A taciturn, hopelessly devoted top, paired with a tsundere, naive, beautiful sweetheart bottom.
Shang Yan had never known hardship before he turned ten.
Then the real young master came home, and this "fake" son was unceremoniously sent back to the drab county where he was born.
His family was so poor they couldn't even afford food. Little Shang Yan crouched under a leaky eave, curled into a tiny ball.
Then Jiang Huaichuan came.
He walked up to him with a bowl of hot porridge and said just one word: "Eat."
No one looked after Shang Yan. Jiang Huaichuan did.
And he kept looking after him for the rest of his life.
Jiang Huaichuan worked three jobs. He hauled bricks at a construction site by day and earned extra money at an internet cafe at night. Every penny he saved became meat in Shang Yan's bowl and beautiful clothes on his back.
Later, Jiang Huaichuan started a business and drank until he bled from the stomach at banquets, all so Shang Yan could live in a house with floor-to-ceiling windows again.
Even his friends said Jiang Huaichuan was crazy, treating a pretty good-for-nothing like royalty.
Jiang Huaichuan brushed the dust off his hands and said calmly, "He's afraid of being tired, hungry, and in the dark. My job is to make sure he never knows what those things feel like."
Having Shang Yan by his side was the greatest blessing of his life.
Shang Yan couldn't do anything, but he had Jiang Huaichuan.
One night, as he ate the strawberry ice cream Jiang Huaichuan had bought, he said without a care in the world, "Jiang Huaichuan, if you get married someday, will you stop wanting me?"
Jiang Huaichuan frowned at once. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Shang Yan blinked. "Then I'll be your wife. But you have to promise to be good to me forever and ever."
Jiang Huaichuan looked at him for a long time, then reached out and wiped the cream from the corner of his mouth.
"Mm." His tone was as serious as a vow.
Both virgins / Happy ending / Sweet romance
Theme: The flower shop may close, but the flowers keep blooming.