[I’ll post this in the next couple of days. After thinking it over, I guess I’ve been away so long that I couldn’t get into my last novel, no matter what I wrote. I’ll start this one first.]
[New love interest. The scumbag love interest gets his own VIP crematorium and is buried there forever. Mild noncon later on.]
Fake upright, patriarchal head of a great family, love interest × sweet-looking but secretly cunning, beautiful and pitiful protagonist
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Everyone who had met Wen Baili thought he was a useless pretty face. He had been with Second Young Master He for more than three years without any title or status, and had gotten nothing out of it.
With Second Young Master He about to marry his proper wife, Wen Baili still rushed around running errands and doing odd jobs, working himself to the bone to please him. Plenty of people watched in amusement, waiting for a laugh.
But Wen Baili never thought he was getting a raw deal.
So what if he had no title or status? As long as Second Young Master He paid him, he only wanted the money.
His mother was bedridden with a serious illness, and his younger brother had a bad leg and couldn’t do hard labor from his wheelchair. He needed a whole lot of money.
Three years ago, he had sold himself to Second Young Master He, who paid him a generous sum every month. Only money was real. What was love worth, anyway?
He thought it was a good deal, but never expected this guy to get tired of him so quickly! In just three years, he’d stopped even paying him!
Wen Baili looked at his mother, who urgently needed medicine, then at his helpless younger brother. He thought of Lord Yan from the Yan mansion, a powerful man who seemed difficult to get along with but had helped him many times...
That very night, Wen Baili put on a pretty outfit and made his way to the back courtyard of the Yan mansion, as if he knew the place by heart.
He tugged at his sleeve, entirely without embarrassment. “Lord Yan, may I ask if you’re still hiring at your residence?”
Outside, dense snow was falling. Yan Yun was bent over his desk, writing. At the sound of his voice, he looked up and gazed intently at the boy before him, as clear and crystalline as morning dew.
Later, people in Shengjing changed their tune again. They said Wen Baili was outrageously bold, had played several lords and young masters of Shengjing like fools, and would pocket any money he was given. In the end! He’d even made off with a pile of cash!
Theme: Tomorrow will be better
