Amid the World's Bustle, I Come Only for Qinghan

(460,000 characters for just 380 Jinjiang Coins at half price, and an even better deal with a monthly subscription. Buying VIP chapters individually costs just 0.03 yuan per thousand characters. I recommend choosing a monthly subscription or the half-price deal, great value and sturdy as can be.) The blurb for this story is at the bottom. Please add my upcoming story, "Though I Do Not Go, Why Do You Not Send Word?" to your favorites, little angels! (It's set in a parallel world to this story, "The World Bustles, Yet I Come Only for Qinghan," and is a sweet, doting extra about Liurong chasing his husband.) [Flirty, shameless top x sweet, adorable bottom] "I'm not exaggerating. Even Young Master Shen's every strand of hair grows according to your preferences, Lord Hou." Living a life of wine, women, and carefree indulgence, and relying on his peerless martial arts and his band of good-for-nothing brothers, Ying Siyin did as he pleased in the martial world, running wild and throwing his weight around. He heard that the old master of the Shen family had fathered a son late in life, a boy as beautiful as a celestial maiden, but Ying Siyin simply refused to believe it. "What kind of treasure could an old geezer possibly raise?" "An absolute treasure, that's what. The brothers have been itching to tear down the Shen family's wall and peek in these past few days. The Lantern Festival is today, and I hear the young master will be out too. Why don't we go have a look?" Since he had nothing better to do, he might as well head out with the pack of shameless rascals he'd gathered around him and go whistle at people. He stood on the roof, waving his fan, while a bustling crowd filled the street below. "Young Master Shen! Young Master Shen! Young Master Shen! Woooooo..." The men from Jibei often started such chants in unison, teasing respectable young men in the street. Ying Siyin never stopped them, letting them do as they pleased. After all, the branches were crooked because the trunk was crooked. He'd never taken it seriously. Who could have known that someone down below would actually stop at the sound? Shen Qinghan looked back, and Ying Siyin was struck as if by lightning. He could only sigh to himself: Those strands of hair really are damn beautiful! That day, Lord Xiaowen did the most humiliating thing of his life: he slipped and fell from the fourth floor, crashing into a whole row of apple stalls. That day, the young man carrying a lantern home wore a plain blue robe, his black hair held by a jade crown. When he looked back, he was so beautiful he seemed to glow. "You haven't married yet, young master. How about I arrange a marriage for you?" "N-no, thank you." "Shall we set a date?" "Um, I said no, thank you." "No to what?" "No..." With a slight smile and a raised brow, Ying Siyin reached out and covered the young man's mouth. "I heard you. I love you too." Blurb for "The World Bustles, Yet I Come Only for Qinghan": [Gentle, cunning top x cool, haughty bottom] Ying Siyin had spent six years cooped up in the Jibei Marquis's residence. The moment he finally stepped outside, he lost his heart to a young man sixteen years his junior. He'd thought his wolfish heart was as solid as a rock, and that no one in the world could ever sway him. But Shen Qinghan only had to crook a finger, and Ying Siyin would gladly bare his heart and soul, humble himself, and follow him around, waiting on him hand and foot. They were supposed to be having a sweet romance, so how did it turn into a blood feud? Forget it, forget it. This was the man he'd set his heart on. If Shen Qinghan wanted to kill him or cut him to pieces, so be it. Ying Siyin was a hopeless romantic, unable to think of anything else. He could only hold on to this truth: "One meeting in the golden wind and sweet dew surpasses countless encounters in the human world." Theme: