Jiang Song, an honest man, had spent twenty years as an ordinary sparrow. Then his mother married into a wealthy family, and he gained a rich stepfather along with a gilded new status.
But Jiang Song wasn't the phoenix who would rise to fame overnight. That was his younger brother, Jiang Che.
Compared to the elder Jiang Song, who was honest and dull, the younger Jiang Che was smooth-tongued and clever. Their mother placed all her hopes on her youngest son, spending a fortune to send him overseas to study in the United States.
Jiang Song was sent to America too, supposedly to keep his younger brother company and take care of his daily needs.
Jiang Che spent money without restraint, using up his allowance before the end of every month. When Jiang Song called home asking for money, his mother blamed him for being bad with money, then transferred the funds straight into Jiang Che's bank account instead.
Jiang Song was barely scraping by, and with nowhere else to turn, he had no choice but to find a job.
That was when Celeste, a campus celebrity and heir to a North American business empire, appeared.
He opened a wallet bulging with banknotes in front of Jiang Song. "How much does he give you? I'll pay you double."
The honest Jiang Song flushed with anger. For the first time in his life, he hit someone, raising his hand and slapping Celeste. "Pervert!"
"I'm not for sale!"
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A new Chinese international student had joined the class next door. Like all the other freeloaders, he didn't catch Celeste's attention in the slightest.
Until one day, the student's companion showed up outside the school dormitory, carrying an insulated lunch box.
Black hair and eyes, fair skin, so thin that Celeste could knock ten of him down with one punch. His helpless look made him seem like a lost lamb.
But Celeste didn't want to knock him down. He wanted to have him.
After seeing how hard up Jiang Song was, Celeste confidently offered him generous terms, intending to poach him from that freeloader and hire him as his own companion.
He hadn't even finished speaking when a soft slap landed on his face, bringing with it the sweet scent of citrus laundry detergent.
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After that day, Celeste changed his mind.
Since he'd already been falsely accused, he might as well make the "crime" real.
One night after they got together, Celeste bit the back of Jiang Song's neck. His voice was low and his gaze obsessed. "Baby, you smell so good."
Jiang Song still didn't understand why his boyfriend, a rich second-generation heir, loved the smell of cheap laundry detergent so much. He begged and pleaded, "I'll wash your clothes with this detergent tomorrow, okay?"
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