The Life of a Straightforward, Honest Man Who Was Cherished

Li Ran is an honest guy, the kind who can't even haggle over groceries. If he ever dated someone, they'd definitely dump him for being boring. But he has a handsome face, and when he smiles there's something alluring about him. No one believes he's an honest guy. Only one powerful man believes him. Otherwise, why would he have grasped the essence of it so perfectly, taking control of Li Ran from head to toe? Li Ran had nowhere to live, so the powerful man took him home; Li Ran accepted that he was ordinary, refused to work himself to death, and had only a vague idea of his future, so the powerful man made a plan for him; Li Ran was disobedient and made mistakes, so the powerful man pulled down his pants and spanked him; Li Ran was obedient and always reported where he was, so the powerful man patted his head and praised him for being a good boy. The powerful man said, “Do as I say,” and honest Li Ran really did everything he was told. Before he knew it, he'd been coaxed into bed. One day, after being bullied a little too much, Li Ran clutched his sore bottom and sobbed, “I’m straight!” The powerful man said, “Hah.” From the age of seventeen onward, Li Ran was loved and controlled for the rest of his life. [Persuasive lover · domineering daddy-type top x genuinely straight, honest bottom] P.S. They start dating when they're both adults. A slice-of-life romance. ★Coming soon: Please Stop Chasing Me! I’m Begging You! Please add it to your favorites~ Jiang Sui, who got his start in an idol boy band, has been feeling troubled lately. He's been pursued by Xie Minghan, an award-winning actor with fans all over the country. Everyone knows Xie Minghan as a humble, gentlemanly, calm, and steady man. Only Jiang Sui knows just how awful he really is. He doesn't give Jiang Sui any chance to refuse. He insists that Jiang Sui accept his pursuit. Jiang Sui hides in the dressing room. Almost pleading, he says to Xie Minghan, who followed him in, “Senior, I really don't like men...” Xie Minghan cuts him off with a smile. “Like doesn't matter. It’s enough that you're mine.” He forces all sorts of opportunities on Jiang Sui, then demands that Jiang Sui have meals, go on dates, and hold hands with him in return. Unable to take it anymore, Jiang Sui makes plans to go vent to a friend. Before he can even leave, Xie Minghan barges in first, his face expressionless. “Who were you planning to sneak out and meet? Jiang Sui, have I spoiled you too much? Given you too much freedom?” The next second, Jiang Sui is shoved into the bedroom, unable to voice his grievances. After this “betrayal,” Xie Minghan's gentlemanly mask is completely torn away, and his demands grow more and more outrageous: hugs, kisses... and sex. After two years, Jiang Sui has gotten used to it. When Xie Minghan half drags, half forces him into it, they get married. After the wedding, Xie Minghan's appetite only grows, and Jiang Sui has to work out every day just to keep up. Years later, Jiang Sui wins a prestigious Best Actor award and has fans all over the country, too. He feels he's finally gained some leverage and won't have to be at Xie Minghan's mercy anymore. His words falter, but his resolve is strangely firm: “I want... I want a divorce.” Xie Minghan has just wrapped filming a movie in which he played a psychopath, and he hasn't quite shaken the role. At Jiang Sui's words, he lowers his head, lights a cigarette, and smiles inscrutably. “A divorce?” “Hah. You certainly have a vivid imagination.” He stares at Jiang Sui with a predatory gaze, yet his voice grows gentler. “Come home with me. I'll show you how to get a divorce from me.” That day, Jiang Sui nearly cries himself breathless, wailing, “I don't want a divorce anymore! I won't divorce you! I'll never ask for a divorce again! Please let me go, sob...” *One-on-one, happy ending *Noncon ★Coming soon: What I Did After He Rejected My Confession. Please add it to your favorites~ I'm eighteen, and I've fallen for someone: my uncle. Of course, we're not related by blood, and we're not listed in the same household register. I was simply placed in his care. I love my uncle's face: he's a CEO who never shows emotion, but he's insanely handsome. I love the way he always buttons his shirt up to his throat, yet somehow his chest still looks insanely touchable. Even his legs, which he can't feel and which mean he has to use a wheelchair, look insanely gorgeous and chaste to me. My uncle is always telling me not to swear, so delete those three instances of “insanely.” I confessed to my uncle, but he rejected me, saying the twelve-year age gap meant I was just a kid messing around. I kept confessing, and he pretended not to hear me. I persevered, and he remained unmoved. I tried again, and he told me to let it go. One day, I saw someone bringing my uncle home. The young man pushed his wheelchair with one hand and rested the other on my uncle's shoulder, while my uncle held his hand. Heartbroken and miserable, with the college entrance exams approaching, I decided to put romance aside and focus on studying. But since I always came first in the whole school, I didn't have to work especially hard. I also didn't want to go home and see my uncle getting all lovey-dovey with someone else, so I often stayed at school until late on purpose. Then came the turning point. After I'd come home late for seven days in a row, my uncle wheeled himself into my path and asked sternly, “Why have you been getting home so late lately?” I blurted out, “I have a date.” I saw my uncle freeze. He said nothing for a long time, his eyes lowered to hide whatever he was feeling. For some reason, he looked a little dangerous. It was like a light suddenly went on in my head. From then on, I stopped confessing to my uncle and stopped asking him to be with me. Instead, I kept telling him who I'd hung out with today and who I'd be seeing tomorrow. At first, my uncle didn't reply to my messages, as if he didn't care at all. But later, he called me, his words curt and commanding: “Come back right now. I want to see you within five minutes.” I thought I had my uncle right where I wanted him, so I seized the chance to confess again. But I still failed. He said I was a kid who couldn't tell what love really was, and told me to stop making a fuss. Just then, the man whose hand my uncle had once held showed up at our house. I knew then that I really had no chance, and gave up completely. Here comes the climax After the college entrance exams, I chose a university far away and only came home once a year. My uncle probably couldn't stand missing me, because, whether or not we liked each other, we were still family. He kept messaging me to ask if I was coming home for summer break or winter break. College life was great, and lots of people were pursuing me. There was no way I was going home to watch my uncle and his partner being all lovey-dovey. I used the same trick again: “I'm going on a trip with my boyfriend.” That day, my uncle called me 108 times, but I didn't pick up. Later, after eating until I was full, I took a picture of my slightly bulging belly and sent it to my uncle: “I'm pregnant. I don't even know if the baby is my current boyfriend's or my ex's.” When I woke up the next day, I was shocked to find myself back home. I couldn't leave the villa. I'd been locked up, and even worse, chained to the bed with only three meters of movement. My uncle was standing, yes, standing, beside my bed, looking down at me with an expression cold as ice. “I had someone examine you. You just ate too much. You're not pregnant.” I was drenched in sweat with fear. “Oh...” My uncle continued, “Since you're so eager to have a baby, then have one with me. If you can't, you'll never leave this villa.” I trembled all over, knowing I'd really played with fire and burned myself. Not only had I made my uncle so furious that he got up from his wheelchair, I'd driven him insane. But can somebody please come save meeeee P.S. The main story is told in third person. Theme: Boundless love, with all the time in the world.