This Real Young Master Is So Fierce

Please take a look at my upcoming story! A modern urban fantasy romantic comedy, "Roommates Can't Turn into Wives": a flamboyant top x a cool, adorable bottom. The blurb is at the end!

[This story] A slow-to-catch-on angel of a bottom x a gloomy, ruthless top who convinces himself he's in love and turns into a loyal dog

1.

Another explosive rumor has spread about Qiao Jing, the finance department's famous pretty-boy at S University.

As the heir to Qiao Group, he's actually a fake young master who took the real one's place. The son of the Qiao family's friend, whom they'd been looking after, is Qiao Yan's biological son.

Countless people are waiting to watch Qiao Jing, the adored child of fortune, fall into the mud overnight. They want to mock his miserable situation and take advantage of his downfall to humiliate him.

Qiao Jing: Thank heavens! I finally don't have to inherit the company.

When Qiao Jing returns to campus, he's not only allowed to study in the art department, where he becomes a color genius whom the professors say comes along once in a century, but also gains a handsome, cold-looking man with deep-set features who sticks close to him at all times.

"Isn't that handsome guy the new rich kid from the Sino-foreign joint college?"

"Yeah, the watch on his wrist costs over two million... Could Qiao Jing be so used to the good life that, after his fall from grace, he found himself a sugar daddy?"

"Why bother looking for a sugar daddy elsewhere? He could just ask the real young master, who's never shown his face, to support him. With his looks, the guy might even be into him."

Chen Suihuai, who has heard all the gossip as he follows Qiao Jing: I think that could work. Are you short on money lately? Let me support you.

Qiao Jing: No thanks. I have tons of fans, and commissions are booked six months out. I don't have time to spend money because I can't finish all the drawings.

2.

Chen Suihuai has been reborn.

In his previous life, he made everyone who had ever bullied him pay for it. But before he could decide what to do about one person, that person died at the age of twenty-five.

They say that before he died, Qiao Jing was destitute, traveling everywhere to paint, until a rainstorm in a remote mountain village took his life.

And Chen Suihuai was responsible for all of it.

Now he's back in the year he first met Qiao Jing. While there's still time, Chen Suihuai wants to ask the only person who ever reached out to help him when he was at his lowest what schemes he's hiding and what he wants from him.

But in the end, Chen Suihuai not only fails to tear off the beautiful fake young master's hypocritical mask, he willingly hands over everything he's carefully plotted and schemed to obtain. All he wants is for Qiao Jing to put a collar on him again and lead him through the rest of his life.

[Short Scene]

Chen Suihuai notices that every time he changes clothes, a pair of almond-shaped eyes is secretly watching him through the crack in the door.

"Could he be gay and have a thing for me? Disgusting, hypocritical. I knew he was up to no good."

Some time later.

Chen Suihuai: Why hasn't he come to watch me lately? Have I been too busy with deadlines this month and neglected my workouts? Are my muscles not as nice to look at anymore?

Qiao Jing: What's with this guy? Why did he have someone move the rowing machine into the living room?

Qiao Jing: Hm... His back looks great. But nobody's commissioned this kind of drawing lately.

Qiao Jing: Still, maybe I should look a little longer... I might need a reference for a figure drawing someday.

Chen Suihuai: He's looking at me again. Qiao Jing really does like me better when I'm more muscular.

[Reader's Guide]

1. Four to five updates a week. To make sure each chapter has plot, chapters may occasionally be combined.

2. Qiao Jing is the bottom, and Chen Suihuai is the top. The top is reborn. It's a groveling story, but he doesn't grovel quite enough. The point of view shifts, but the story is mainly told from the bottom's perspective.

3. The top is a rough, obsessive mad dog, ruthless and cruel, but not a scumbag when it comes to love. He just wasn't treated well before. After being tamed, he's completely devoted to his husband, a wild wolf turned loyal dog. The bottom is a little angel, but he's neither perfect nor a saint.

4. One-on-one, both characters are each other's first and only love in both lives, happy ending.

5. I'm writing this freely, and the prose is amateurish. The modern urban campus setting is fictional. It's just a simple love story.

Upcoming Story

[An unabashed top who peacocks every day] x [A lofty beauty who believes everything he's told (crossed out), a naturally airheaded bottom]

A powerful couple, older top, metaphysics

Chen Shu is a lecturer at S University who studies the Book of Changes.

He never thought there could really be such a thing as the supernatural.

He certainly never expected that one day he'd use his professional knowledge to set up a massive feng shui formation, successfully trapping dozens of unusual "students" from his class in the auditorium.

"I'm amazed that a mere mortal like Professor Chen can tell ghosts from evil spirits."

A man with his hair tied in a half-up bun stepped forward. He reached out and grabbed the "students," who had revealed their true forms, collecting them in his hand.

"So, do you believe I'm really a Daoist now?" the man asked, walking over to Chen Shu.

Chen Shu thought it was no wonder he'd doubted the man's words.

His manner was frivolous, he did whatever he pleased, he had no boundaries, and he smoked and drank in private...

Who would ever believe that this high-spirited new roommate of his was actually a Daoist?

After a long silence, he asked, "So when you said my fate was of extreme yin, making me prone to attracting evil spirits and ghosts, were you telling the truth?"

"Absolutely. I calculated it myself." Wu Yang smiled meaningfully. "I know how to solve it. Would Professor Chen like to hear how?"

*

Late at night.

Chen Shu woke from a nightmare and looked at the handsome face close to his own. "This is the solution you were talking about?"

"Of course," Wu Yang said. "With my pure yang constitution, I'm perfect for pressing down your bed and guarding your home. Don't believe me? Try it. I guarantee you'll sleep soundly until dawn without any dreams."

Chen Shu refused without hesitation. "Get off me."

Wu Yang sighed. "You still don't believe me. Fine, I'll go."

He got out of bed, walked to the door, and turned the handle. Wu Yang paused, silently counting down: three, two, one.

Sure enough, a hesitant voice came from behind him. "Wait... a moment."

*

Wu Yang felt that although Chen Shu wasn't all that different from how he remembered him, he'd improved quite a bit in some areas.

For example, when Wu Yang said, "There's an evil spirit attached to your lips. I have to kiss you to get rid of it," Chen Shu merely gave him a cool glance and ignored him.

Wu Yang sighed. "What a pity."

"What a pity?" Chen Shu asked, confused.

It's a pity you're not as easy to fool as you were three hundred years ago, Wu Yang thought.

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