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During a research trip, Lin Yun met a tall, gentle young man.
The other man approached and politely asked for his contact information.
His eyelashes were long, like a girl's.
Lin Yun met his eyes, his mind went blank, and before long he had given the man his phone number.
Only later did Lin Yun learn that he was a very popular actor named Xie Moyu.
Though their relationship was a delicate one, they became friends who could confide in each other.
One day, the debonair Mr. Xie asked, "Have you ever been in a relationship, Mr. Lin?"
Lin Yun shook his head. "No."
Mr. Xie's eyes curved into a smile. "What a coincidence. Neither have I."
After that, the two often went out to eat, watched movies, and talked about art and life. At the most unexpected moments, Xie Moyu would touch Lin Yun's hair or drape his long, lean arm over Lin Yun's shoulder, smiling at him.
Their friendship, once as proper as that of gentlemen, soon slipped into an indescribably ambiguous flirtation.
Lin Yun gradually began to lose control as his heartstrings were plucked. He felt happiness, jealousy, and attraction unlike anything he had ever experienced.
His black-and-white world slowly filled with every color.
All Lin Yun could say was:
Please stop flirting with me. Keep it up and I'm going to turn gay.
Xie Moyu merely ruffled his hair and chuckled, saying nothing.
Meanwhile, an album titled "for+him" was released. "Love Letter," "Ten Years of Admiration," and "A Song Written for Him" instantly climbed to the top of the charts.
A hint of jealousy crept into Lin Yun's voice over the phone. "Are you dating someone?"
Xie Moyu's deep voice came through the receiver, low and smooth as a cello. "Hmm. I'm still pursuing him."
#HasHeRealizedAllMyLyricsAreAboutHimToday?#
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At first, everyone thought Lin Yun was a thoroughly cold, unfeeling person who planned to devote himself to art and looked down on the whole world.
Almost nothing could stir his desire for romance.
Only later did they realize
that this cool, pale-skinned, aloof director wasn't quite what they had imagined.
At the backstage of a variety show,
Lin Yun tilted his head up, rose onto his toes, and kissed Xie Moyu, who was said to dislike strangers and have a mild case of OCD.
Their Mr. Xie seemed utterly unable to fight back, looking completely lost.
The scene was utterly shocking.
Everyone: ?!?!
Sorry, I was just passing by. Please, carry on...
After they left, they didn't see
Xie Moyu's elegant lips curl into a smile. He brushed the moisture from his lips with a long finger, his eyes darkening, as calm as a hunter closing his net.
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Lin Yun had a secret.
He was never supposed to be gay.
But things changed.
*Updates daily at 12 noon
*One-on-one romance, happy ending
*Seductive pursuer, doting top
*A little jealousy is fun, and they're each other's first love
*Scheming, gentle top x ice-cold bottom who doesn't realize he's gay
*This was originally a crematorium-style redemption story, but the comments were closed and couldn't be reopened. I've changed the premise and rewritten the whole thing, but Jinjiang's rules say that once the comment section is closed, it can never be reopened. Sob.
My next book is Raising a Baby on a Variety Show with My Ship, please add it to your library!
Jiang Huai is an overworked top student at a top-two university in an impossibly demanding field. Because he's socially anxious, people think he's aloof. When he talks with students, he mostly listens and solves everything with "Mm," "Right," or "Wrong."
One day, after staying up all night working on a presentation, he worked himself to death and transmigrated into a book, becoming the wealthy stepfather of a child in a danmei novel.
Cling to Your Crybaby Wife was a BL novel. The protagonist was a beautiful crybaby with a tear-gland buff and a beauty buff, the son of a father richer than nations and the darling of a husband who spoiled him to the heavens. As for why Jiang Huai had read a book like that, it was simply because he was so poor he'd bought a secondhand tablet, and it had a huge collection of similar novels saved on it. Curious, he'd read a few pages.
Then he transmigrated into the book, but not as the crybaby who got to lie around and enjoy the good life. Instead... he became one of the crybaby's stepfathers.
Looking at the fourteen-year-old kid who came in dead last on every monthly exam, and the tutor hired for hundreds of millions who still hadn't managed to teach the beautiful idiot anything, the top student casually glanced at the little one secretly hiding a copy of the answers to the standard math workbook under the desk. "Fire the tutor. Teach the kid yourself, and give me the hundreds of millions."
That very day, the crybaby discovered that all the answers in his homework book had disappeared. Then his teacher called on him over and over at school to recite his lessons. He burst into tears on the spot.
The top student tapped out a casual rhythm with his long, cool-white fingers, and the wounds in his heart slowly began to heal:
Since I got rained on, I'll tear up everyone else's umbrellas too. Laugh.jpg
Three months later, the crybaby shot straight to first place in his monthly exams, transforming from a poor student into a shining, ridiculously cool king. At the grade assembly, he held the microphone and thanked his stepfather again and again. "The person I'm most grateful to is my dad. Without him, I wouldn't be where I am today..."
