whispering in his ear. “Are you afraid Mom and Dad won’t notice?”

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