A Younger Husband Is Better

Cen Mian had never really liked his husband. He had been the pampered young master of his family since childhood, treated like royalty. Even his slippers had to be lined with sheepskin. All his friends came from wealthy families in the same social circle. After all, people with similar backgrounds were the ones who got along. But then his father made a mistake, and the family business suffered a cash-flow crisis. Just then, Yu Ting came knocking, offering to fill the enormous funding gap. He had only one condition: a marriage alliance with the Cen family. More precisely, he wanted to marry Cen Mian. Yu Ting was something of a legend in their circle. He had started from nothing and built his way up, becoming someone even the old established families could only look up to. Cen Mian had cried and protested. He didn't want to marry some nouveau riche country bumpkin. But for his family, he gritted his teeth and agreed to the alliance. He didn't like Yu Ting at all. The man was always quiet. He never said any sweet, romantic things to cheer him up, and he didn't understand a word when Cen Mian talked about fine wines and famous paintings. Cen Mian was furious. This marriage was such a failure. He didn't have a husband who understood him at all. Then, six months into the marriage, he woke up one morning and unexpectedly transmigrated back to his senior year of high school. If he warned his father about the company's crisis in advance this time, could he avoid marrying Yu Ting? Cen Mian prepared to start a new life, but for several nights in a row, he dreamed about Yu Ting. Gritting his teeth, he thought that, at least, they'd been husband and husband. Yu Ting probably wasn't doing well now, either. He might as well find him, give him some money, and call it even. But when he found Yu Ting, the man was fighting with someone in a cramped apartment building. His body reacted before his mind could catch up. Cen Mian instinctively hurled his schoolbag at the man and shouted furiously, “How dare you hit my husband?!” *① Yu Ting couldn't make sense of this young master who'd suddenly appeared in his life. He was always looking down on Yu Ting, yet treating him well. Cen Mian called him a country bumpkin in a nasty tone, but had an extra meal sent over for him every day. Cen Mian would calmly pick out all the vegetables he didn't like and put them in Yu Ting's bowl, then urge him, “Hurry up and eat. You have to finish all of this, or you won't have the strength to fight. You'll lose.” As he spoke, he couldn't help sneaking glances at Yu Ting. Seriously, the man had lost his pecs! Tomorrow, Cen Mian would have to make Yu Ting eat two whole buckets of rice! ② Fighting was a regular part of life for Yu Ting. But now he didn't dare do it anymore. Because Cen Mian would scold him. Actually, getting scolded by Cen Mian felt pretty good. The boy would glare at him with wide, round eyes, like a cat. Even when he tried to be fierce, he wasn't really scary. He was just as soft and sweet as his name. Cen Mian lowered his head to apply ointment to Yu Ting's hand. When he noticed Yu Ting staring at him, he looked up and met a pair of dark, brooding eyes. He'd seen that look plenty of times before, though usually in bed. Cen Mian was horrified. “Pervert! I'm not even an adult yet!” Yu Ting: “?” *Happy ending, no angst. Recommending a friend's lovely novel Come on, Husband, Have Some Ambition by Rong Que Yang Jun grew up in an orphanage. He was adopted three times, and returned every time because of his awful temper. When he went to his new home at five, he threw bowls, screamed, refused to listen, and threw tantrums. At six, he nearly burned down his new home playing with fire. At kindergarten, he shoved other children around and bullied them. At seven, he tore up a classmate's homework. Yang Jun was a bad kid. The third time he was returned to the orphanage, even his teacher didn't know what to do. With a sigh, she said he might grow up to become a blight on society. Yang Jun just huffed. Clutching a steamed bun he'd stolen from another child, he went back to the dormitory. In the middle of the night, he crawled into Zhao Zhengyan's bed, poked him in the back, and forcibly stuffed the bun into his mouth. Zhao Zhengyan was the oldest child at the orphanage. He was deaf, having lost his hearing later in life, and had autism. He was five years older than Yang Jun. Zhao Zhengyan slowly signed, “Why did you come back again? Was your new home no good?” Yang Jun glared at him and pinched his thigh hard. “You're useless! I go away for one day and you go hungry!” Zhao Zhengyan smiled honestly and held little Yang Jun's hand. “You came back on purpose.” Yang Jun hugged his knees. “I did not...” A child with a terrible temper and an older deaf boy who was difficult to place for adoption grew up together in the orphanage. When Zhao Zhengyan reached adulthood and left the orphanage, the first thing he did was find a job. The second thing he did was adopt Yang Jun. The day Zhao Zhengyan took him out of the orphanage, Yang Jun grinned like a flower and muttered, “I'm going to have a hard life with a poor loser like you!” Zhao Zhengyan smiled honestly, took out the money he'd earned the day before, and bought him candy. “Sorry to put you through this, little brother.” Zhao Zhengyan was a meek, honest man. Deaf and autistic, he thought that earning an honest wage was enough to support himself for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, he had a demanding little Yang Jun to raise. Yang Jun was vain, selfish, and malicious. He was destined to live well. So the honest man could only grit his teeth, then grit them again, leading him step by step through the gold rush in Northeast China until they found their footing and Yang Jun was well provided for. When Yang Jun grew up, he'd grumble that Zhao Zhengyan was useless and that he was always suffering alongside him. Zhao Zhengyan would look at the LV and Gucci Yang Jun wore and the Rolex on his wrist, then lower his head guiltily. “I couldn't find anything more expensive to buy you.” When Yang Jun was mistreated at work, he'd complain that all he got from being with Zhao Zhengyan was tears in his rice. After dealing with the people who'd upset him, Zhao Zhengyan would crouch beside him, covered in blood. “I'm sorry. What did they do to upset you?” Yang Jun: “They said I was after your money and that all I did behind your back was suck up to you! That's outrageous!” Zhao Zhengyan frowned. “That's right, Junjun. They're lying. I'm the one who sucks up to you every day. I'm the one who does it.” One day, Yang Jun started crying again for no apparent reason. Zhao Zhengyan asked what was wrong. Yang Jun said, “In novels, all those super-powerful bosses can go seven rounds in one night! You never do. Why are you so useless?” Zhao Zhengyan looked guilty and kissed his forehead. “Junjun, you passed out after the second round.” The gong is completely devoted to his wife. The shou is a classic drama queen: a grumbling husband paired with a demon king who protects him. They don't start dating until they're adults~ Theme: Love is always there