After Falling in Love with My Roommate's Father

During his summer break in his second year of college, Xie Yan accepted an invitation to vacation at his roommate’s seaside villa.

On his first day there, a man in a bathrobe came downstairs. He had broad shoulders, long legs, and a handsome, sexy face. The loosely tied robe offered a glimpse of a clearly defined eight-pack.

Xie Yan discreetly looked away. “Shi’an, you never mentioned you had an older brother?”

He Shian rolled his eyes. “He’s not my brother.”

He Chengzhi extended a long, strong hand, smiling warmly. “Hello there, young man. I’m He Shian’s father, He Chengzhi.”

*

He Chengzhi fell in love at first sight with his son’s college classmate, and his long-dormant passion soon blazed out of control.

The handsome, wealthy Mr. He came on strong. Xie Yan could hardly resist, and soon fell into the airtight web of affection spun by this mature older man.

But not wanting to hurt his friend, who might be homophobic, Xie Yan decided to keep his relationship with his father a secret for now.

So the two could only sneak around and date in private, which made their passion all the more explosive.

By day, Xie Yan obediently and politely called him Uncle. At night, held in that same man’s arms, he was driven to tears, his eyes red and his lips trembling as he begged for mercy.

Even so, the older man grew more dissatisfied by the day.

*

Then one day, He Shian caught them making out on the sofa.

He went berserk on the spot, pointing at his own father. “Apart from having more money than him, I’m better-looking and younger. Why him and not me?”

He Chengzhi tamped down his anger. “Son, calm down.”

He Shian was even angrier. “Do you even remember I’m your son? What kind of father competes with his son for his sweetheart?”

He Chengzhi gave a cold laugh. “Competes?”

Son or not, even if the ruler of heaven himself showed up, Xie Yan could only ever be his.

Oblivious beauty who likes to tease people (bottom) x handsome, wealthy, truly fatherly top

1. One-on-one, both are each other’s first and only, sweet story

2. The top’s son isn’t biologically related to him

3. The bottom is a bit of a heartthrob, with a father-son love triangle

4. There’s a 15-year age gap between the leads. Please skip if that’s not for you.

[Upcoming book, Pretty Baby Looking for a Husband. Please add it to your list!]

When Lu Shichu was seventeen, he suddenly learned that his family had arranged a childhood betrothal for him long ago.

He’d heard the other boy was from Jiangnan, raised in a waterside town, and as soft as a ball of glutinous rice.

Lu Shichu scoffed. “What is this, the old days? Who still arranges marriages?”

The day the other boy arrived, Lu Shichu looked down from the stairs and froze for a full three seconds.

The rice cake really was soft. He had round eyes and fair skin, and sat curled up in a small bundle on Lu’s family’s sofa. When he looked up at Lu Shichu, his eyelashes fluttered as he timidly called, “Big brother.”

*

When Song Chiyi was brought to the Lu family, all he had with him was an old schoolbag and a pipa.

Everyone said the country bumpkin had struck it rich, but only Song Chiyi knew he had nothing left.

His grandmother was gone, the old house had been sold, and even the loquat tree by the gate hadn’t lived to bear fruit.

He thought they’d reject him and send him back, but the Lu family didn’t, and neither did Lu Shichu.

So Song Chiyi truly came to think of Lu Shichu as his husband, following him around like a little tail.

When Lu Shichu studied, Song Chiyi did his homework beside him. When Lu Shichu played basketball, Song Chiyi waited on the sidelines holding his coat. When Lu Shichu went to a student council meeting, Song Chiyi sat in the hallway until he fell asleep and Lu Shichu carried him home.

One night, during a thunderstorm, Song Chiyi clutched a pillow and climbed into Lu Shichu’s bed. Half-asleep, he nuzzled into his arms and murmured, “Husband, I’m scared...”

Lu Shichu stiffened. His voice turned hoarse. “What did you call me?”

*

Everyone knew the eldest young master of the Lu family had a bad temper, but lately they’d noticed he was doting on a little darling.

Eventually, everyone understood that Song Chiyi wasn’t just Lu Shichu’s child bride; he was Lu Shichu’s whole world.

Sweet, pretty darling (bottom) x eldest young master who cherishes his wife above all else (top)

1. A sweet everyday romance, 1v1, happy ending

2. A semi-coming-of-age story. The top spoils the bottom rotten.

3. The bottom has always firmly believed he was the top’s child groom.

Theme: Your happiness is in your own hands