After Being Doted on by My Dad's Mortal Enemy

The Si family was in debt, and Si Baoyu’s father had gone mad. Before he regained his senses, he repeatedly warned his son not to go to Zhao Pingjin.

Zhao Pingjin was his father’s sworn enemy, the most powerful and influential man among the wealthy elite of Wangjing. His only flaw was his frail health. They said he could not even perform in bed.

Si Baoyu was a pampered young master, beautiful as a hibiscus flower wet with dew. He had never suffered, much less begged anyone for help. But he had suffered hearing loss since childhood, and thought his father wanted him to ask Zhao Pingjin for help paying off their debts.

Before long, Si Baoyu was brought before Zhao Pingjin. He stared at the tall, intimidating man in front of him and burst into frightened tears.

But when he thought of how far his life had fallen and his father’s exorbitant medical bills, he still pressed himself softly against him.

Who knew the man would raise his hand and actually try to hit him!

Si Baoyu fainted on the spot.

Zhao Pingjin had just taken out a black card. The corner of his mouth twitched: “...”

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After moving into the Zhao family home, Si Baoyu cried every day. Who on earth had said he couldn’t perform?

Every night, he was nearly driven out of his mind. That was until his hearing aid fell out, while Zhao Pingjin still wasn’t satisfied.

When he happened to hear that Zhao Pingjin’s beloved was coming back to the country, Si Baoyu packed his bags in tears. Before he could even get out the villa’s front door, he was tossed over a shoulder and carried into the bedroom.

“Are you sure you want to give up everything you have now?”

Si Baoyu blinked his damp eyelashes.

He had to be coaxed to eat, needed someone to help him get dressed, and had to be carried whenever he went out... And that was without even mentioning his designer bags, luxury watches, and the car he replaced after every ride.

Si Baoyu sensibly curved his lips into a smile. “Honey, I was only teasing you~”

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Zhao Pingjin fell in love at first sight with his friend’s son, but the boy was still too young. At last, when he had waited long enough for him to walk right into the tiger’s den, the boy was terrified of him.

But it was all right. Fortunately, he had money.

One million for holding hands once, two million for a kiss, six million for going inside once... As for saving his father, he would do it until Zhao Pingjin was satisfied.

Sure enough, Si Baoyu came running over with a pillow.

He just hadn’t expected Si Baoyu’s father to recover from his madness, show up leaning on a cane, and declare that he was taking Si Baoyu away. And Si Baoyu actually agreed.

At night, long, pale fingers stroked the reddened hollow of his waist. Zhao Pingjin lifted his head and bit his earlobe, his dark eyes unreadable.

His gentle voice broke the silence, as if soothing the trembling body beneath him: “Leave? Where are you going?”

Strict daddy top x weepy, spoiled bottom

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👉“Diary of Raising a Cold-Faced, Ferocious Ghost”👈

Cover art thanks to @Chen Li

Reader's guide:

1. 21 x 38, sweet story, both characters inexperienced;

2. A very large age gap. Please think carefully before reading if you cannot accept that;

3. The bottom cries uncontrollably and is a weak bottom x strong top;

4. Both characters are adults when they fall in love (highlighted!)

Theme: Do not wait until the flowers are gone to break off a branch.