The Young Master of the Capital's Contract Wife

★ One woman, two men, brothers in a love triangle

★ Money-loving, carefree bottom x older daddy / younger wolfdog tops

The Feng family is one of the most prestigious families in the capital's elite circles. The eldest son, Feng Yue, has a face that draws countless men and women to him.

But no one expected Feng Yue to suddenly get married, especially not to a man.

Chu Zhi, buried in a mountain of bad debt, went to the capital to try his luck. And as it turned out, a windfall really did fall from the sky.

Sure, he'd have to marry a man, but he could get divorced and walk away a year later.

And it was ten million! Ten million!!!

Only an idiot would turn that down!

As soon as they signed the contract, Chu Zhi began living the good life, with his husband never home and money to spend as he pleased.

Maybe his life was just too good, because his comeuppance finally arrived.

Feng Zhuo, the notorious playboy second son of the Feng family, had returned from abroad, and he seemed to dislike Chu Zhi in every way.

One accident, one night of chaos.

Chu Zhi's wonderful life became a mess.

“Feng Zhuo, I'm your brother's wife,” Chu Zhi reminded him again. “Your brother's home right now. Do you really want to fall out with him?”

“Did he ever tell you that I like taking things from him?” Feng Zhuo trapped Chu Zhi in a narrow space and whispered in his ear, “Especially someone like you, who looks so proper... fake sister-in-law.”

After speaking, Feng Zhuo raised his eyes and looked provocatively toward the shadows by the spiral staircase.

At some point, Feng Yue began coming home more and more often, and his behavior toward Chu Zhi grew increasingly intimate.

Chu Zhi struggled to keep up, until one day the truth finally slipped out.

·

Chu Zhi finally made it to the end of the contract.

“Zhizhi, come abroad and marry me after the divorce.”

Feng Zhuo gently kissed his lips, his words fading between their moist lips and teeth.

But on the eve of the divorce, just after night fell, Feng Yue pinned him against the floor-to-ceiling window.

His callused fingertips slowly traced Chu Zhi's reddened eyes, rubbing away the dampness and making his whole body tremble with heat.

“Zhizhi, you're trembling so much...” Feng Yue kissed his burning earlobe. His voice was hoarse, carrying an unfinished laugh and a threat. “Will you even be able to get up tomorrow?”

[Highlight: All tops are sexually inexperienced.]

Archived on December 10, 2025.

Theme: Optimists live forever.