I Climbed into the Real Young Master's Bed Before the Substitute Marriage

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Before he turned eighteen, Lin Baozhu was the apple of the Lin family's eye, despite being ignorant and hopeless at studying. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he could call the wind and summon the rain.

After he turned eighteen, Lin Baozhu was exposed as a fake young master who had taken the place of the family's real son. The real young master was accomplished and noble, the top scorer personally selected by the emperor. Meanwhile, Lin Baozhu was taken away by his birth father and sent to marry a widowed old man as his second wife in place of his little sister. His bride price was a mere eight taels.

Lin Baozhu was furious.

He hated his adoptive parents for withdrawing their affection and letting him fall into the mire.

If Heaven had given him a life of fine clothes and good food, then it should have let him enjoy wealth and glory for the rest of his life.

More than anything, he hated that just as everything seemed settled, the real young master had appeared to set things right.

Why?

If you gave it to him, why take it away just like that?

Lin Baozhu refused to accept it.

The day before his wedding, he climbed into the real young master's bed.

He would drag him down from his pedestal and make him his dog.

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Pei Xue was reborn into a poor family, where he and his widowed mother depended on each other. Every bowl of porridge and every meal had been hard-won. On his way to the capital to take the imperial examinations, he had already heard Lin Baozhu's name.

A crowd of hangers-on and sycophants surrounded him every day. He knew nothing of serious scholarship, but was skilled at everything from cockfighting to dog racing. He went out with eight attendants, and when a performance pleased him, he could toss out a fortune. He was a genuine fool.

Pei Xue was disciplined and proper, and had never expected to have anything to do with a spoiled young master like him.

But now their positions were reversed, and they sat facing each other across the table.

Not one dish was to the young master's liking. Everything was either too bland or too salty.

He couldn't even eat properly.

Pei Xue lowered his gaze and saw the foot beneath the table, pressed close to his ankle and creeping upward. The precious jewels sewn onto its shoe glittered, every bit as brazen as their owner.

He grabbed the unruly foot and slowly tightened his grip.

You bad thing.

"Eat properly."

2026.2.15 22:09 First draft of the blurb; 2026.2.16 23:16 Second draft, screenshot saved

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