The Overbearing CEO Needs Me to Lull Him to Sleep Every Night

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[Sweet, soft, adorable beauty bottom × refined, villainous, gentle CEO top]

Shen Heqiu fell from the top of the music world after just one national concert tour.

He lost his voice onstage in front of everyone during a concert, and afterward he suddenly became unable to sing or compose music. At most, he dared to sing to himself in secret when he was alone at night.

His agency completely gave up on Shen Heqiu, who could neither sing nor write music. He was forced to sign a contract with Yi Sheng, the ruthless head of the Yi family, and move into the Yi family's mansion.

On his first night there, Shen Heqiu, dressed in an oversized white shirt, timidly and cluelessly entered Yi Sheng's bedroom.

But Mr. Yi, the man he'd signed the contract with, only said, “I just want to hear you sing.”

Yi Sheng suffered from severe insomnia. He'd seen countless doctors, but nothing had helped.

Until he brought home a timid little nightingale through their contract.

He could only get a good night's sleep after hearing the little nightingale sing with his own ears.

So even though Shen Heqiu could no longer sing naturally in front of others, Yi Sheng could wait for him to sing without fear or restraint.

But as he waited...

Yi Sheng realized that more than Shen Heqiu's singing, it was Shen Heqiu himself whom he liked and needed.

“Do I... not have to sing today?” Shen Heqiu timidly tugged at the hem of his clothes.

“Mm, you don't.”

Yi Sheng's eyes darkened. He pinched Shen Heqiu's flushed earlobe and chuckled softly. “Tonight, we're not sleeping, and we're not listening to songs.”

[Content Warnings]

1. There won't be much showbiz content in the first half. There'll be a little more once the bottom gradually gets over his emotional hurdles, but overall there won't be much.

2. [Important] The bottom has depression and other mental health issues. He's very soft-hearted and cries easily. He can't sing because of psychological trauma, but he'll be able to sing again after the top helps him heal. Jiujiu only sings secretly by himself at night, so he's a little nightingale.

3. This is a story about two people healing each other. Both the top and bottom have their issues.

4. Sweet, sweet, sweet! One-on-one, happy ending. Logic is eight hundred meters away. If you argue with me, you're right. Thanks.

5. Inspired by Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale The Nightingale.

Let me recommend my upcoming story, Everyone in the Galaxy Dotes on Me~

[Spoiled, chubby little bird bottom × Marshal top who dotes on his bird like crazy]

In the interstellar age, species have been reshuffled. After evolving, many species from ancient Earth have become less attractive and grown in size.

Humans, who still hold their dominant position, are devoted to finding new, tiny and adorable species to cure the genetic disease left by the age of war: mental power exhaustion syndrome. But their efforts have never been very successful.

Until one day...

People saw the Imperial Marshal, who had disappeared after being ambushed, return safe and sound with a snow-white little bird perched on his head.

Seeing the camera point its way, the fluffy little bird, as white as a snowball, gave its soft little wings a shake, stood tall and proud, and chirped in a tiny voice: “Tweet.”

The Galactic Web exploded.

Recently, the subordinates of all the bigwigs have been deeply troubled.

It's simple: their bosses have all become hopelessly obsessed with cuddling little birds.

The Emperor, who used to be diligent about government affairs, has learned to goof off and tease the bird at weekly meetings.

The business tycoon who controls the economy is obsessed with spending money on jewels to make the bird happy.

The notorious space pirate leader keeps returning to his old home in the Empire, scheming to steal the bird hostage away from the overly serious Marshal.

And the source of all this trouble is that chubby little bird who sleeps spread-eagled on the Marshal's head every day!

The subordinates watch the white little bird, all sleepy and dazed, chirp at them with its head tilted. Their eyes are full of envy and jealousy.

They want to cuddle a little bird too, QwQ.

But the Marshal's gaze is terrifying. If they really tried to reach out and pet it, they feel like they'd get killed.

Note: The bottom looks like a silver-throated long-tailed tit. It's ridiculously cute.

Contract Marriage

Jiang Mian had just turned twenty-two when his family pushed him forward to marry Gu Hanshan, the Gu family's eldest son, who supposedly wasn't favored, in place of his older sister. The two were to enter into a contract marriage.

Jiang Mian couldn't say he liked the arrangement, but he couldn't say he disliked it either.

After spending too long in the Jiang family, he'd lost all awareness of his own emotions and developed emotional numbness.

Although Gu Hanshan agreed to the contract marriage with the Jiang family, he didn't take it seriously.

That is, until he met his future spouse for the first time.

Jiang Mian sat quietly. His skin was an unhealthy pale, his chin pointed, and he was both thin and beautiful.

His amber eyes held almost no emotion, cold as snow.

He was like a white rose.

Someone Gu Hanshan couldn't help wanting to tease a little.

Jiang Mian had always believed that there were no feelings involved in his marriage to Gu Hanshan.

Gu Hanshan had also said that when the time was right, they'd divorce amicably and go their separate ways.

He waited a long time, from their engagement to their wedding, then their wedding night, and even their honeymoon...

But Gu Hanshan never brought it up again.

Jiang Mian frowned. “When exactly are you going to divorce me?”

Hearing this, Gu Hanshan put down his work and walked over, feigning surprise. “When did I say I was going to divorce you?”

He pretended to be hurt. “Did I make you uncomfortable last night? Then today I...”

Jiang Mian's ears turned red. He covered Gu Hanshan's mouth. “Don't say it!”

Gu Hanshan obediently fell silent, smiling at Jiang Mian with crinkled eyes as he watched his handsome face flush red.

His little rose had finally learned to feel joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

All his patient, hands-on teaching had paid off.

As for divorce...

Not in this lifetime, or the next.

Theme: No matter how difficult things get, always hold on to hope and grow toward the sun.