The Frail Young Master Cross-Dresses and Hooks a Real Daddy

An Yu was born a pampered young master, delicate and sickly, fussy and troublesome, with enemies everywhere.

Then his family fell on hard times. The steady stream of tonics stopped, and he couldn't afford a hospital even when he coughed up blood. He even stuck to the cheapest phone plan.

His enemies should have been able to let go of their grudges when they saw him like this.

His own miserable life was bad enough, but seeing his enemies happy was even more infuriating. To preserve what little dignity he had left, An Yu put on women's clothes and started livestreaming.

On his very first day, a big spender in the chat boosted him straight to the top of the rankings. An Yu waited nervously for the man to ask something of him, but he fell asleep without even getting a private message.

The next day.

The day after that.

Whenever An Yu went live, he was guaranteed to hit number one within ten minutes. Everyone wanted to know just how beautiful this newly famous, faceless cross-dressing streamer was, how rich the silent top supporter was, and whether the two of them had slept together.

Two months later, An Yu's bank balance had grown at a dizzying pace, and his conscience was weighing on him more and more.

He took the initiative and sent his big spender a photo.

"Daddy, I cut my hand. Which hospital is closest?"

The wound on his hand was barely worth mentioning. His slender legs were pale and straight, and a blue-diamond garter pressed a delicate ring into the soft flesh of his thigh.

The big spender sent him an address.

It was a coffee shop, not a hotel!

An Yu changed his contact name to: Pure-Hearted Top Supporter.

An Yu strode confidently to the coffee shop, full of swagger.

Then he turned around, set an alarm, and fled.

Oh no, this time he'd hooked a real daddy!

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An Yu never would have guessed that the silent top supporter was Fu Xiantang!

Before the An family fell into decline, Fu Xiantang often visited his father for tea and even bought him toys.

Until he was sixteen, An Yu had always called him Daddy.

Four years had passed, but Fu Xiantang still had the imposing air of an elder.

An Yu decided to cut his losses and blocked Fu Xiantang everywhere.

Then he made a new account and secretly continued livestreaming.

When he eagerly went to have dinner with his new top supporter, three burly bodyguards escorted him back to the mansion where he'd once lived.

Fu Xiantang sat on the bed An Yu had slept in as a child. Smiling coldly, he asked, "Baby, do you call everyone Daddy?"

"I held you when you were little. Did they all hold you too?"

Theme: Stand on your own two feet.