Professor, I'm Your Top!

On the day their marriage contract expired, Wen Xi packed his bags and said calmly, "I'm leaving. Thank you for putting up with me these past two years." Lu Xingye maintained his composed smile, his voice flawless. "You're welcome. Where are you going? I can drive you." Wen Xi said, "No need. I'm picking someone up. You shouldn't meet them." The front door clicked shut. Lu Xingye sat on the sofa, heart aching so badly he could barely breathe. Lu Xingye had been Wen Xi's student for eight years. Two years after graduating, Lu Xingye finally got his chance. When Wen Xi needed a contract marriage, he volunteered, taking on the title of fake husband and hoping to win his beloved over little by little. But after ten years of pursuing him, he still couldn't find a way into Wen Xi's heart. Just when he thought there was no hope of fixing things, Wen Xi lost his memory. And then Lu Xingye discovered that the amnesiac Wen Xi... was kind of sweet? * After ten years of failed attempts, Lu Xingye changed his approach and decided to be completely direct. The love he'd once been too timid to confess was now on his lips all day long. He checked in every two hours when he went out. He insisted on sitting beside Wen Xi at meals. Even when working late, he folded his long legs beneath him and sat on the floor beside Wen Xi, refusing to go to the study. When the work was done, Wen Xi's cool voice rang out. "Come here." Lu Xingye's legs had gone numb, so he half-kneeled his way over, resting his chin on Wen Xi's thigh. Looking up, he asked, "What is it?" The pen in Wen Xi's hand accidentally touched the page, leaving a spot of ink. Wen Xi wiped at it with a fingertip, then used that ink-stained finger to hold Lu Xingye's chin and tilt his head higher. He leaned down and kissed Lu Xingye on the forehead. Scheming younger puppy of an attack, who loves to act spoiled X aloof on the outside, sweet on the inside, untouchable beauty of a recipient The attack has had a one-sided crush on the recipient for ten years. It starts out unrequited. A healing, sweet little story Bonus snippets on Weibo: @Sheng Mian N1 Check out my completed novels: "The Scumbag Attack Thinks I Still Love Him," "The Tenant Who Slept on the Sofa," and "The Stand-In Extra Quits" My new serial, "After the Pretty Little Darling Was Brought Home by a Powerful Big Shot," is now online. If you're interested, you can find it in my author collection. An indecent seduction kept Fu Jiyun ensnared year after year. On Ruan Zhiran's eighteenth birthday, his stepfather stopped hiding his filthy intentions toward him. Living day and night beneath his stepfather's possessive gaze left Ruan Zhiran terrified. When he got the chance to escape, Ruan Zhiran dressed himself up like a present and delivered himself to the bed of Fu Jiyun, the richest man in the country. Ruan Zhiran wore nothing but a white shirt. Kneeling before the man, he held a riding crop in both hands and trembled. "Mr. Fu, could you... like me?" The man's palm lifted Ruan Zhiran's face. His black-and-gold pinky ring pressed into the soft flesh of Ruan Zhiran's cheeks, cold and sharp. Just as the rumors said, the man was cold-hearted and strange. Ruan Zhiran moved into the Fu household with no money to his name. He went to great lengths to please Fu Jiyun, and every other sentence was about how much he "liked Mr. Fu." But he always felt Fu Jiyun thought he wasn't quite to his liking. As Ruan Zhiran carefully wiped the dirt from his sleeve, the man handed him a black card. "Use this from now on." Ruan Zhiran hurried to explain, "I'm not after your money." The man frowned slightly and shoved the card into his pocket. Ruan Zhiran sighed inwardly too: the man just wanted to get rid of him with money. The man took him shopping for new clothes. Ruan Zhiran knew this was the man's way of giving him a chance. So he wore only the top, leaving his legs bare, and walked up to the man, his cheeks flushed. "Mr. Fu, I'm ready." The man's voice was displeased. "You bought so many pairs of pants, and not one of them appealed to you?" Ruan Zhiran thought that Mr. Fu had no interest in him at all. Countless times, Ruan Zhiran thought he was about to be kicked out, yet Fu Jiyun repeatedly rescued him from the traps his stepfather laid for him. Until the man learned his stepfather's true intentions, and stopped coming to see him. At last, Ruan Zhiran's anxious heart gave up hope: this time, Fu Jiyun really didn't want him anymore. A month without contact. When the man came looking for him again, Ruan Zhiran sensibly dragged out his suitcase. "Thank you for taking me in, Mr. Fu. I won't trouble you anymore. I'll be just fine on my own." Fu Jiyun didn't try to stop him, and Ruan Zhiran left without hesitation. His new life was peaceful and calm. He no longer had to deal with his stepfather's harassment or try to please anyone. But Ruan Zhiran kept seeing a familiar car whenever he went to and from work. He assumed his eyes were playing tricks on him. Autumn turned to winter. He fell ill in his unheated rental apartment. Fu Jiyun unlocked the door with practiced ease and carried him back to his luxurious, warm villa. "Would you rather die sick than stay with me?" Ruan Zhiran didn't know why the usually arrogant, cold man sounded so aggrieved, as if he'd been abandoned. His fever-fogged mind asked blankly, "How did you know where I live?" * Fu Jiyun, heir to the Yongxi Group, was born with more wealth than most people could amass in ten lifetimes. He took a pretty boy home on a moment's impulse, then got taken in by his sweet words for two years. After learning the truth, he thought it over calmly for a month, and still chose to forgive him. But... When he swallowed his pride and went to make peace, he was told they were breaking up. Sharp-tongued, utterly devoted husband-material attack X seemingly obedient but stubborn recipient P.S.: The attack does something a little over the line when they first meet, but he's absolutely, undeniably a hopeless romantic! The attack only seems experienced. He's actually never dated anyone, because he thinks no one is good enough for him! Upcoming novel: "Becoming a Bottom for Love, May Lightning Strike Me Dead" A classic hzc story. If you happen to pass by, dear readers, please add it to your favorites! Zhou Junyan was promoted to project manager at twenty-five. At twenty-six, he slept with the intern who shared his rental. He thought of himself as a tough top, but to keep his sweetheart happy, he took the bottom role, cooked meals, and gave him money. At twenty-seven, he went home and came out to his parents like a good son, picking up a pair of wedding rings along the way. When he was about to propose, he received notice that he was being transferred to become general manager of a branch office. In the president's office, he saw his sweetheart, along with an invitation to his sweetheart's engagement party. The sweetheart he'd carefully doted on, Qi Xishi, told him, "Zhou Junyan, you can keep working as a director. I'll still stay at your place at night. We can keep things just like before." Zhou Junyan went back to his office and took a nap. Then he pushed open the president's office door and left Qi Xishi with one parting remark: "Fuck you." You think I can't handle a brat like you? Theme: If you persevere, you'll eventually see the light.