The Fake Young Master Is Forced to Take It Easy While Ill

[Sickly, Disabled, Long-Haired Beauty as the Fake Young Master, Receiving x Possessive Actor with a Fatherly Streak, Attacking]

Sheng Huaiyu was an insignificant "young master" of the fabulously wealthy Sheng family. A fake one.

On the winter night of his seventeenth birthday.

The Sheng family mansion blazed with lights to celebrate the real young master's birthday.

In the cramped, pitch-black attic, Sheng Huaiyu, born on the same day as the real young master, huddled beneath a thin blanket. His whole body burned with fever, and the leg broken in a car accident throbbed with unbearable pain.

The bone-deep agony soaked his forehead with cold sweat.

His ink-black hair clung to his temples. His face was a tangled mess, ghostly pale but tinged with an unnatural flush.

This time, he wanted to be free of it all for good.

A deafening bang rang out.

A thought flashed through Sheng Huaiyu's mind: Were they setting off fireworks?

Every year, the real young master's birthday was celebrated with spectacular, dazzling fireworks that boomed one after another.

When would those fireworks be set off for him, just once?

Even just once.

A figure burst in. It was the man who should have been at the birthday banquet: the real young master's youngest uncle, Sheng Yushang, who had just won Best Actor at a major international film festival.

When Sheng Yushang knelt and gathered Sheng Huaiyu into his arms, the pain had numbed Sheng Huaiyu's nerves. A strange smile tugged at his lips.

Tears blurred his vision. Unable to make out the face before him, Sheng Huaiyu thought he was dying again. His blue-tinged lips parted, and he mumbled, "N-next life, let me have a family..."

Sheng Yushang was nearly 1.9 meters tall. Now he hunched on the floor, holding the frail boy, his spine seeming to crumble one piece at a time.

The hazy light cast their shadows on the wall behind them: two trapped beasts clinging desperately to each other.

Sheng Yushang bowed his head and pressed his face to Huaiyu's forehead. His heart twisted in agony, and every word came drenched in tears. "My darling Xiaoyu, we don't have to wait for the next life."

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Gossip had it that Sheng Yushang, fresh off his Best Actor win and already cast in a film by a renowned director, had a young lover back home: long, ink-black hair and a slender figure.

In a grainy paparazzi photo, a slender, pale hand rested on the frame of a black car.

The partial profile, seen at an angle, revealed a straight nose and thin lips, delicate and alluring.

The photographer described the scene in vivid detail:

Bodyguards and assistants escorted Sheng Yushang to the car.

The tall actor bent down and said a few words to the beauty inside. His profile looked grave, as though he were in a bad mood.

Then he opened the door. The beauty reached out, and Sheng Yushang clasped their hand tightly, a rare smile appearing on his face.

The photographer emphasized one detail: "The actor took off his gloves before holding his lover's hand. So the rumors that he's a germaphobe who always wears gloves aren't entirely true."

More and more reports confirmed that the actor really did have a stunningly beautiful lover by his side.

The young lover seemed clingy, following the actor everywhere he went.

The "young lover," lying on a soft bed, saw the reports and flung his phone onto the carpet.

Beneath the light blanket, his long, slender, snow-white leg shifted.

A delicate ankle was wrapped in soft cloth and chained with gold.

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Older gong, gong is reborn.

Age gap to be decided.

The blurb still needs work. I'll leave it like this for now.

Theme: Even if you get a do-over, you still have to fall in love!