Dear Mr. Socially Anxious

Shen Ruhe has a secret: he's extremely, extremely socially anxious.

His family is rich, but he's still terrified of speaking and socializing, and most of all, of awkward silences.

His lifelong wish is: If only there were a day when humans no longer needed language to communicate.

So the rumors say: The head of the Shen family is an untouchable beauty, a little dragon girl from the mortal realm.

Everyone is so respectful and intimidated in Mr. Shen's presence that they hardly dare make a sound.

But Mr. Shen longs for someone to talk to him, so he sneaks off to a bar to hire a male escort.

He sits there for ages without seeing anyone he likes. Finally, he turns around and bumps into someone.

He gazes up at the tall man before him, dazzled by his beautiful eyes.

More importantly, the man looks just like someone from his memories.

So, for the first time in his life, the socially anxious Mr. Shen gathers his courage and asks, "Excuse me... how much do you charge?"

The man looks at Mr. Shen, glances at the trembling manager, then takes a rose between his fingers and elegantly tucks it into Mr. Shen's breast pocket. With a dashing smile, he says:

"I'm very expensive, sir."

"But for you, I can give you twenty percent off."

*

Mr. Shen originally just wanted to find a stand-in and admire him like a work of art.

He never expected the stand-in to be so enthusiastic and professional, eagerly going along with everything.

"Sir, which position do you prefer?"

"Sir, this mattress is quite nice."

"Sir, would you like to try some role-play with uniforms?"

The socially anxious Mr. Shen really couldn't bring himself to refuse.

"Th-then I'll leave it to you."

After the stand-in had thoroughly ravished him, Mr. Shen lay in bed, rubbing his sore backside. The other man smiled and said, "My pleasure. I'm happy to be of service, sir."

Mr. Shen had thought he could just leave things at that, but then the stand-in discovered his secret.

The stand-in dropped the act, revealed himself as a powerful business magnate, and cornered Mr. Shen against a wall, his face dark as he waved the diary in his hand.

"Tell me, who is this gorgeous, wicked homewrecker you're so obsessed with?"

Mr. Shen couldn't argue. He just bit the blanket and whimpered.

The CEO stand-in wasn't satisfied. He decided to bed Mr. Shen until he'd forgotten that gorgeous, wicked homewrecker and could think of no one but him.

Then one day, he found the last page of the diary: Damn it, the gorgeous, wicked homewrecker was me all along.

Theme: Everyone who's socially anxious was a wing-clipped angel in their past life.