Secretly in Love With My Straight Childhood Friend

When Ming Yu was six, his mother remarried Qin Yan’s father. Before they went in, his mother wiped away her tears and told Ming Yu, “Be good, sweetheart. We’re taking their money to pay for your treatment, so we have to get along with them.” But Qin Yan doted on him whenever anyone was watching. As soon as they were alone, he would throw Ming Yu’s toys out the second-floor window and into the pond, full of malice. “You’re as cheap as your mother.” Ming Yu didn’t understand back then. He only knew how to smile ingratiatingly. When he grew up, he decided Qin Yan had been right. He was cheap. His mother had taken Qin Yan’s mother’s place. Qin Yan hated him so much. And yet Ming Yu had still fallen hopelessly in love with him. Qin Yan. Qin Yan. Qin Yan. From anxious bewilderment to the first stirrings of love, tracing Qin Yan’s name on his palm became Ming Yu’s way of calming himself down. Then his diary was posted on the school bulletin board. His world fell apart. His mother slapped him with trembling hands, then broke down in tears herself. Ming Yu murmured, “How about I go abroad for treatment?” Seven years, without a word. * When Qin Yan was seven, he got a sickly little brother. The kid was stupid and timid, and whenever someone bullied him, all he did was smile. He was always trying to win Qin Yan over with some shabby, low-class trinket. Qin Yan never accepted anything offered as a deliberate slight. Others followed suit, until he saw Ming Yu shoved to the ground, unable even to get back up. Qin Yan was furious. He was the only one allowed to bully his little brother. Later, Qin Yan discovered that the sickly kid really was made of tissue paper. He’d get a fever if he wore one sock too few, have an allergic reaction after one extra glass of juice, and even a gust of wind could chafe his face raw. Qin Yan frowned. “Tsk.” So the young toughs of Shengjing watched as the rebellious troublemaker became Ming Yu’s overprotective nanny, managing everything from his food and clothes to his friends. He kept it up for ten years. * Qin Yan hated gay people, but Ming Yu was the exception. In high school, when a boy who’d confessed to Ming Yu touched his hand, Qin Yan kicked him straight into the ICU. His possessiveness toward Ming Yu was terrifying. He wasn’t stupid. He was just collecting a little interest until Ming Yu grew up, so he could take him abroad and get married. Ming Yu could resist all he wanted, but Qin Yan was the only one who helped his wife put on socks when he was little! But someone got in his way, and that someone was his own father. Qin Yan was so angry he almost laughed. Qin Yan: “You marry his mother, and I’ll marry her son. We’ll be even closer family. What could be better?” That night, Qin Jingxuan snapped his belt and shipped Qin Yan off to the army. * Seven years later, they met again. Ming Yu had grown even more radiant and pure as jade, and had even brought back a blond, blue-eyed fiancée. Qin Yan was no longer the hotheaded kid who cursed him as a cheap slut the moment they met. He exchanged a friendly cheek-kiss with his future sister-in-law, then grabbed Ming Yu’s face in front of everyone and gave him one solid kiss. This should be a bittersweet romance with a happy ending. They’re not on the same household registration. Ming Yu’s mother isn’t the third... Theme: .