And I wouldn't have lost the answers to my winter homework, my phone, my tablet, and my Switch. I'm crying so hard, sob sob sob.
Later, the balance of power between father and son completely reversed. Jiang Huai drawled, "I'm sleepy."
His kid immediately made the bed for him, a fawning gleam in his eyes. "Dad, get some rest."
Jiang Huai yawned. "I'm hungry..."
His kid dashed to the fridge, sent the servants away, and served up toast with yogurt and fruit salad. He insisted the servants leave, looking extremely pleased with himself. "My dad only likes eating what I make."
Jiang Huai: "..."
When did he ever say that?
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Overnight, Jiang Huai came into a fortune worth billions, inherited from the kid's other dad, and found life quite comfortable. Not only was his biggest life problem solved and he no longer had to go on blind dates, he could spend as he pleased without worrying that the department heads would run out of research funding. It couldn't get much better.
Best of all, the kid's dad never came home.
Jiang Huai himself was quite comfortable too, partly because he believed he had none of those worldly desires. ( )
He was engrossed in his reborn-and-rising-to-the-top-of-life story, carrying the secret identity of a wealthy heir and constantly building up his resume, until one day the kid called to complain. "Dad, are you coming home today? My stepdad says he won't give me dinner if you don't come home~"
Jiang Huai's heart jolted. His voice remained calm and nonchalant. "I'm on my way."
He thought that when he opened the door, he would find himself face-to-face with some disheveled middle-aged man.
But when he saw the other's stunning face, as beautiful as ink painting, he was left speechless for a long while!
When he got home, the golden-curled kid and the person he had married were sitting at the dining table. A row of servants and nannies stood there, holding their breath. A swarm of question marks rose above Jiang Huai's head.
The kid's eyes lit up. "Dad!"
The kid's other dad looked gloomy, with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
Jiang Huai: ?
Under the kid's watchful gaze, his 189-centimeter-tall spouse picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. The door locked. Shang Qi'an's long, cool-white fingers loosened his tie and tossed it aside. He leaned against the bed, a black strap wound around his pale wrist. "Come here."
"..."
N-No! I can't!
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Shang Qi'an was the kind of person in their circle whom no one could hope to approach. Always aloof and self-possessed, and rumored to be uninterested in sex, he was like cold snow in the depths of winter, someone people could only admire from afar, never touch.
Until one day, someone saw him pull up in a silver-blue supercar.
The car door opened. A pale-skinned man leaned against the driver's seat, dressed in a plain silver-white shirt like snow piled up in winter. His lifted gaze was bright and languid, as though he were an immortal capable of captivating all living things.
Then he turned slightly, revealing a tattoo on his wrist, a wild current of water winding downward.
The reporters recognized the legendary big shot from the business world and rushed to ask, "What does your tattoo mean?"
Shang Qi'an replied with casual ease, his voice as cool and clear as ice jade. "Jiang Huai."
Not far away, Jiang Huai walked out of school with a backpack over his left shoulder and glanced toward the roadside. "Hm...?"
Then he turned around and tried to leave.
...He'd never even been in a relationship!
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One day, he was invited to bring the kid onto the popular parenting variety show Daddy's Adventure 2, a large-scale reality program where viewers watched the fathers and sons of wealthy families raise kids under difficult survival conditions, from going to the countryside to feed chickens to traveling through the desert.
The main male lead's kid came over to play with him. The kid looked wary. "Stay away from my dad. He's mine."
"..."
"What? Dating? No. Dad says kids should focus on their studies. Besides, your scores aren't as good as mine, and I don't date anyone worse at math than I am."
The main male lead was left speechless. He silently looked at the several red Xs in his little notebook. "..."
Was this really the same little wife who'd been sobbing just a few months ago?!
When had Shang Rong secretly evolved?
After chasing off the potential "rival," the kid let out a long sigh of relief, then threw his arms around his stepdad and sobbed. He had finally... gotten Dad all to himself. This was great~
Viewers: We were promised a useless rich kid! Who is this filial, beautiful, fair-skinned, twenty-four-hour dutiful son?
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Later on.
Halfway through the variety show, Jiang Huai realized something was terribly wrong. The ship fans for him and Shang Qi'an, the awkward couple who couldn't squeeze out a sentence to each other even after several minutes, had somehow outnumbered the fans of the main couple.
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*Aloof, seemingly asexual school-heartthrob bottom x aloof, naturally dark and seductive beauty top
*Marriage first, love later
*Each other's first love
Theme: Study hard and make progress every day
