The World Is Vast, but My Husband Comes First

Blurb One: The young master grew up in a family of physicians, showered with love by everyone around him. But he was born with a delicate constitution, and a fortune-teller said he had a "rich man's illness." His two fathers were so protective that they feared he'd melt if they held him in their mouths or break if they held him in their hands. But they were so much older than him. Once a hundred years had passed, who would look after their precious boy? Perhaps some people are simply born lucky, destined to grow up cherished. The young master met the husband fate had chosen for him. A burly man worked hard to give his beloved husband a comfortable life, opening a congee shop, going into business, and cultivating medicinal fields... One radish for every hole, one lid for every pot. A match made in heaven, a fated love. Blurb Two: Before he figured it out: Chi San (with a fierce look): What hand-holding? If I don't admit it, it never happened. The young master gets sick from a gust of wind. He's too delicate. A healthy, sturdy one would be better. Why does he bring me things every day? Is he... No way. I won't give in. After he figured it out: Chi San (with a spring in his eyes): So I held Yun Ge's hand when we were little. I had good taste even as a child. My Yun Ge is hard to care for, so it's safest if I look after him myself. So my Yun Ge liked me all along. (If I say so, then it's true.) Ling Yun: Huh? Mm? Oh. Fine. Whatever Third Brother says goes. Welcome to the daily life of a country boy's self-conquest. Theme: Love your partner as you would tend a flower.