A Guide to Raising a Vile, Universally Hated Beauty

[New story [The Pretty Little Blind Boy Is Doted On] is now out] Pretty, mean, universally despised shou x older wealthy daddy gong Su Yan was born with an exceptionally beautiful face, but the environment he grew up in left him with a whole host of bad habits. He was the young master of the Su family who had been lost outside the home. Less than a month after returning, he had turned the household upside down. He'd stolen things, hit people, and taken money. He'd done it all. In the end, his biological parents almost threw him out of the house, but then his fiancé, whom he'd never met, suddenly showed up and said he would take him in. Su Yan didn't think he'd done anything wrong. How could taking things from his own family count as stealing? They belonged to him anyway. The Zhou family was rich, truly upper class. Su Yan happily followed his fiancé home, and as he looked at all the dazzling things in the mansion, his fingers itched to take them. Su Yan thought that Zhou Xuchuan was so rich he wouldn't care about little things like that, and started plotting how to make them his. On the first day, he put a small ornament from his room in his bag. On the second, he took a teacup from the shelf. On the third, he took a teapot. On the fourth, he took an expensive vase… He kept testing the limits, little by little, until he went straight into Zhou Xuchuan's room to steal. This time, he was caught red-handed, and Zhou Xuchuan laid down rules with a cold expression. If he stole again, Zhou Xuchuan would spank him. If he still didn't learn his lesson, Zhou Xuchuan would touch his body. If he still didn't learn, Zhou Xuchuan would kiss him. Bad habits picked up as a child aren't easy to break. Zhou Xuchuan had practically kissed Su Yan's lips raw, and he still hadn't kicked the habit. Zhou Xuchuan said the punishment wasn't severe enough. If Su Yan did it again, he'd fuck his ass. Su Yan was terrified and kept telling himself not to steal again, but when he saw the shiny, precious gem that had appeared on the shelf, he couldn't resist taking it. Zhou Xuchuan had told him he could take anything he wanted, as long as he told him first. But Su Yan enjoyed the thrill of sneaking around, so Zhou Xuchuan fucked his ass. The punishments grew harsher each time, but Su Yan never learned his lesson. If anything, he looked forward to Zhou Xuchuan's punishments more and more. It wasn't until later that Su Yan learned that all the beautiful things he liked had been deliberately left out by Zhou Xuchuan to tempt him into stealing, all so Zhou Xuchuan could punish him. Su Yan flew into a rage, packed his things, and tried to leave, but Zhou Xuchuan held him around the waist and pinned him against the wall. “Baby, did I ever tell you what the punishment for running away is?” As Su Yan struggled, he cursed, “You lying bastard! I don't care what the punishment is. I'm done with you.” Then a huge diamond ring Zhou Xuchuan pulled out won Su Yan's heart. Zhou Xuchuan told him, “Yan Yan is so beautiful. Only the most beautiful diamond is good enough for you.” Su Yan was so pleased by the praise that he floated, and before he knew it, he'd been tricked into bed and thoroughly worn out. Important: 1. Neither character is perfect; they're both pretty messed up. The shou is weak and spoiled, with a temper. He has kleptomania, and it'll take a long time for him to overcome it. He has plenty of other little problems, too. Please don't read if that bothers you. The gong has a certain kind of addiction. 2. Both are each other's only partner. 3. The blurb has been revised. 4. Please don't read if you're an extreme fan of either character. 6. Same-sex marriage is legal in this setting. 7. Please read the content warnings carefully. If any of this bothers you, don't read. Please don't attack the characters or the author. Upcoming story divider Pretty, delicate little blind-boy shou x seemingly gentle but actually extremely controlling fatherly gong Five-year-old Ji Yao had once again been driven out of his adoptive parents' home and had nowhere to go when he met a strange older boy. The boy asked if he wanted to go with him, promising to take care of him from then on. Ji Yao hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded. He took Xie Congxiao's hand and said earnestly, “Big brother, if you don't want to take care of me someday, please tell me in advance. Don't suddenly kick me out, and don't say you'll break my legs, okay?” Xie Congxiao crouched in front of him and hooked their little fingers, solemnly promising, “No matter what happens, I'll never abandon you. We'll always be together.” Five-year-old Ji Yao didn't understand the weight of those words. But for many years afterward, he was always led by that big hand. Even when he suddenly went blind at eight, Xie Congxiao kept holding his hand and became his eyes. Ji Yao had always wondered why Xie Congxiao, who wasn't related to him at all, would spend so much time and money raising him and helping him succeed, pamper him without limits, and also be strict with him, like a stern parent. Ji Yao enjoyed it. He liked being looked after by his big brother, and didn't think he was strict. On the contrary, Xie Congxiao spoiled him so much that he became helpless and delicate. After Ji Yao went blind, Xie Congxiao spoiled him even more. Xie Congxiao might say strict things, but as soon as Ji Yao's lips trembled and tears started to fall, he would soften and apologize first. If Ji Yao wanted something, Xie Congxiao would find a way to get him the stars and moon. For a long time, Ji Yao thought Xie Congxiao was an angel sent from heaven to save him. Then Ji Yao accidentally found Xie Congxiao's diary. He used his phone's text recognition and read-aloud function, and learned that every densely written page was about him. Xie Congxiao had known him in his previous life, and the person who stayed by Ji Yao's side when he died had been Xie Congxiao. Ji Yao couldn't believe it and asked him about it. Xie Congxiao denied it outright, saying it wasn't his diary and that Ji Yao had made a mistake. Eighteen-year-old Ji Yao held the diary and turned his sightless eyes toward Xie Congxiao. “What were we to each other in our previous life?” Xie Congxiao kept denying it. “There is no previous life. Don't let your imagination run wild.” Ji Yao used his trump card, threatening to run away from home and never come back if Xie Congxiao didn't tell him. With no other choice, Xie Congxiao told him the truth. After hearing it, Ji Yao cried uncontrollably and asked between sobs, “Were you sad when I died? Why did you return to your childhood? Did you die too?” Xie Congxiao didn't say much. He gently wiped away Ji Yao's tears. “I came to find you. I couldn't bear to let Xiaxia suffer alone.” Crying, Ji Yao asked, “Big brother, will you be with me?” Xie Congxiao smiled. “Haven't we been together since we were little?” Ji Yao blushed. “Not like that. Like we were in our previous life.” Blurb archived on September 3, 2025. Theme: Don't mess around with rich people.