The Silly Dog I Took In Is a Wealthy Heir with Amnesia

The once-wealthy young master Jiang Sheng, now bankrupt, picked up a silly dog. The kind with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, clingy and considerate, hardworking in and out of bed, and useful in every way except for having a brain that works properly. A human-shaped dog. Jiang Sheng knew he had a terrible temper, was a neat freak, was difficult to deal with, and carried a mountain of debt. Yet the puppy he’d picked up gazed at him with bright, dark eyes that reflected nothing but Jiang Sheng. Even when Jiang Sheng pretended to be fierce, kicked him, and told him to get lost, the dog still followed close behind. A fool was a fool, Jiang Sheng thought as the guy nibbled at his neck. He could afford to keep him once he paid off his debts. - Who could have guessed the silly dog would wake up one day and become the head of the rival company that had caused the Jiang family’s bankruptcy? When someone asked about their relationship to their faces, the man in his suit replied coolly: “We’re not close.” Jiang Sheng sneered. They’d done everything there was to do, and now he was pretending they weren’t close? Fine. Jiang Sheng wanted to break up, too. But when the day came for him to really leave, that man grabbed him fiercely by the wrist. The man rumored to be so powerful and cold that he had no heart dropped to one knee in front of him. Emotions on the verge of breaking apart churned in his ink-black eyes. He pressed his cheek against Jiang Sheng’s palm and spoke in a hoarse voice, so aggrieved he seemed about to shatter: “You’re leaving?” “...You don’t want your puppy anymore?” * Qin Ke had prepared a pair of handcuffs in advance. He thought that if Jiang Sheng said he still wanted him, he would obediently cuff himself and let Jiang Sheng lead him away. Even if Jiang Sheng’s next order was to jump off the roof. If Jiang Sheng said he didn’t want him anymore... He would use the handcuffs to keep Jiang Sheng locked by his side forever and ever, day and night. He would draw the antidote called love from Jiang Sheng, whether it was a lie or not. [Bonus Scene] After an argument, Qin Ke decided to give Jiang Sheng the silent treatment. Jiang Sheng sneered. “Fine.” Five minutes later, Qin Ke said, “Um...” Jiang Sheng: “You can’t talk during the silent treatment.” Ten minutes later, Qin Ke reached out and quietly slid his hand toward Jiang Sheng’s waist. Jiang Sheng: “You can’t touch me, either.” Fifteen minutes later, Qin Ke watched as Jiang Sheng replied to a message from a young star who had winked at him on the red carpet. Qin Ke: “!!!” He pounced on Jiang Sheng, aggrieved and frustrated. “I don’t want to give you the silent treatment anymore...” Maybe a passionate fight was the way to solve this. After a thorough mess, Jiang Sheng calmly changed the young star’s contact name on his phone back to his own agent’s. Stupid dog. 1. Tsundere queen bottom x green-tea, jealous puppy top. One-on-one, both virgins, happy ending. A story about a proud cat picking up a stray dog, only to get tangled up with a vicious hound. 2. The bottom has a bad temper and swears. The top really does have a dog’s personality. But neither of them is particularly well-adjusted at heart. Healthy relationships are lovely, but there’s something fascinating about two warped personalities getting together. 3. How did we get to point three already? Since you’ve read this far, please add it to your collection. I’m begging you. Coming Soon: Mute Big Brother [Both Reborn] Fang Zhiyi had hated the mute boy his family took in ever since he was little. The mute couldn’t speak, but everyone cared about him. He took Fang Zhiyi’s snacks and his parents’ affection, and Fang Zhiyi was even expected to call him “Big Brother.” Who wanted such an annoying big brother! That was what Fang Zhiyi had always thought, until the mute boy stepped in front of him and took a dagger through the heart. Reborn, Fang Zhiyi was six years old. That year, the mute boy had just come to live with his family. The other kids ostracized him, and he was covered in mud. Like a chick with its feathers all puffed up, Fang Zhiyi pulled the mute boy behind him for the first time. “Who dares bully my brother!” That night, Fang Zhiyi, covered in red medicine and gritting his teeth through the pain, secretly vowed that this time, he would never let his mute big brother die at seventeen again! - Everyone knew that Fang Zhiyi and his mute big brother had been the closest pair in the world since childhood. They went to and from school together, ate and slept together, and Fang Zhiyi would bristle if anyone said a single bad word about his brother. Fang Zhiyi thought he and his brother would always be this close, until he saw his brother at university with someone’s arm wrapped intimately around his. The man was obviously into men, too. Fang Zhiyi’s rebellious phase had finally arrived. He wanted to drink. He wanted to be bad. He went to a tattoo shop and asked for a blue dragon on his left arm and a white tiger on his right, but his mute brother searched ten streets before catching him and dragging him home with a dark expression. “Stop trying to control me!” He kicked and struggled with all his might. “You’re not even my real brother!” As soon as the words left his mouth, he saw his mute brother’s bloodshot eyes, as if he hadn’t slept in ages. The light in them instantly went out, as though Fang Zhiyi had stabbed straight through his heart. Fang Zhiyi’s heart ached, and he blurted out, “If you were my real brother, how could I like you...” Mute Big Brother: “...?” Fang Zhiyi: “...” Oh no. Could he take that back? - Of course he couldn’t. So later, with his ankle gripped and waist held tight, he could only sob and beg for mercy, gasping for breath. Eight-year-old Chen Chao was forced to live under someone else’s roof, and the child in his foster family hated him. He didn’t like the spoiled, pampered brat, either, but he was the older brother. He wouldn’t stoop to arguing with a little kid. Until he remembered the knife that had stabbed him in his previous life. And the spoiled brat who used to cry whenever he fell had now started saying over and over that he wanted to protect Chen Chao. With arms so thin they’d snap if you bent them, he had no idea who was supposed to be protecting whom. Thinking this, Chen Chao warmed milk for the brat with a cold expression, cut up fruit, washed his clothes, then hauled him out of bed and carried him to the sink to brush his teeth and wash his face. He might as well spoil him. Spending their whole lives like this didn’t seem so bad. 1. Childhood friends, both reborn. Cozy everyday life, told in a leisurely, slice-of-life style. The top only regains his memories partway through. The early chapters follow them as little kids; they grow up around the time the story goes premium. The whole novel should be fairly short. 2. A talkative, tsundere, innocent bottom who’s easy to placate x a loyal, cool-headed top with a cold face and a terrible family background. (The younger brother is a brother-complex who denies it, while the older brother’s brother-complex is obvious.) 3. The top will regain his ability to speak, though probably not until near the end. Theme: Join hands through hardship, and the future will be bright