After Being Reborn, I Tamed the Mad Dog of a True Young Master

[Main Story Complete] Bonus chapters are cooking up a storm~

Sang Qi (bottom) x Lu Yuran (top)

In his previous life, Sang Qi was the fake young master of a wealthy family. His reputation was ruined, everyone turned against him, and he became a laughingstock in business circles.

Especially Lu Yuran, the real young master, who always looked at him with disgust whenever they met. One day, Sang Qi was so furious that he fainted, and when he opened his eyes again, he was back in his youth.

At the time, Sang Qi was still the pampered young master of the Sang family, bold and flamboyant, willful and unruly. Anyone who saw him had to bow their head a little.

Meanwhile, the real young master, Lu Yuran, was still hauling heavy loads in the countryside.

Heh. Lu Yuran, just you wait!

Sang Qi floored the accelerator and raced to the countryside, ready to beat Lu Yuran to a pulp, then grind his bones to dust and erase every trace of him.

Who could have expected that, the moment he arrived, he would find Lu Yuran being beaten up? A few street thugs had cornered a slender figure against a wall. A punch landed, and the crisp snap of a breaking bone rang out all too clearly.

The man who had always stood straight-backed and looked haughty in his previous life now had his forehead pressed against the rough concrete, his eyes bloodshot.

"Cough... Who are you?"

Sang Qi curled his lips and took two seconds to admire his pitiful state, then bent down.

"I'm here to save you."

"Beg me. Be my dog, and I'll consider crushing these people one by one."

The beauty before him was dazzlingly pale, his smile wicked yet radiant. Lu Yuran's breath caught.

Then he grabbed the hem of Sang Qi's trousers. "...Please."

Everyone in their circle knew that Lu Yuran was a rabid dog kept by Young Master Sang.

"Why would Young Master Sang take a liking to some country bumpkin?"

"With that crazy streak of his, Young Master Sang will get bored of him in a few years..."

Lu Yuran never paid any attention to the rumors. He simply kept his head down and worked, day and night.

Only then would his master smile and reward him with a kiss, panting as he praised him for being a good dog.

He had always done a good job. Until one day, a file appeared on his desk.

So Sang Qi was the fake young master. Lu Yuran was the heir to the Sang family who had been lost outside all those years ago.

Wonderful.

Lu Yuran slowly smiled, his fingertips trembling with excitement.

He would never have to fear being abandoned again.

Next door, the young master was in the bathroom, his face flushed as he trembled and called Lu Yuran's name.

"Bastard... Mm, get over here!"

Lu Yuran calmly put the file away and tossed it into the fireplace.

"Just hold on a little longer. I'll be right there to serve you... my young master."

[Reader's Guide]

1. Both are pure, in body and heart, and belong entirely to each other.

2. Everything in the story is here to serve this couple. My CP is locked in for good.

3. No real-life inspiration or borrowing.

Coming soon:

[Transmigrated as the Blind Husband of a Dragon-Pride Protagonist]

Ning He transmigrated one day and became the Dragon-Pride protagonist's long-suffering husband.

In the original story, the husband feared his cold and distant spouse and spent all day trying to escape. In the end, he tore up the Dragon-Pride protagonist's most important contract while struggling, was completely cast aside, and sent to the countryside.

Afterward, the Dragon-Pride protagonist used his intelligence and skills to resolve the contract crisis, successfully rose to become the youngest up-and-coming tycoon in the A-list business world, and made a fortune.

In short, the husband was nothing but a plot device.

System: Your mission is simple. Play the part of the husband who tries to escape. Once the story ends, we'll give you back your 5.0 vision and those gorgeous, crystal-clear eyes.

Ning He sprang to his feet. "Sure, sure! Leave it to me!"

After getting married, Ning He applied himself diligently.

During the day, while the Dragon-Pride protagonist went to work, he stayed home listening to melodramatic billionaire romance novels and mastering the art of playing a delicate, spoiled little white flower.

At night, when the Dragon-Pride protagonist came home, Ning He put in eye drops ahead of time, climbed onto the bay window with red, pained eyes, and cried, "You don't love me at all! Let me go!"

After three months of Ning He the devoted actor's performance, the Dragon-Pride protagonist finally lost patience. He gripped Ning He's chin and said coldly, "What exactly are you making a scene about?"

Here it comes! Tonight, right now!

Ning He's dark eyes stared blankly ahead. His lower lashes trembled, tears clinging to them, as he sobbed and grabbed the contract beside him. With a loud rip, he tore it to shreds.

He flung the contract to the floor. The Dragon-Pride protagonist's aura turned icy as he grabbed Ning He's wrist and abruptly scooped him up.

Oh, oh, oh, throw me out and my mission will be complete~ Ning He shed happy, noodle-like tears in his heart.

But the next moment, he was slammed down... on the bed.

"If you're done making a scene, go to sleep." The Dragon-Pride protagonist snorted, tucked him under the covers like a spring roll, and lay down beside him.

Ning He: ?

Pei Yan, an up-and-coming tycoon in A City and head of a business group.

To him, their marriage alliance was nothing more than a transaction. The trouble was, his wife loved him too much and couldn't bear to be apart from him.

She complained when he worked late and when he didn't know how to comfort her. Pei Yan often found himself in the sweet predicament of not knowing what to do.

That is, until he hurried home an hour early after an international conference ended.

His little wife was sleeping soundly in bed, with pale skin, jet-black hair, and beautiful, vacant eyes lowered slightly. She looked like a mound of freshly fallen snow, or a white bird with a broken wing.

Then the white bird woke up and yawned lazily. "Give me the eye drops. I'm going to throw another tantrum later."

"By the way, when is Pei Yan going to ask for a divorce? He gripped my hand so hard last night it went red!"

"Hmph. Tonight I'll tear up a few more contracts, then pour myself a glass of red wine so I can splash him with it."

Pei Yan: "..."

Was his little wife actually a little liar?

Theme: Live earnestly, and leave no regrets.