After My Frail Widower Act Backfired

[Next up: Please add my upcoming novel, My Spoiled Sweetheart Wants a Divorce Today Too, to your reading list!] Wen Zhi’s parents had him later in life. After raising him for a few years, they couldn’t wait to leave him in the care of their older son, who had just started summer break. The two of them went off on their honeymoon, carefree, leaving Wen Zhi and the little boy he barely knew staring at each other. Wen Zhi was thoroughly unwilling. He was a college student in the prime of his youth. Why should he have to suffer the hardships of being a single dad? What he hated most was taking his little brother to all kinds of extracurricular classes under the blazing sun. Then one day, Wen Zhi passed a newly opened swimming pool. A young coach emerged from the water, droplets sliding from his sharp jawline and rolling over his firm abs. Wen Zhi stared for a long time. When he got home, he smiled and coaxed the little boy. “Tell me, you want to learn how to swim, right?” * After Song Juelan finished his college entrance exams, a friend asked him to help out at the swimming pool his family owned. One day, a handsome young man appeared at the entrance, holding the hand of a child who barely came up to his thigh. His face was almost too beautiful, but his eyes held a faint weariness, and his lips were pale, making it easy to feel protective of him. The young man looked around uncertainly before finally turning to him. “Excuse me... Are you still accepting students?” Song Juelan took an enrollment form from the front desk and asked the young man to fill in the child’s parents’ information. The young man lowered his long, thick lashes sadly. “Can I just put down my own?” Song Juelan curled the fingers hanging at his side, feeling a trace of sympathy for this young man who had lost his partner. Later, in the cramped staff break room, the bed was a mess. Song Juelan lowered his head and kissed the reddened corner of Wen Zhi’s eye. He propped himself up and gazed into Wen Zhi’s glistening eyes, making a solemn promise: “I’ll take responsibility for you. From now on, Xiao Tang will be my child too.” What Song Juelan hadn’t expected was this: The next day, Wen Zhi vanished without a trace, leaving him only a letter. It said he was going to find the child’s father. Song Juelan crushed the letter in his fist. * Wen Zhi realized he’d taken things too far, but before he could make it right, the new semester began. He could only leave a letter in a hurry. One day, his roommate dragged him to a mixer with first-year students. The moment Wen Zhi pushed open the door to the private room at the bar, he regretted coming. Song Juelan sat among the others, coolly glancing up at him as if he didn’t recognize him. When everyone else was drunk, Wen Zhi was cornered in the restroom. Song Juelan rubbed his lips with his thumb and asked coldly, “Did you find the child’s dad?” = A puppy-like top who’s inexperienced, easy to fool, and devoted to his wife x a shameless, flirtatious bottom who loves putting on an act ◇ One-on-one, happy ending, sweet romance ◇ Male pregnancy exists in this setting, but the leads won’t have children = Coming soon: The Pretty Boy Rejects Forced Love When Shu Li woke up, he discovered he had lost his memory. Before him was a lavish room, a wide and soft wedding bed, and the neighbor boy he’d had a crush on for years. Shu Li blinked, dazed by the sudden rush of happiness. He was married to his dream man?! Thinking about the sweet married life he’d share with his dream man, Shu Li pulled the blanket over his head and couldn’t help giggling. * Jin Lijun was a promising young business magnate, with sharp brows, bright eyes, and not a single imperfection. For more than twenty years, he had always been proper and restrained. The only outrageous thing he’d ever done was lock up the young master of the Shu family, whom he’d watched grow up. A necktie had left red marks on the young master’s pale, delicate wrists. Jin Lijun’s iron grip held his slender waist, and no matter how Shu Li struggled, he couldn’t escape the big bed. After that, whenever Shu Li saw him, he cried until he was utterly spent, cowering in the corner of the bed, afraid to go near him. One day, Shu Li fell on the stairs at home and hit his head. Jin Lijun kept watch by his bed all night. The next morning, the person in bed finally opened his eyes. Those clear, shining eyes widened as he looked at Jin Lijun with the curiosity of a newborn fawn. A moment later, he pulled the blanket over his head, as if he were crying. Jin Lijun calmly tucked the blanket around him, as he always did. He was just about to get up and pour some water when Shu Li caught his finger. The young man poked his head out from under the blanket, rested his soft cheek against Jin Lijun’s knuckles, and smiled for the first time. “Big brother...” * After the young master of the Shu family went missing, many people waited to see the family made a laughingstock. They’d spent years relying on their old connection with Jin Lijun, dreaming of marrying their son off to him and riding his coattails to success. Now they’d even lost their son. A year later, word got out that the Shu family was throwing a party for Shu Li’s twentieth birthday, and everyone started talking. No one had expected the young master to be found. At the birthday party, everyone was stunned to see Jin Lijun, who never attended any kind of banquet, standing beside Shu Li. Usually stern and taciturn, Jin Lijun stayed by Shu Li’s side without moving an inch, their fingers interlocked. The young master pouted. “You’re holding my hand too tight!” Jin Lijun lowered his deep-set eyes and indulgently rubbed Shu Li’s slender, pale fingers, but still didn’t let go. = Shu Li realized his lover had a terrible habit in bed. His first move wasn’t to kiss him. It was to pull out a necktie and try to bind his hands. Shu Li angrily tapped Jin Lijun on the head and refused to let him tie him up. The sharp-featured man pressed his lips together. “If I don’t, you’ll run away.” Shu Li solemnly promised he wouldn’t run. Later, his fingers trembled so badly he couldn’t grip the sheets. With the corners of his eyes flushed red, he fled to the corner of the bed without a second thought. A large hand clamped around his ankle and dragged him back beneath him. Jin Lijun’s thin lips brushed his earlobe, his voice low and hoarse. “You said you wouldn’t run.” Theme: Cherish the present.