Jiang Zhiyu grew up in the mountains and developed an honest, kindhearted nature.
One day, he fell off a cliff and woke up as the adoptive father of the real young master who had been found in a wealthy-family romance novel.
The real young master was eight years old, and it would be another ten years before the Xie family found him.
Looking at the dilapidated house wrecked by the flood and the child’s thin, frail figure, Jiang Zhiyu decided to send the boy back to his wealthy family ahead of schedule.
After a winding journey, he found the real young master’s uncle, a powerful figure in the capital’s elite circles who had established himself at the center of the scene while still young: Xie Jinyan, the newly appointed head of the Xie family.
But an accident led Jiang Zhiyu to spend one passionate night with his adoptive son’s uncle.
Fortunately, after many twists and turns, the Xie family took the real young master back.
Jiang Zhiyu rubbed his sore backside, telling himself he’d just spent the night getting poked with a stick.
*
A month later, Xie Jinyan came looking for him again.
In a private room scented with the subtle fragrance of dark wood, the cold and imposing scion glared menacingly at the man claiming to be pregnant with his child.
His features were gentle, his gaze clear, timid yet stubborn.
Ignoring his unfashionable clothes and the hint of a southern Wu dialect in his accent, he was an absurdly beautiful man.
Three childhood friends, all from equally prominent families, sized him up. Their fingers slowly rubbed the rims of their glasses, and their handsome faces wore expressions that were hard to read.
“Jinyan, I never expected you to have such unusual taste. You actually like a plain, country sort of beauty like this... I hear he’s from the countryside and a few years older than us?”
“Plain and simple? I doubt it. He’s already planning to tie you down with a child. He must have an ulterior motive.”
“If it happened once, it could happen again. I’ve seen plenty of people use illegitimate children to climb the social ladder. Don’t give him hope. You’ll only leave yourself with trouble.”
“N-no, that’s not it.” Jiang Zhiyu’s face turned bright red as he pulled out a sheet of paper. “I only want him to sign this, stating that he has nothing to do with the child and shouldn’t bother us in the future.”
Xie Jinyan: “...”
His expression turned absolutely grim.
*
Jiang Zhiyu ran away with the baby.
He planned to return to the countryside, have the child on his own, and raise them in a simple, peaceful life.
What he didn’t know was that the three noblemen who had regarded him as a “walking disaster” in that private room had long been watching him in secret, coveting him and preparing to take him in...
Couple: A guileless beauty who’s easy to handle despite his dull sensibilities, the shou x a proud heir who thinks he’s in control but keeps losing his grip on everything, the gong
[Sex first, love later / Pregnancy first, love later / “Fake” childhood friends clawing at each other. A melodramatic story about men who pick on an honest man, only to end up collared by him and falling for him inch by inch.]
Reading notes:
1. This is a male-pregnancy story with fictional elements. Please don’t apply it to real life.
2. Xie Jinyan is the gong. He is younger than the shou, and there is a three-year age gap.
3. Includes a mild groveling arc, a love rivalry, and a harem of men trained like dogs. The “fake” childhood friends claw at each other.
4. Updates between 9 and 10 p.m.
Next book: The Proud Beauty Is Taken In by His Mute Lackey After Bankruptcy
1.
Ying Xun was beautiful, dazzling, and adored by everyone.
Pampered as he grew up, he reached the age of nineteen only to face the most miserable summer of his life.
His family went bankrupt. His father was exposed for keeping a mistress and an illegitimate child, then drained the family’s assets and vanished.
His mother, overwhelmed by blow after blow, ended up unconscious in a hospital bed.
Overnight, the proud beauty fell from the clouds.
2.
A stuffy little alley.
Ying Xun was surrounded by a group of burly debt collectors demanding he repay what he owed. Otherwise, they would sell him to a rich woman or a rich man as a male escort.
Just as he was at his most desperate, a shadow appeared and rescued him from his predicament.
His rescuer was none other than the “mute lackey” he’d once ordered around and treated like a dog, making him jump whenever he called.
3.
The lackey was named Zhou Qian. He was the son of the housekeeper who worked for Ying Xun’s family.
