After the Stuffy Old Man Got Pregnant

A devoted emotional-support-dog seme who won't end in a bad ending, and a powerful man with strong wrists and an unhappy life

My new book, When an Auditor Becomes Emperor, is now available. Note left on 2023.12.18.

To secure investment, Luo Zhao entered into a marriage agreement with the business tycoon Bai Jiyan. After the wedding, they each kept to themselves: one no longer had to worry about research and development costs, while the other no longer had to worry about his public image or his family's pressure to marry. A win-win.

One night, an accident after drinking led Bai Jiyan and Luo Zhao to do more than the contract required. They were both men, so it wasn't really a matter of right or wrong. They'd both been drinking, and they'd both enjoyed it.

But Bai Jiyan was meticulous to the bone, and felt he had to take responsibility.

"This time, it was my fault. The Bai family will add another year of investment."

Luo Zhao had just pulled up his pants, ready to ease the awkwardness, when he immediately took the God of Wealth's hand in both of his.

"President Bai, you really understand technology."

"If you have no objections, we can add a clause: For every time we fulfill our usual marital duties during the contract period, I'll add one million to the investment. Of course, if you object, pretend I never said anything."

After all, he was an adult with ordinary needs. He didn't dislike Luo Zhao, but he couldn't let the other man come off worse for it.

Luo Zhao thought it over. They were already married, so this couldn't count as hiring a prostitute, right? At most, it was a bit of fun between husbands. He'd just think of his legal husband as an investor.

"No problem."

The problem came two months later, when his stuffy, meticulous investor got pregnant? Luo Zhao was dumbstruck. Bai Jiyan, whose face had never shown much emotion, cracked too. He gripped the test results and, after much deliberation, decided to terminate the untimely pregnancy.

But due to his health, terminating the pregnancy carried a serious risk. He closed his eyes. He didn't want his child to go through the same broken, twisted family he had. After hesitating again and again, he went to see Luo Zhao and got straight to the point:

"I'm pregnant, and I want to keep the child. The child also needs a legal father. Could we try being lovers? You can set whatever terms you like."

Luo Zhao looked at the man's flat stomach. He was the one who'd caused this, while Bai Jiyan was the one suffering. Taking responsibility was what an adult man was supposed to do.

Luo Zhao gradually realized that Bai Jiyan seemed to have an unusually strong obsession with giving the child a complete family. To get closer to him, the man was willing to turn down a contract worth hundreds of millions. To maintain their so-called relationship, he could give way on anything.

But Luo Zhao had never imagined that the old-fashioned man's idea of being lovers would look like this:

In the morning, they discussed the day's work.

At noon, they discussed lunch, reviewed the morning's progress, and talked about whether they would need to work overtime that night and whether they should pick each other up after work.

In the evening, they reported which clients and business partners they needed to meet, then decided what they would do after dinner to strengthen their relationship.

Luo Zhao... Was this really necessary?

Just as he was thinking of gently bringing it up, he remembered Bai Jiyan's family and held his tongue. The man had an unfaithful father and a house full of illegitimate children causing trouble.

His mother took out all her resentment over her husband's infidelity on Bai Jiyan, using what little self-serving affection she had to emotionally manipulate him, while making it up to her nephew with all the love she had. It was absurd.

Watching the man sitting in the living room, head bowed as he stared blankly at his stomach, Luo Zhao suddenly felt that checking in on their relationship three times a day might not be so bad. He made up his mind: the tycoon didn't need that kind of melodramatic family love. He'd protect the tycoon and their little baby himself.

PS: This story has a fictional setting where men have a one-in-ten chance of becoming pregnant, and pregnancy carries risks.

Note: The romance has a happy ending. The family relationships will not be forced into a stereotypical happy-ever-after.

Coming soon: Reborn Ten Years After Death

Fang Jinyi, who had been dead for ten years, opened his eyes and found himself reborn in the body of a small-time rich family's adopted son. Seeing the deep cut on his wrist, he realized the adopted son had tried to kill himself?

Before he could even leave the hospital room, the Fang family surrounded him. His father put on a grief-stricken expression:

"The Fang family raised you for all these years, and you can't even bear to give up a little equity?"

His mother played the emotional card:

"Xiao Jin, your father's put his heart and soul into Fangyuan Group, too. Can you really stand by and watch it get acquired?"

The eldest Fang son, whose affection came too late and was worth less than a dog's:

"Xiao Jin, I don't really want to marry Miss Su. It's only an engagement. If you don't like it, I'll break it off with her right away. After all these years, don't you understand how I feel?"

Fang Jinyi raised an eyebrow. It turned out the body's father was a business partner of Mr. Fang, and they'd only taken him in because they wanted to keep the equity from falling into someone else's hands. Now that their control was slipping, they were playing the emotional card. Too bad for them, he wasn't buying it.

A week later, Fang Jinyi left the Fang family. Everyone in their circle said the adopted son was ungrateful, and the scolding was deafening.

