Stray kitten x twisted, scheming mixed-race young noble
A story about raising a kitten: a stray cat who doesn't let anyone pet it becomes an affectionate little cat
Blurb One:
Qiao Xining was well-behaved, but the older brother he loved still drove him and his mother out of the house.
His refined, mixed-race older brother came from an old-money family. In his eyes, Qiao Xining and his mother were just gold diggers trying to climb into high society.
Qiao Xining was sensible. After being reunited with his biological family, he donated an organ without hesitation when his father became seriously ill.
The Qiao family didn't thank him. They dropped the pretense and kicked out this illegitimate son who would take a share of the family fortune.
Qiao Xining was reborn.
He would make sure no one else had an easy time of it.
He wreaked havoc in the Qiao household, scraped together enough money to study abroad, then flew to New York to find his dear older brother:
Henry Su Wentworth, Su Hengchu.
Qiao Xining climbed into Su Hengchu's bed, took nude photos to blackmail him, and forced his brother to let him move in.
Then he went completely wild.
For Su Hengchu's birthday, Qiao Xining wanted to dress as a maid.
He sat on Su Hengchu's lap and pouted. "How am I supposed to throw you a costume party without any props?"
He demanded a manor.
He claimed Su Hengchu's office chair and complained about the Miami trip his classmates had planned. In a spoiled voice, he said, "I refuse to be crammed into economy class. I don't want to suffer. I want a private jet."
Su Hengchu indulged him, too.
No matter how much trouble he caused, Su Hengchu spoiled him and treated him unbelievably well.
He bought the entire new Cartier collection without a second thought and gave him an Upper East Side apartment just like that.
He would even kneel to roll up Qiao Xining's trouser cuffs, let him warm his feet on his stomach, and, after being slapped, turn around to check whether Qiao Xining's fingers had gone red.
Qiao Xining finally thought it through. Su Hengchu didn't want to share his inheritance, which was only human nature. He decided they should let each other go. "Big Brother, I'm sorry. I'll move out as soon as I can."
Su Hengchu's refined, cold expression was just as it had always been, but his aquamarine eyes had turned frighteningly dark.
"Leaving?" He locked the door behind him. "Too late."
His tall figure pressed in with overwhelming force. Driven into a corner, Qiao Xining bristled in fear, only to hear Su Hengchu coax him, "Why stop now? I have paintings hidden away, too. What about the inheritance? Don't you want it, Ningning?"
Su Hengchu gripped Qiao Xining by the arm and pinned him against the wall. His icy fingertips pressed into the hollow of Qiao Xining's throat, rubbing the red birthmark there as he murmured into his ear, "I've always known what you wanted to do. Do you know what your brother wants to do?"
Su Hengchu had known for a long time that there was something twisted about him. He felt no shame about falling in love with someone who would become his little brother.
After Qiao Xining left him, Su Hengchu got a tattoo at the hollow of his throat.
It was called a tattoo, though no one could ever tell.
It was just a tiny red dot. Even up close, it looked like nothing more than a red mole.
Blurb Two:
Qiao Xining had a touch aversion. If anyone touched his skin, he would immediately panic. One day, he discovered that he could hold Su Hengchu's hand, and a clever little idea popped into his head.
He was brilliant. He easily tricked Su Hengchu into helping him with his treatment.
He held Su Hengchu by the wrist, grabbed his forearm, jumped up to wrap his arms around his neck, and let Su Hengchu lift him onto the edge of a desk.
Qiao Xining did a great job practicing initiating contact, but Su Hengchu never did the exercises for receiving contact.
Qiao Xining blocked his brother's path. "The wind in New York has frozen me. My face is all cold." He tilted his face up, his eyes sparkling.
When asked what he wanted for Christmas, Qiao Xining blurted out, "I want you to touch me."
"You'll be scared." Su Hengchu neither agreed nor refused. He only stated the fact. "Last time, you covered my eyes."
Qiao Xining knelt up and blindfolded Su Hengchu with a tie, knotting it behind his head.
The tie was stiff and snug, and it wouldn't slip. It completely blocked Su Hengchu's vision, and Su Hengchu completely dropped his act.
He leaned over without restraint. "Where do you want me to touch you?"
Chapter 0
Qiao Xining ran for his life in a panic and was hit by a dump truck. When he opened his eyes, he had ended up a year in the future.
A whole year had passed. Today was the anniversary of his death, but surely no one remembered him anymore.
As an illegitimate son no one wanted, the Qiao family would have been glad to see him dead. His mother had one boyfriend after another while she was alive, and his maternal grandfather had cut ties with her. Qiao Xining had been without maternal relatives since he was little.
No one would come to pay their respects. Qiao Xining even thought no one had bothered to claim his body.
And yet, there was a gravestone for him in the cemetery.
Beneath the night sky, amid wind and rain, a tall figure stood before the stone.
High brows, deep-set eyes, a calm and indifferent gaze. Ten years had passed, yet he was as refined as ever.
Henry Su Wentworth
Su Hengchu
Qiao Xining's first adoptive older brother.
Qiao Xining's eyes reddened as he held back his tears.
What a sly old wolf!
Why pretend to be a good person now?
If Su Hengchu hadn't driven him and his mother out of the house back then, how could the Qiao family have tricked him into coming back, only to bully him relentlessly?
Qiao Xining had learned to be strong long ago, but seeing Su Hengchu made him feel so wronged that tears fell one by one.
His older brother had once cared for him so much, but drove him away for the sake of the family fortune.
Qiao Xining couldn't escape the pain of being abandoned, while Henry Su lived a happy life surrounded by wealth.
He wanted to hear Su Hengchu confess his remorse. As he drew closer, the torrential rain blurred the world around them. Qiao Xining missed a step, and when he opened his eyes again, he had somehow been reborn back to the day the Qiao family took him in.
This time, he would be the one with a vast fortune, and Su Hengchu would be the one to suffer for the rest of his life!
Content warnings:
1. The bottom is very emotionally dependent on the top, and acts very childish and immature around him.
2. The top has been alone for years, so it's hard for him not to be twisted. He really isn't normal.
3. Our baby bottom had a miserable life in his previous life. After being reborn, all he gets is affection. The story starts one year after his rebirth, so I guess it's a sweet story?
Theme: Love needs to be spoken aloud.