He was a year younger than Ying Xun, with a pair of pitch-black, lifeless eyes that made his gaze seem strange. He couldn’t speak; he was mute.
But he was obedient, well-behaved, and sensible. He did whatever Ying Xun told him to.
The little mute carried Ying Xun’s schoolbag and peeled oranges, carefully removing every bit of pith from each segment.
He knew Ying Xun loved strawberries but was allergic to the fuzz on their skins, so each time he painstakingly picked off every bit of fuzz and every tiny black seed, then fed the strawberries to himself.
He even played “master and dog” with Ying Xun.
Everyone at school knew that Young Master Ying had a “dog” at his side, a mute lackey he could order around and make do whatever he pleased.
Ying Xun thoroughly enjoyed being waited on by the little mute.
4.
Everything changed in their second year of high school.
During swimming class, Ying Xun took off his uniform shirt, tossed it to the little mute, and went swimming.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted near the changing rooms.
The members of the rich-kid clique who were always fawning over Ying Xun came running to accuse the little mute. “Brother Xun, I knew your mute dog was up to no good. Do you know what he did? He secretly took your clothes and sniffed them while you were gone. He’s a pervert, a homosexual!”
Ying Xun went over and saw his usually honest, obedient mute lackey huddled in a corner of the changing room.
Blood ran from his forehead. He hung his head dejectedly, afraid to meet Ying Xun’s eyes, like a big dog that had done something wrong. Ying Xun’s clothes lay scattered around him.
That afternoon, word spread all over school that Zhou Qian was a “pervert who liked sniffing boys’ clothes.”
The next day, the housekeeper quit and disappeared from the Ying household with her son.
5.
Years later, the bankrupt young master ran into the mute lackey from back then.
Down on his luck, a sorry mess, and with nowhere left to turn.
He’d thought the lackey he’d once bullied and publicly humiliated would take revenge on him in the cruelest way.
Instead, the man took him home.
The little mute cared for him as diligently as before, treating him like a precious young master and holding him in the palm of his hand.
6.
Little by little, Ying Xun once again “fell” into the mute lackey’s attentive care.
He also decided he’d been too suspicious and had misunderstood the little mute all those years ago.
Zhou Qian was so good. Apart from being unable to speak, he was practically perfect. How could he be the pervert everyone had called him?
What Ying Xun didn’t know was that on the first night after he was taken in...
In the softly pattering bathroom, the gentle, obedient mute lackey whom Ying Xun thought had been misunderstood was lost in memories of the beautiful figure and waist he’d seen years ago in the changing room, framed by slanting beams of light and scattered shadows of flowers.
His rough fingers reached into the laundry basket and picked up one of Ying Xun’s shirts.
Warm water streamed down the powerful, towering body he’d somehow grown into. Zhou Qian tilted his head back, pressed the fabric, still scented with Ying Xun’s skin, over his face, and held it to his nose.
In his pitch-black, lifeless eyes, madness and longing surged beyond control...
[Couple: A proud beauty who’s bad-tempered, spoiled, and full of “young master” quirks, but often only putting on a brave front, the shou vs. A gloomy mute who’s a master of disguise, an insane warrior to the outside world, and a well-behaved puppy in front of his beloved, the gong]
Theme: Keep hope and optimism in your heart, and you can make a good life for yourself wherever you are.
Inexplicably, I like Huo very much, and I think his character is very touching.
Hahahahaha, first! From now on, when Jiang Jiang scolds Xie Gou, he will scold him, "Did you have a fever again?" [Gotou]
I really like Huo Fuzi [Spreading Flowers] See you in the next book
The baby is called "Meet Mommy" 🤩
If Xie is a little slow and unprepared, Huo will win in the end, and the other two are not optimistic from the beginning (although I know who won after reading the copy, let's assume)
Jiang Jiang is a very beautiful baby 🐰🐰🐰
I finally finished chasing it, it's a pretty good Qingxi novel ❤️, it's so sweet
The flowers are over, which one will I open next 💪
Give birth to a second child! Give birth to a second child! Give birth to a second child! 🐶
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