The Spoiled Young Master Goes to the Countryside

A spoiled, pampered young master on the bottom x a handsome, hardworking man on top After an unexpected incident, the once high-born young Lord Lu was sent off to the countryside to farm. The fields were barren, the house was a mess, and there were mosquitoes everywhere. Lu Bingyun was used to fine clothes and rich food. His skin was delicate, and he couldn't bear the slightest hardship. Before long, he set his sights on the famous man in the village: specifically, his labor. Lou Xinghuan was notorious for being a bad omen for miles around. He was solitary and had a scar on his face. People said that even getting close to him would bring misfortune. They believed that anyone who crossed paths with him would end up isolated, poor, and miserable, so everyone kept their distance. But when a young master moved into the village, everything seemed to change. The young master ordered the bad omen around. Villagers: Careful, or he'll beat you up. After finishing Lu Bingyun's farm work, Lou Xinghuan even brought him tea and water, then rubbed his shoulders and back. The young master told the bad omen to wash his feet. Villagers: Are you trying to lose your legs? Lou Xinghuan dutifully went to fetch water, a smile still on his face. The young master and the bad omen shared a room. Villagers: You'll bring bad luck! The next day, all the rice seedlings planted in the village had died. Only the fields belonging to Young Master Lu flourished. Lu Bingyun: Oh, my father said if I don't farm properly, I'll have to go home and inherit the family fortune. One night, in the melon patch. Lou Xinghuan let him go, his voice low and his breathing slightly ragged. "From now on, I'll do your chores for you, and I'll give you all my money." Not only had Young Master Lu landed himself a farmhand, he'd also won the man's entire fortune. He remained perfectly composed. "Fine." Lou Xinghuan lowered his head, wanting to kiss him again. Lu Bingyun blocked him. His lips were a deep red, and his features were almost absurdly beautiful. "First, go catch that melon-stealing badger." The villagers spying on them: ? Please check out my upcoming story: "Top-Tier Pheromones" Everyone in the cultivation world knew that the young demon lord Song Lizhi was young and beautiful, born with an intoxicating fragrance. A single whiff could cleanse the meridians and marrow; a second could open every channel in the body; and a third could make one ascend to immortality. It was even more effective than dual cultivation! Countless people wanted to get close enough to him for a sniff, but the young lord's cultivation was unrivaled, and no one could get near him. The fragrance he gave off had always been a source of trouble for Song Lizhi. As a succubus, if he couldn't control his scent, it meant he was basically a walking aphrodisiac. Then, during a tribulation, he ended up as a country bumpkin from the slums. This planet had every kind of plant, but none of them had a scent. So the pheromones Song Lizhi had always disliked drove the entire planet wild. Everyone in the interstellar empire knew that their alpha marshal's pheromones were just like him: unique, cold enough to keep people at a distance, and overwhelmingly dominant. One day, the marshal's adjutant noticed that the marshal had been in a much better mood lately, and that a soft, sweet fragrance seemed to mingle with his pheromones. The next day, the people of the empire discovered that the young man who had defeated the marshal in the mecha championship was an omega, and also the marshal's fiance?! And his pheromones smelled like flowers from ancient legends??! Theme: Hard work brings prosperity