After Becoming a Wealthy Young Master’s Tutor

Sharp-eyed, obsessive, unhinged loyal puppy x emotionally steady, teasing master dog-trainer

Younger seme | A beauty and her dog are together forever

The year Wen Yumian got into graduate school, the middle school student he tutored was admitted to a top high school. The parents were overjoyed and gave him a big red envelope.

Wen Yumian accepted it and smiled. "If you know any other parents who need a tutor, feel free to recommend me."

The parent clapped a hand. "As it happens, I do know someone. He just started his senior year of high school, and the pay is excellent. He's just incredibly hard to handle. He's driven away five tutors in one year."

The words "hard to handle" only piqued Wen Yumian's interest. "Really? Could you give me his contact information?"

A week later, Wen Yumian met Pei Can, the rebellious young heir of the Pei family, in their glittering mansion.

With a cigarette between his teeth, Pei Can gave him a roguish, amused smile. "Hello, Teacher Wen. You're really beautiful."

Wen Yumian's eyelid twitched. He was already beginning to understand why everyone said Pei Can was hard to handle.

And sure enough.

As Wen Yumian explained a problem, Pei Can stared at him intently for a long while. "Sorry, Teacher Wen. What were you saying just now?"

Wen Yumian drew a deep breath. "I told you to put your eyes back on the test paper."

Although Wen Yumian felt his tutoring wasn't very effective, Pei Can's parents still kept him on, hiring him long-term. Their reason was, "With you around, Pei Can is much more well-behaved."

Wen Yumian looked at the boy who had just come home from school and was already eagerly pouncing on him to nibble at him. He sneered. After getting away with dumping everything on him, how could he not behave?

When Young Master Pei heard his parents had found him another tutor: Whatever. I'll drive this one away too.

When Young Master Pei met the tutor in person: ...How can anyone be this good-looking?

As Wen Yumian wrote out the steps to solve a problem, Pei Can could only focus on his slender, pale wrists.

As Wen Yumian explained his approach, Pei Can stared at those red lips until his head spun.

At last, Young Master Pei couldn't take being tempted any longer. He pinned Wen Yumian against the desk and threatened him fiercely. "Get together with me, or I'll..."

Wen Yumian gave him a light, painless slap. "Be good. Finish this problem first."

Young Master Pei was utterly defeated. He obediently picked up his pen, still protesting, "Wen Yumian, don't treat me like your dog. I, Pei Can..."

Wen Yumian pointed at the test paper. "Don't write my name on it."

Young Master Pei: Oh.

Reader's guide:

1. Both leads are each other's first and only love, in body and heart.

2. Both characters are adults in the blurb and when they start dating.

3. This is an indulgence-fantasy story. Don't apply it to real life. Tutors, don't date your students, and students, don't date your tutors (pay attention!).

4. Hope you enjoy reading~

Coming soon: My Childhood Friend Insists He's Straight

A devoted, fatherly type who's been gay without realizing it since childhood x a bad-tempered, clingy, scheming flirt

Older childhood friend, childhood-to-adulthood romance | Cozy, gentle slow burn

Both leads are each other's first and only love. Third-person narration.

Seme's perspective:

The first time I met Fang Jianan, I was three. He threw himself into my arms and cried because he wanted the lollipop in my hand, so I gave it to him. Now I'm twenty-three, and he's still crying in my arms, saying he wants that pink convertible. So I bought it.

What can I do? He's my best friend for life.

Uke's perspective:

What do you do when your husband insists he's straight?

My husband and I grew up together. We've been childhood friends forever, practically inseparable. I'm not exaggerating when I say he raised me like I was his wife. Most people don't dote on their wives as much as he dotes on me.

From the time I was very little, I knew that when we grew up, I was going to be his wife.

But when we were finally old enough to date, he told me he was straight, said we'd be best friends for life, and told me not to learn all that nonsense about homosexuality and things like that.

Are you kidding me? Who taught you to treat your wife like a buddy?

At first, I just wanted to take things slowly and turn him gay. (Honestly, I don't even understand what I'm supposed to be turning. This guy's already bent like a spring, he just refuses to admit it.)

But I tried every trick I could think of to seduce him, and the idiot never reacted. I'd deliberately flash a leg or show him my waist, and he'd scold me for not taking care of myself while pulling my clothes back into place. I'd pout and ask him for a kiss. He'd kiss me, then say, "Buddy, you sure have sweet lips."

Buddy your ass! Are you ever going to stop?

He'd spoiled me rotten. I was used to getting whatever I wanted. How could I put up with this kind of treatment?

A friend suggested I pretend to be dating someone else and see if he got jealous.

I took the advice and pretended to go on a date and walk around with him. Sure enough, my husband couldn't sit still. He rushed over in a fury, pulled apart our hands, which weren't even holding each other, and shielded me behind him.

Just as I was secretly celebrating, my honest-to-goodness husband told my friend, "My buddy's straight! Don't try anything with him!"

Me:

I was genuinely about to faint with rage.

You're about to lose your wife, you big idiot!

Theme: Your love inspires me to strive to become better.