The Manor Lord Raised His Childhood Friend as His Wife

[Blurb]

Wen Zhiyuan transmigrated, bringing his game System along with him.

Before transmigrating, his game class was Feather Note. Afterward, he became the young master of Feather Note Pavilion. It sounded like he was about to become the male lead of some web novel and embark on a genius's face-slapping comeback journey.

But he was still a baby.

A babbling baby who could only lie flat and wasn't in the best of health.

So Wen Zhiyuan could only watch helplessly as his mother sent him to stay with a close friend. He ended up sharing a crib with Fu Linque, the young master of Spirit Crane Manor, and began a daily routine of waking up with drool smeared all over his face, being led by the hand to sleep together even though he could barely roll over.

At one, during the ceremonial first-birthday grab, Wen Zhiyuan picked up a jade flute, while Fu Linque picked him.

At three, Wen Zhiyuan started learning to dress himself, while Fu Linque started learning to tie his hair.

At five, their parents ordered them to sleep in separate rooms, but Fu Linque climbed through the window into Wen Zhiyuan's bed every night.

At eight, they began practicing calligraphy and painting. Wen Zhiyuan worked hard every day to correct his habit of writing characters incorrectly (in simplified Chinese), while Fu Linque carefully sketched him day after day.

At eleven, Wen Zhiyuan was to be taken home. For the first time, the little cool guy Fu Linque cried for a full hour. Wen Zhiyuan couldn't help it, and kissed his cheek just as he had when they were little before leaving.

At sixteen, Wen Zhiyuan got permission from his elders to venture out into the martial world, where he met his childhood friend again.

Fu Linque stood tall and graceful, his handsome features as refined as a celestial being descended to earth, dressed all in white.

Everyone in the martial world said that the young masters of Feather Note Pavilion and Spirit Crane Manor were beauties of two completely different kinds: one was a lively, dazzling picture of worldly prosperity, the other a light, tranquil ink painting.

But in a private room where no one could see, Fu Linque, who seemed so aloof in public, would pin Wen Zhiyuan to the bed and hold him tightly, possessively stealing the breath from his mouth bit by bit.

"Was that Miss Bai at today's Martial Arts Assembly really so beautiful that she deserved more than three seconds of your attention?"

Dizzy from all the kissing, Wen Zhiyuan thought: Miss Bai? Who?

P.S. This is a work the author wrote for their own enjoyment. All the manor masters and sects and such are old-school settings (づ- 3 -)づ

Theme: Live well.