But Fang Jinyi had no time for them. Right now, he was carrying his resume to apply for a personal assistant position with Xiao Chihan, chairman of the Xiao Group. He had died saving Xiao Chihan in the accident ten years ago. He wondered how Xiao Chihan was doing now.

Ten years later, the Xiao Group had become a powerhouse, and Xiao Chihan was someone most people could only look up to from afar. But the man before him seemed to have no life in him. His deep-set features were unchanged, but the warmth was gone, replaced by a somber, lifeless air. At only thirty-five, his temples were already visibly gray. He was terribly thin, and his hands were covered in needle marks.

Fang Jinyi was stunned when he saw Xiao Chihan's medical report. How had the man managed to wear himself down like this in just ten years?

Was he refusing treatment just so he could hurry up and see him? Had he picked some distant relative and decided to rush him into becoming an heir?

No. He would take care of his own seme. He had to nurse that depleted body back to health. Rushing the process wouldn't help. If all else failed, they could adopt a child and raise them from a young age.

Xiao Chihan still remembered Fang Jinyi's old joke:

"If I die, don't bury me in a cemetery. Just scatter me into the sea, then take a pinch of my ashes with you to see all the beautiful sights and eat all the delicious food in the world."

Over the past ten years, Xiao Chihan had traveled to famous mountains and rivers and tried the delicacies of every region. Now he was nearing the last stop. He didn't want Fang Jinyi to wait too long. Ten years had been enough.

But he never expected that a personal assistant named Fang Jin would show up beside him, looking so much like his beloved. That couldn't be right. Even if Fang Jinyi had been reincarnated, he should only be in middle school by now, shouldn't he?

PS: Fang Jinyi was twenty-five when he died and was reborn in the body of Fang Jin, who was also twenty-five. Xiao Chihan is thirty-five, so you can consider them to have a ten-year age gap.

Coming soon: When an Auditor Becomes Emperor

Zhou Que, an audit director with both CPA and CTA certifications and seven years of group auditing experience, was promoted to group vice president. At the celebratory banquet, a bottle of fake liquor sent him straight to the imperial throne of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Zhou Que looked at the densely packed officials below the steps, all shouting, "Long live the Emperor!" He laughed out loud. One moment he was a senior wage slave, and the next he was lord of all under heaven? He had to admit, this dream felt pretty real.

He glanced down and noticed someone sitting below. He was the emperor now, so he made the rules in his dream:

"Hey, you. What are you doing sitting there? Get up!"

The moment he spoke, the court fell silent. The pair of dark eyes below, deep as an abyss, fixed on him. After a long pause, the man actually stood up:

"Your Majesty must still be hungover. This morning's court is dismissed."

The eunuch's shrill voice rang out:

"Court is dismissed."

Three days later, Zhou Que finally accepted the truth. He'd caught the trend and transmigrated, becoming a powerless little emperor of just seventeen... And the man who had been sitting in court was Song Li, head of the Eastern Depot, the Great Xia Dynasty's most powerful villain, and the imperial chancellor who controlled everything.

Great. On his first day, he'd offended the most powerful person in the land. But Vice President Zhou wasn't about to settle for being someone's second-in-command after becoming an emperor in ancient times.

He set himself a clear set of KPIs:

Step one: Get rid of Song Li.

Step two: Take control of the government.

Step three: Bring peace and prosperity to the realm. He'd investigate every corrupt official until there was nowhere left for them to hide.

But he never expected his KPIs to get stuck on step one.

On the day of the palace coup, flames blazed through his sleeping quarters. The person who risked his life to save him at the doorway was none other than Song Li? Blood trickled from Song Li's lips, and Zhou Que stared at him in alarm:

"What's wrong? Where are you hurt?"

The man before him smiled bitterly:

"Have you forgotten that you poisoned me yourself, Your Majesty?"

After that, his KPIs became: take control of the government → investigate every corrupt official in the realm → kiss his beloved Director Song.

Watch an audit director scrutinize the Six Ministries. I won't allow a single copper coin to go unexplained.

Bonus scene:

A man in a black dragon robe tossed the account books aside and glared at the Vice Minister of Revenue before him:

"Do you need me to teach you how to falsify the books?"

They had the nerve to bring him such amateurish fake accounts. He could hardly bear to look at them.

Zhou Que got up and went into the inner room. The imperial physician withdrew. At last, the poison that had been purged for six months was almost entirely gone. The man on the bed was deathly pale, his body soaked with cold sweat. Zhou Que scooped him up and carried him to the hot springs in the back courtyard.

"This incomplete body of mine might offend Your Majesty's eyes."

Zhou Que leaned down and kissed the man's cool lips, fiercely:

"You didn't say that last night."

A scheming, black-bellied director seme and a ridiculously capable emperor uke

PS: The director is a real eunuch.

The director is the seme, the emperor is the uke (don't ask me how he tops, you know what I mean).

If this is your cup of tea, give it a try.

Theme: Sincerity and hard work are prerequisites for success.