A Poor Tibetan High Schooler Spoiled Me

Shen Yang is spoiled, self-centered, and immature. But because he is good-looking and comes from a wealthy family, everyone dotes on him. Then one day, his father ran off with all the money, and the relatives and classmates who had once treated him so well suddenly showed their true colors. Shen Yang thought, Just wait until my uncle gets back. Then we’ll see how you like it. But before his uncle could return to take him away, Shen Yang’s stepmother dumped him on the impoverished, remote western Sichuan Plateau. ** Jiang Cuo Denzhu, a Tibetan high school boy. His hands were sturdier than shovels. He had once killed two rampaging yaks with his bare hands, and his skin was as dark as if he’d rolled around in a coal mine. He was quiet and honest, but at 194 centimeters tall, he had to lower his head to look at anyone, making him especially intimidating. While Shen Yang soaked his feet in a clear spring, Jiang Cuo Denzhu watched him from behind. His gaze was like that of a wild beast. The pampered young master shifted his bottom over and generously bestowed a little space on him. The simple, honest Tibetan man came over and crouched beside him. His tall, powerfully built body folded into a proper crouch, yet still took up an imposing amount of space. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the pair of feet gleaming white in the spring. His Adam’s apple bobbed. He scooped up a handful of water with his calloused palm and drank it down without hesitation. Did he have no standards at all? Shen Yang stared in disbelief. Later, in a clean, dim stone house, the young master kicked the muscular Tibetan boy with all his might. His lashes trembled and his whole body shook as he scolded him, “Don’t kiss me with the mouth that just touched my feet!” ** Bai Ping woke from a coma after a car accident to find that seven years had passed. It had been a full seven years since his spoiled nephew was dumped on the poor, backward western Sichuan Plateau. He flew home overnight, expecting to find his nephew a pitiful soul who had suffered terribly. Instead, Shen Yang was even more proud and beautiful than Bai Ping remembered, full of life and vigor. The country’s most prominent rising tech tycoon had supposedly emerged from the western Sichuan Plateau with nothing. He was cold and domineering, and always had the final say. He stayed by Shen Yang’s side, forceful and possessive. Anyone who so much as looked at his nephew too long irritated him. [A story about supporting your spouse. The top starts out incredibly poor, and the bottom is poor too, but they’ll both be rich later. They both have plenty of flaws and are far from perfect.] Coming soon: After I Found Out My Roommate Was a Male Pinup Blogger. See my author page for details. Xie Fan couldn’t stand his new roommate. His new roommate was named Shen Xueyuan. He had fair skin, big eyes, and thick lashes, but he was vain and promiscuous, and his voice always had a teasing lilt when he talked to people. Worst of all, he was a male thirst trap online. A bright red basketball jersey, damp and clinging to his slender, pale body. A sheer white shirt tucked into a pair of fluidly draping suit trousers. His head tilted back, a fluffy black bell collar cinched tight around his long, slender neck. Xie Fan closed his eyes and thought, Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting. So disgusting. ** A photo of Shen Xueyuan leaning over a desk, with red marks on his neck, quickly earned him 400,000 followers online. On the night of his first livestream, he made 520,000 yuan. One viewer named k tipped him a full 400,000. In high spirits, he returned to his dorm and ran into the new roommate he didn’t get along with. His new roommate, Xie Fan, was 190 centimeters tall. He’d just gotten out of the shower, his damp black hair falling over his expressionless, deadpan face. His loose black T-shirt was askew, revealing the muscles in his arms and stomach. He looked fierce and hard. Their eyes met. Xie Fan stared at him with cold disdain. Shen Xueyuan looked away, too lazy to bother with him. He opened his phone, a small smile playing on his lips. His newly added top supporter had sent him a clingy message. k: Baby, you looked so beautiful, gorgeous, and cute tonight. k: I like you so, so, so much. * Theme: Be brave enough to love.