A Misjudgment

[Main story complete. Coming soon: the historical danmei novel The Immortal Venerable Is Absolutely Right. Scroll down for the blurb~] After an accident, Yan Ruizhi woke up to find a male college student lying beside him. Looking at the unspeakable scene filling the room, Yan Ruizhi pressed a hand to his aching back, his face icy. The other victim beside him blushed, but insisted on taking responsibility for Yan Ruizhi no matter what. Yan Ruizhi looked over the boy's entire outfit, which was worth barely three figures in total, and got up without a care. "Little guy, focus on your studies. Let's pretend this never happened." He thought it was just an unpleasant little episode. Then he realized the other guy seemed to be showing up in front of him more and more often. Yan Ruizhi gave a few guest lectures at a university. A boy in the front row sat ramrod straight, his eyes shining as he greeted him: "Hello, Professor Yan!" Yan Ruizhi went out of town for a business meeting. As soon as he arrived, he spotted a tall, broad-shouldered boy nearby waving at him. "What a coincidence, Mr. Yan! I'm interning here, and I picked up a part-time job on the side." Even at the coffee shop downstairs from his office, Yan Ruizhi looked up one day to see an apron-clad employee give him a bright, sunny smile. "Hello, Mr. Yan! I work here." Yan Ruizhi: "...Are you really that short on money?" Maybe the boy was just too enthusiastic. For some reason, Yan Ruizhi decided to "sponsor" him. But somehow, the sponsorship took on a different flavor. Later, at a charity gala, Yan Ruizhi's business partner said, "This is the young master of the He family, the host of tonight's auction..." The only son, who rarely appeared in public, had his back to Yan Ruizhi. He stood tall in an elegant outfit, every word and gesture impeccably refined. When he turned around, their eyes met. Both froze. Yan Ruizhi looked at the man before him and gave a mocking laugh. "Young Master He...?" Then he turned and walked away. - That night, the famously wealthy young master of the He family found a CPU to kneel on outside Yan Ruizhi's room. "I wasn't trying to pretend. It really was an accident at first..." "I was working part-time with a classmate. I wasn't deliberately deceiving you." "The job... How else was I supposed to find a chance to get close to you?" "Honey, open the door. I'm cold." - Is he really short on money? The shou goes to great lengths to stick close to his husband X the gong, who showers him with affection. Younger gong. Younger gong. Younger gong. Repeating it three times! Reader's guide: * The main characters aren't perfect, so please don't judge them too harshly. * A cliche, somewhat slow-burn, ordinary romance. It's very unrealistic and differs from real life. Corrections are welcome, but please don't take it too seriously. * It's not melodramatic, just full of old tropes. * The writing is rough and plainspoken. Everything in the story is fictional. The author's logic is terrible, and everything serves the plot. * Please don't announce that you're dropping the story. I'll cry if you do, boohoohoo. * [Important] Stop scolding me, or I'll get stupid. - Coming soon: The Immortal Venerable Is Absolutely Right. Visit my author page, mwah! Blurb: Legend has it that Chu Qingxian, the Venerable of Zhaoruo, is unrivaled in cultivation and peerless in beauty. In this life, the only person he regards as a thorn in his side is Jin Wuyuan, the Demon Lord. They are sworn enemies, utterly irreconcilable. Who could have expected that an accident would lead Chu Qingxian to mistakenly ingest a Love-Bloom Flower and get into a fight with Jin Wuyuan? As they fought, things gradually started to go off track. Burning with unbearable heat, Chu Qingxian was forced to call a halt. "Wait. Let me take off my clothes first." Jin Wuyuan: ? After that, their ordinary sword practice turned into testing their swords against each other with their own bodies. The good news was that Chu Qingxian forgot the whole thing. The bad news was that Jin Wuyuan remembered it all. The next day, after recalling a few indescribable details, Jin Wuyuan looked at the man before him and immediately understood: It would be best not to let Chu Qingxian remember what happened last night. - Some time later, Chu Qingxian noticed some strange changes in his body. At first, he felt dizzy and sluggish. Then came the nausea and excessive sleepiness. After examining himself more closely, he discovered that he was several months pregnant. Chu Qingxian flew into a rage. Only now did he realize that something might have happened with someone that night. Holding his back, he cursed as he drew his sword. "When I find that bastard, I'll tear out his tendons, strip his skin, and grind his bones to dust..." "And I'll chop off that useless thing of his with one stroke!" Still not satisfied, he decided to ask the nearby Demon Realm Lord, who had been following him lately and was rumored to be ruthless, for advice. "What do you think?" Jin Wuyuan, who had just learned the news, stood frozen. He coughed and nodded in agreement. "...Venerable, you are absolutely right." Oh no. This is a disaster. A bad-tempered shou X a gong wondering how not to get killed by his wife with one sword. A sweet little story about mutual pining. My completed novels, Don't Act Like a Scum Shou or You'll Die, Mind Reading and No Marking, The Lazy Fish Doesn't Want to Work Hard, and more, are available on my author page. (*^▽^*) (No more rambling this time! Thanks for reading this far!) Theme: Pursue your dreams with determination, and never give up just because you encounter setbacks.