After Becoming a Wealthy Young Master’s Tutor

【The blurb for the next book, My Childhood Friend Insists He's Straight, is at the end】 Brooding, possessive, madly devoted attack dog × emotionally steady, teasing dog trainer Younger man × older man | A beauty and her dog, together forever The year Wen Yumian was accepted into graduate school, the middle schooler he'd been tutoring got into a top high school. The parents were overjoyed and gave him a big red envelope. Wen Yumian accepted it with a smile. “If you know any other parents who need a tutor, please send them my way.” The parent clapped a hand. “As a matter of fact, I do. He's just started his senior year of high school. His family pays really well, but he's incredibly hard to manage. He's driven five tutors away in one year.” The mention of a difficult student only made Wen Yumian more interested. “Is that so? Could you give me their contact information?” A week later, in a lavish mansion, Wen Yumian met the rebellious young master of the Pei family, Pei Can. Pei Can had a cigarette between his lips and wore a cheeky, teasing smile. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Wen. You're really pretty.” Wen Yumian's eyelid twitched. He was already beginning to understand why everyone said the boy was difficult. And sure enough... While Wen Yumian was explaining a problem, Pei Can stared at him intently for ages. “Sorry, Mr. Wen. What were you saying just now?” Wen Yumian took a deep breath. “I told you to put your eyes back on the test paper.” Although Wen Yumian felt that his tutoring wasn't especially effective, the Pei family kept him on long-term. Their reason was, “Pei Can listens a lot better when you're around.” Wen Yumian watched the boy rush at him and start kissing him the moment he got home from school, and sneered inwardly. When he's gotten away with everything around him, of course he's going to behave. Young Master Pei, hearing his parents had hired him another tutor: Whatever, I'll drive this one away too. Young Master Pei, seeing the tutor in person: ...How can anyone be this good-looking? When Wen Yumian wrote out the steps to solve a problem, Pei Can only noticed his slender, pale wrists. When Wen Yumian explained how to approach a problem, Pei Can's mind went blank as he stared at those red lips. At last, Young Master Pei couldn't take the temptation anymore. He pinned Wen Yumian against the desk and threatened him fiercely. “Get together with me, or I'll...” Wen Yumian gave him a light slap that didn't hurt at all. “Be good. Finish this problem first.” Young Master Pei was utterly defeated and obediently picked up his pen, still grumbling, “Wen Yumian, don't treat me like your dog. I'm Pei Can...” Wen Yumian pointed at the test paper. “Don't write my name on the paper.” Young Master Pei: “Oh.” Reader's guide: 1. Both leads are sexually inexperienced and each other's first love. They are each other's one and only, in body and heart. 2. Both characters are adults in the blurb and when they begin dating. 3. This is written to indulge my personal preferences. Don't apply it to real life: tutors shouldn't date their students, and students shouldn't date their tutors. (Pay attention!) 4. Hope you enjoy reading~ Coming soon: My Childhood Friend Insists He's Straight A lifelong wife-spoiler, fatherly, and oblivious-to-his-own-gayness type × bad-tempered, clingy, clever flirt Older childhood friend raises younger one | Cozy, slow-burn slice of life Both are sexually inexperienced and each other's first love. Written in third person. Love interest'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. I bought it for him. Can't be helped. He's my best friend for life, after all. Protagonist's perspective: What do I do when my husband thinks he's straight? My husband and I grew up together. We've been childhood friends forever, and without exaggerating, he raised me as if I were his wife. Plenty of people who dote on their wives don't spoil them as much as he spoils me. From the time we were 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, that we'd be best friends for life, and that I shouldn't get into all that weird stuff like homosexuality. Are you kidding me? Who taught you to treat your wife like a bro? At first, I just wanted to win him over slowly, like boiling a frog in warm water. Honestly, I don't even know what I'm supposed to be bending. This guy's already as gay as a spiral, he just won't admit it. But I tried every trick in the book to seduce him, and the idiot didn't react at all. I'd deliberately show some leg or put an arm around his waist, and he'd scold me for not looking after myself while pulling my clothes back into place. I'd pout and ask him for a kiss, and he'd kiss me, then say, “Bro, you've got such sweet lips.” I'm not your damn bro! Are you ever going to stop?! He's spoiled me rotten. He's always given me whatever I wanted, so I've never had to put up with this kind of treatment before. A friend gave me a tip: pretend to be dating someone else and see if he gets jealous. I took the advice and pretended to go on a date and stroll around with him. Sure enough, my husband couldn't stand it. He rushed over angrily, pulled us apart even though we weren't holding hands, and shielded me behind him. I was secretly thrilled, but my husband said righteously to my friend, “My bro's straight! Don't get any ideas about him!” Me: **** I was about to pass out from anger for real. You're going to lose your wife, you big dummy! Theme: Your love makes me want to become better.