The Daily Discipline of a Sweet Little Fool

A pure and seductive little fox of a spoiled troublemaker bottom X a stern, fatherly top who worries himself sick over him Wen Liangyu is the family’s precious darling. His parents and older brothers wouldn’t dare go against his wishes. He has countless admirers outside the home, surrounded by flirty butterflies who compete to shower him with attention. The Wen family is always worried that Liangyu will be whisked away by some blond-haired pretty boy. The good news: Liangyu has no room in his heart for romance. The bad news: there’s no room for anything important, either. His head is empty, and he comes up with new ways to have fun every day, often vanishing for two or three days at a time. The Wen family can’t bring themselves to hit him, and they can’t bear to scold him. When Liangyu goes off to college, they entrust him to his fiance, who lives in the capital, to look after him. His grandmother arranged the engagement. Liangyu has no memory of what Cen Zhaoshan looks like, and he hates that Cen Zhaoshan keeps trying to control him from overseas. When he arrives in the capital, the first thing he does is call his friends and head to a bar. He drinks until he’s barely conscious. His palm-sized, fair face flushes, and his eyes grow hazy and glistening. His lashes flutter as he clings to a strange man’s shoulder and asks, “Hi, are you the male model my friend ordered?” By the time Wen Liangyu leads the man back to their booth, someone is already sitting beside his friend. “Sorry, my friend didn’t order you,” Wen Liangyu says with an embarrassed smile. His eyes are captivating, his gaze alluring, as he sways softly into the man. The man has a stern, striking face. He wraps an arm around Wen Liangyu’s waist and lifts him up. “Your friend ordered one. You didn’t?” Wen Liangyu shakes his head sadly. “That lousy fiance of mine confiscated all my allowance!” * Cen Zhaoshan doesn’t find his little fiance at the airport. He tracks him down to a bar, only to be mistaken for a male model. He carries the drunken man home, wipes his face, changes his clothes, and coaxes him to sleep. It’s been a long night. The first thing Liangyu says when he sees him is, “Good morning, male model!” Cen Zhaoshan looks at the person in front of him, hair sticking out in every direction and eyes still bleary with sleep, utterly guileless. He holds back his anger and says, “Baby, you should call me your husband.” Wen Liangyu: “Get lost! You wouldn’t even make the cut for my eighth wedding!” Long-distance care turns into close supervision. Wen Liangyu goes against Cen Zhaoshan at every turn. Cen Zhaoshan strictly forbids him from going anywhere shady, so Liangyu heads straight for every new place he sees. Murder mystery games, bars, streetwear shops, racetracks, escape rooms... At any hour of the night or early morning, Cen Zhaoshan can haul Liangyu out of whatever place he’s having fun and take him home. Then comes punishment, again and again. Some time later, Liangyu’s friends invite him to play a murder mystery game and order a male companion for romance. Wen Liangyu covers his red, swollen bottom and shakes his head. “I’m not going. My husband is the most handsome, and I only love him. I’m not interested in other men.” That night, after Cen Zhaoshan finishes checking the security footage as usual, Wen Liangyu kisses his cheek. “Honey, I was really good today. Can I have a reward?” Cen Zhaoshan: “Good baby. Your reward is a marriage certificate.” Wen Liangyu: “(•̩̩̩̩_•̩̩̩̩) I just wanted to go out and have some fun.” Next book: The Frail Young Master Dresses as a Woman and Hooks a Real Daddy An Yu is a true young master, raised in luxury. He’s frail and sickly, fussy and troublesome, and has made countless enemies. Then, unfortunately, his family falls into decline, and the supplements that used to flow like water are cut off. He coughs up blood but can’t afford to go to the hospital. He even dares use only the cheapest phone plan. His enemies ought to be able to let go of their grudges when they see him. His own misery is bad enough, but watching his enemies enjoy themselves is even more infuriating. To maintain the last shred of his dignity, An Yu puts on women’s clothes and starts livestreaming. On his very first day, the big spender in his livestream pushes him to the top of the rankings. An Yu waits nervously for him to make a request. He falls asleep, and there’s not even a private message. The second day. The third day... Whenever An Yu livestreams, he’s guaranteed to hit the top spot within ten minutes. Everyone wants to know: Just how beautiful is the newly popular faceless cross-dressing streamer? Just how rich is the silent number-one supporter? Have the two of them slept together or not? Two months pass. An Yu’s bank balance grows at lightning speed, and his conscience grows increasingly uneasy. He takes the initiative and sends his big spender a photo. “Daddy, I cut my hand. Which hospital is closest?” The cut on his hand is barely worth mentioning. His slender legs are long and pale, and a blue diamond garter squeezes a ring of smooth, plump flesh. The big spender sends him an address. It’s a cafe, not a hotel! An Yu changes the big spender’s contact name to: Purehearted Number One. An Yu marches confidently to the cafe. Then he turns around to answer an alarm and flees in a panic. Oh no, this time he’s hooked a real daddy! * An Yu never would have dreamed that the silent number-one supporter would be Fu Xiantang! Before the An family fell into decline, Fu Xiantang often visited his father for tea and even bought An Yu toys. Until he was sixteen, An Yu always called him “Daddy.” They haven’t seen each other for four years, but the imposing presence of an elder is still there. An Yu decides to go all in. He blocks Fu Xiantang across the entire internet, then makes a second account and secretly continues livestreaming. Just as he eagerly heads out to dinner with his new number-one supporter, three burly bodyguards escort him back to the mansion where he used to live. Fu Xiantang sits on the bed An Yu slept in as a child, his face cold as he asks with a smile, “Baby, do you call everyone Daddy?” “I held you when you were little. Did they all hold you, too?” Theme: Staying true to yourself is the only way to achieve your dreams.