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[Mutual healing]
[Obsessive seme x little sunshine uke]
Song Yuan is reborn in 1997, and from the start, he finds himself facing a big shot chained up with a dog leash.
The future pharmaceutical tycoon is on the brink of death, just a pitiful little thing for now.
Song Yuan: Well, would you look at that.
He resolves to cling tight to this golden thigh.
*
Given a second life and returned to 1997, Song Yuan takes on the worst of the family, drives out bullies, gives his scumbag father a taste of his own medicine, and protects his widowed mother. He casually takes the top spot in the citywide exams, and, as a side project, gets their struggling herbal medicine shop back on its feet.
He sees Shen Li again at an investment promotion conference.
Song Yuan takes the final turn at the podium. The lights are gradually going out, and the attendees are shaking their heads, preparing to leave. He delivers a speech about passing down the culture of traditional Chinese medicine.
His voice is clear, his eyes brimming with passionate hope as he speaks with intimate knowledge of Chinese herbal medicine.
Those who were leaving turn back. The lights and attention gather around him.
"The crisis is worsening, and the space for traditional Chinese medicine to survive is shrinking rapidly. But the wisdom of our ancestors must not end here..."
The young man onstage surveys the room, speaking naturally, neither servile nor arrogant.
When he finishes, thunderous applause fills the room.
Shen Li sits in a corner, gazing at that dazzling figure.
No one knows that this is the person he has kept hidden in his heart for all these years.
*The story of how I accidentally became a big shot's white moonlight.
"There are angelica by the Yuan, orchids by the Li; I think of you, my lord, but dare not speak."
This story involves traditional Chinese medicine culture. Corrections are welcome.
Both leads are each other's first and only. Happy ending.
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The Real Young Master Keeps Treating Me as a Stand-In
1.
To outsiders, Han Jing'an seems cold, aloof, and abstinent: the real young master who finally made it back to a wealthy family. He has a pretty face, but acts ruthlessly and decisively, is indifferent to others, and seems untouchable.
Zhao Xiyan scoffs at that. He's the only one who knows Han Jing'an is a mad dog who throws himself at him.
The CEO of the prestigious Han family actually kneels beneath his dorm bed in a tailored suit. Beneath his immaculate shirt, he's hiding lace, ready to do whatever he's told.
He has a face that looks cold and passionless, yet dares to pick the lock on Zhao's apartment in the middle of the night, hold him close, kiss and bite him, then pant as he puts his tie in Zhao's hand.
And he's far too possessive, forbidding Zhao from getting close to anyone. Whenever he catches him doing so, he resorts to the most despicable means.
Zhao flies into a rage, but Han Jing'an only looks at him with feigned innocence and shamelessness, undoing his pants with long, pale fingers.
What a fucking slut.
Zhao thinks as he grips that slender waist. It's only a matter of time before he gets rid of Han Jing'an.
2.
After returning to the country, Zhao Xiyan thinks he'll be relieved to escape his neurotic ex-boyfriend.
But at a banquet, he sees Han Jing'an chatting and laughing with another man. The man even puts an arm around his shoulder, and the sight is unbearable.
Before he realizes what's happening, he's twisted the stranger's elbow until it's dislocated.
That night, he returns to his villa. Before he can turn on the lights, a cold hand grips his ankle.
Han Jing'an presses against him like a snake, kneeling on the floor and wrapping his arms around Zhao's waist. He brings his nose close and licks him, enraptured.
Zhao Xiyan can't take it anymore.
Later, he comes to terms with it. The formidable Mr. Han, feared throughout the business world, is all coquettish and wanton in front of him. Keeping Han Jing'an as a fuck buddy wouldn't be so bad.
Later still, he decides marrying Han Jing'an might not be such a bad idea either.
Until he has a wedding ring custom-made and goes to Han Jing'an's villa early to wait for him, hoping to surprise him with a rare romantic gesture.
But in the basement, he sees a wall covered in photographs: the eldest son of the Zhao family, who died in a plane crash, his own older brother, with a face seven-tenths like his and a smiling gaze fixed on him.
And Han Jing'an, staring with eyes just like his at the lace underwear locked inside a display case.
Zhao Xiyan clutches the diamond ring, his nails almost digging into his flesh.
3.
Han Jing'an grew up in a filthy alley. His father drank and gambled, while his mother was gravely ill.
At nineteen, he was reclaimed by a wealthy family. But his biological parents couldn't bear to let go of the fake young master they'd raised for nineteen years, and they couldn't stand Han Jing'an's poor and shabby air. They ignored him, listened to the fake young master's advice, forbade him from continuing his education, and threw him, inexperienced and unprepared, into the company to work his way up from the bottom.
At the fake young master's direction, Han Jing'an was pushed to the brink of survival every day.
But then he met someone: the eldest son of the Zhao family, who cleared obstacles for him and held him as he fell asleep on countless late nights.
Han Jing'an fell in love and asked him to elope.
He never expected the man to die in a plane crash.
Three years later, he met Zhao Xiyan.
This mercurial second young master had a face he couldn't resist.
So what if their personalities were completely different? As long as Zhao Xiyan's face was in sight, Han Jing'an would be so turned on his scalp tingled.
4.
Later, Second Young Master Zhao finally takes back the family fortune. The first thing he does is tie Han Jing'an up in the basement.
"Take a good look," he snarls, biting the back of the other's neck. "Who's fucking you now..."
Han Jing'an's pupils are unfocused. He gazes blankly at the photographs on the wall.
Zhao Xiyan forces him to turn around and kiss him. In the space between gasps, he thinks:
It doesn't matter. He'll accept being a stand-in. The dead are dead, after all.
They'll never come back.
[Cold, obsessive uke x domineering rich second-generation seme]
Reading guide:
1. The uke is genuinely crazy. He treats the seme like a living doll and keeps the dead man's belongings.
2. The seme starts out a stubborn king, then ends up crying and begging for chains to wear himself.
3. The fake young master's whole family gets their reckoning, their ashes scattered in the Pacific.
4. Both leads are each other's first and only. No further explanation.
5. Don't read if it's not your thing! Don't read if it's not your thing! Don't read if it's not your thing! This is an indulgence piece. All hostile discussion is forbidden, and no writing advice, please.
Theme: Stand on your own and promote traditional culture
I feel like this is the most frustrating rebirth story so far. None of the problems before rebirth have been solved in advance.
I would like to give the author a suggestion. It would be better to delete or change the setting "Song Yuan is an accomplice who targets Shen Li". I don't think most people would accept an accomplice who harmed them before and later helps them, then just forget about it and regard him as a great benefactor. Even if Song Yuan had just watched with cold eyes, it would be more reasonable than being an accomplice.
Ahhhh, it's finished. I really like this novel.
Wuwuwu, I feel that Shou is a very gentle person, and he has his own rhythm. He is a very determined child. The author greatly requests updates!
The main reason is that Song Yuan is not a very strong person. He should be more gentle. To be honest, he resisted when he should have resisted. He will definitely grow up in the future.
People like Zhou Wenzhi are really annoying
Hmm... The recognition was a bit abrupt and a bit awkward
Or did he choose to save him because he was the boss many years later? This setting is really speechless.
The protagonist is a little kid, trying to help the boss by opening the chain and bandaging is useless. When his uncle comes back, the protagonist will have to be beaten. Why not call the police or contact the Women's Federation?
. . . I really think I am a child