I Stole the Cabbage My Enemy Raised

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Blurb:

Lin Mo is the youngest son of the prestigious Lin family, an old-established clan. He learned traditional opera from a young age, and is as beautiful as a flower, with a gentle, warm nature. He is every bit the refined gentleman.

Unfortunately, after he came of age, his family went bankrupt. He took over a private teahouse that had nearly been auctioned off, only to run into Wen Chen, a bastard of a CEO. He wears an elegant, refined exterior, but inside he's a merciless devil who devours people to the bone and kills even Buddhas in his way.

This devil spins his web thread by thread, waiting for his prey to walk right into it.

Wen Chen once said that more than anything, he wanted to strip away Lin Mo's cool, gentle facade and watch him sob beneath him, the corners of his eyes red.

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Everyone in their circle knows that those who opposed Wen Chen back in the day never met a good end. But few people, Lin Mo included, know that Lin Chou, head of the Lin family, had also secretly targeted him relentlessly all those years ago.

When Wen Chen approached Lin Mo,

Those in the know said, "Wen Chen definitely has bad intentions. He's bent on revenge. He'll lure Lin Mo in, then dump him. After all, if Lin Chou found out that Wen Chen had taken his prized grandson and thoroughly had his way with him, he'd be so furious he'd jump right out of his coffin!"

But when Lin Mo learned the truth, Wen Chen, notorious for his ruthless methods, started acting shamelessly. "If you leave, I don't mind kissing you in front of everyone."

A gentle, refined beauty uke x a well-mannered scoundrel finance heir seme

A story about an old fox tempting someone else's wholesome little cabbage.

The story is set around ten years ago.

P.S. I'm an amateur writer with no credentials, so please don't scrutinize the writing or the values.

Completed work: My Archenemy Called Me His Wife After Losing His Memory

Next novel: Pure? I'm Just Pretending.

[Pretty, sweet, and naive temptress uke x scheming, doting, sadistic seme]

The two people at Jiang University least likely to have worldly desires.

One is the Chinese department's campus heartthrob, Qiao Anche.

The other is Jiang University's campus heartthrob, He Jiang.

The former looks so pure and innocent that he seems to have a halo around him. Standing there, he's like a little priest holding a Bible in a church.

The latter is infamous for his sour expression and cold, distant manner. He's as cold as a lump of iron frozen in a glacier for ten thousand years.

By chance, the two become roommates.

At their first apartment viewing, Qiao Anche sits on the sofa with a well-behaved smile, looking rather tense, while sneaking glances at the campus heartthrob's hands.

So thick, so big. I want him to touch me so badly...

Meanwhile, He Jiang calmly brings over a glass of coconut water and sets it in front of Qiao Anche. Looking at that rosy little face, he thinks: Cute. I want to fuck him until he cries.

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Qiao Anche has long heard that He Jiang detests gay people, so he keeps reminding himself not to make a move on the campus heartthrob.

When the campus heartthrob bites into the popsicle Qiao Anche has already eaten:

Qiao Anche: We're just friends. Sharing is normal.

When the campus heartthrob kisses him in front of other people:

Qiao Anche: The campus heartthrob was only helping me get rid of someone who was bothering me.

When the campus heartthrob gets rough and leaves him unable to get out of bed:

The campus heartthrob was just, just

The little dummy clutches his aching waist and looks at the tall, imposing man before him, asking from the depths of his soul, "Y-you're not straight?"

Theme: Protecting traditional culture