A Younger Husband Is Better

Cen Mian had never really liked his husband.

He'd 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 were rich second-generation kids from the same circles. After all, people needed similar backgrounds to get along.

But an error on his father's part caused the family business's cash flow to collapse. Just then, Yu Ting came to them and offered to fill the enormous funding gap.

His only condition was a marriage alliance with the Cen family.

More precisely, he wanted to marry Cen Mian.

Yu Ting was something of a legend in their circles. He had started from nothing, worked his way up, and become someone the old established families could barely hope to match.

Cen Mian had cried and protested. He didn't want to marry some nouveau riche upstart, but for his family, he finally gritted his teeth and agreed to the marriage alliance.

He didn't like Yu Ting at all.

The man was always quiet. He never said sweet nothings to make Cen Mian happy, and he didn't understand the wines and famous paintings Cen Mian talked about.

Cen Mian was furious. This marriage was a complete failure. He didn't have a husband who understood him at all.

Then, six months into their marriage, he woke up one day and unexpectedly transmigrated back to his senior year of high school.

If he warned his father about the company's crisis this time, could he avoid marrying Yu Ting?

Cen Mian prepared to live a new life, but for several days in a row, he kept dreaming about Yu Ting. Gritting his teeth, he thought that since they'd been husband and husband, Yu Ting was probably having a hard time now, too. He'd find him, give him some money, and then they'd be even.

But when he found Yu Ting, the man was fighting with someone in a cramped apartment in a tenement block.

His body reacted before he could think.

Cen Mian instinctively threw his schoolbag and shouted angrily, "How dare you hit my husband?!"

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Yu Ting couldn't make sense of this young master who'd suddenly attached himself to him. He kept putting him down, yet treated him well.

He called him a country bumpkin, but had someone bring him an extra meal every day.

Cen Mian calmly picked out the vegetables he didn't like and put them in Yu Ting's portion, then urged him, "Eat up. You have to finish all of this, or you won't have the strength to fight, and you'll lose."

As he spoke, he couldn't help sneaking glances at Yu Ting.

Honestly, he'd lost all his chest muscles!

Tomorrow, Cen Mian would have to make Yu Ting eat two buckets of rice!

*Sweet, devoted, happy ending

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Husband, could you please have a little ambition? by Rong Que

Yang Jun grew up in an orphanage. He was returned after every one of his three adoptions because of his terrible temperament. At five, he went to his new home, smashed bowls, screamed, refused to listen, and threw tantrums.

At six, he nearly burned the whole house down playing with fire, and bullied other children at kindergarten, shoving them around.

At seven, he tore up his classmates' homework.

Yang Jun was a bad kid. When he was returned to the orphanage for the third time, even his teacher didn't know what to do. The teacher sighed and said he might grow up to become a menace to society.

Yang Jun scoffed. Clutching a steamed bun he'd stolen from another kid, 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 in the orphanage. He was deaf, having lost his hearing later in life, and autistic. He was five years older than Yang Jun.

Zhao Zhengyan slowly signed, 'Why are you back again? Wasn't your new home nice?'

Yang Jun glared at him and pinched his thigh hard. 'You're useless! I leave 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. "No, I didn't..."

A bad-tempered child and an older deaf boy who was difficult to adopt grew up together in the orphanage.

When Zhao Zhengyan came of age 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 Yang Jun out of the orphanage, Yang Jun's face was wreathed in smiles. He muttered, "Now that I'm stuck with a poor guy like you, I'm in for a hard life!"

Zhao Zhengyan smiled honestly, took out the wages 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 as long as he earned an honest living, he could support himself for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, he had a demanding little Yang Jun to raise.

Yang Jun was vain, selfish, and spiteful. His personality was made for the good life.

So the honest man could only grit his teeth, then grit them again, and lead him step by step through the gold rush in Northeast China until they found their footing and Yang Jun was well cared for.

When he grew up, Yang Jun grumbled that Zhao Zhengyan had no ability and was always making him suffer.

Zhao Zhengyan looked at the LV and Gucci he was wearing and the Rolex on his wrist, then lowered his head guiltily. 'I couldn't find anything more expensive to buy for you.'

Yang Jun complained that he was mistreated at work and could only eat his tears with his rice when he was with Zhao Zhengyan.

After dealing with the people who'd upset him, Zhao Zhengyan crouched beside him, covered in blood. 'I'm sorry. What did they do to upset you?'

Yang Jun said, "They said I was keeping a sugar daddy and that all I do behind your back is suck up to you! What a ridiculous rumor!"

Zhao Zhengyan frowned. 'That's right, Junjun. They're talking nonsense. I'm the one who licks you every day. I'm the one who licks you.'

One day, Yang Jun started crying again for no reason.

Zhao Zhengyan asked what was wrong.

Yang Jun said, "In novels, all the really powerful bosses can go seven rounds in one night! You never can. Why are you so useless?"

Zhao Zhengyan looked remorseful and kissed his forehead. "Junjun, that's because you passed out after the second round."

The top is completely devoted to his wife. The bottom really is a classic spoiled brat. The wronged husband x the demon he protects.

They only get together after they come of age~

Theme: Love is always there.