One Day, I Picked Up an Abandoned Dog

[First Short Story, Lots of Flaws, Not Recommended, Written for Wish Fulfillment]

Zhuo Xiaohan may have forced himself on an Alpha.

The messy bedroom that morning somehow overlapped with the dimly lit alley from the night before.

Zhuo Xiaohan regretted once again letting his impulsive side take over and bringing the guy home.

He thought that once they explained the accident, they could go their separate ways.

But at six that evening, the guy was crouched under the shade of a tree by his front door, pale-faced, with the bandages Zhuo Xiaohan had put on him still on his body.

Defiant expression, wounds all over.

Like an abandoned dog with nowhere to go.

So Zhuo Xiaohan couldn't help taking him in.

He thought he was just "seeing it through to the end," until

Late that night, Zhuo Xiaohan protested fiercely. "Y-you lied to me!" His voice came in broken gasps. "That day, we clearly didn't..."

A scorching embrace pressed against his back, fingertips brushing his ear.

Through his tear-blurred vision, he saw the Alpha's utterly tender expression and heard his voice suddenly drop low. "Brother, can you stop looking at anyone else from now on?"

"Only look at me."

*

The first lesson Yan Xiayang learned in elementary school was to fight for what he wanted.

Whether it was candy when he was three, or a scholarship when he was thirteen.

Or Zhuo Xiaohan, who took him in when he was twenty-three.

So when you meet the moon, you have to seize it by any means necessary.

Fortunately, he finally got to hold him in his arms.

My first completed novel. I really don't recommend reading it! The writing has a lot of problems. I wanted to fix it, but I don't think I can, so... orz

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Tao Xuezhi never expected to run into Jian Chiye as soon as he returned to the country.

On a busy street, they brushed past each other without even saying, "Long time no see."

What he expected even less was that four hours later, they would meet again at the same dinner table.

Passing dishes, pouring water, handing over tissues.

No one knew that each seemingly casual gesture made Tao Xuezhi's heart pound.

Just like ten years ago, when Tao Xuezhi was taken home from the orphanage and saw Jian Chiye for the first time.

*

Everyone knew that Jian Chiye, president of the Wanshi Group, was a bad-tempered young master with no patience whatsoever.

In the conference room on Monday, the man had just finished tearing apart everyone's proposals, looking furious, and was about to lay into them even harder when a call suddenly came in.

The phone was still connected to the computer, and the sound of the call on speakerphone echoed through the room.

The voice on the other end was very cautious and gentle. After a long pause, it finally offered a single, sparing sentence: "It snowed today."

Jian Chiye's expression remained dark. Everyone thought he would hang up without a second thought, but the next moment

The man who made everyone constantly nervous gave an unusually patient "Mm," then mimicked the other person's tone and asked in a voice filled with restraint, "Then did you put on my coat?"

Healthy, sunny, strong seme x sensitive, timid, autistic (on the spectrum) uke

Theme: Hard work can change your fate.