The Mute Boy and the Rich Older Man

On Qiao Nian's eighteenth birthday, his adoptive mother unexpectedly called him and said she wanted to celebrate with him. Clinging to one last hope, Qiao Nian went home, only for his adoptive father to knock him unconscious, drug him, and offer him as a gift to an old rich man. The rumored Shen Qingcen was heavy with pregnancy, temperamental, and said to have unusual tastes. Drugged, Qiao Nian was powerless to resist. At the point of despair, a voice as gentle as could be sounded by his ear: "Don't be afraid." Qiao Nian fell for those deep, captivating eyes. * Because Qiao Nian had been hit on the head, he temporarily couldn't speak, so Shen Qingcen let him stay at his home to recuperate. Shen Qingcen was nothing like the rumors. He was not only handsome and refined, but also gentle and considerate, taking especially good care of Qiao Nian. Qiao Nian finally had a quiet little nest of his own, and even his livestreaming while writing began to change in subtle ways. [Has Nian Nian started dating? Why does everything look all pink-filtered to me?] [Seriously, his typing sounds so cheerful today, tap tap tap. Before, it was always tap... tap..., like he was suffering.] [With hands as pretty as Nian Nian's, helping each other out must feel so...] Just then, the aloof number-one fan, "Qingci," sent him 10 deluxe cat beds. Qingci: Give me moderator. After Qiao Nian made him a moderator, Qingci silenced the person who had been talking out of line. [Why does this feel like he's declaring ownership?] [I think so too.] [Look, Nian Nian's hands have gone red.] Qiao Nian bashfully picked at his fingers. * Qiao Nian and "Qingci" exchanged contact information. "Qingci" sent him gifts, soothed him to sleep, and wished him a "happy birthday"... Never having been treated with such tenderness before, Qiao Nian soon developed a vague fondness for "Qingci." But Qiao Nian didn't think Qingci could really like him. They were just a number-one fan and a streamer. So, heartbroken, Qiao Nian blocked "Qingci." That night, someone burst through his bedroom door. Shen Qingcen, usually so gentle and composed, had lost his calm. Shen Qingcen: "Why did you block me?" The chat window clearly showed Qiao Nian talking to his number-one fan, Qingci! Qiao Nian: *0.0 A pitiful, slightly introverted bottom * a gentle, calculating top 1: Ten-year age gap Coming soon: "Mermaid Sings for Ten Yuan a Song," please add it to your collection! The mermaid Yu Yin transmigrates into the body of a useless young heir from a wealthy family, only to be kicked out on the very day he arrives. With no money to his name, Yu Yin has no choice but to livestream late at night: [Late-night singing, 10 yuan a song.] The bad news: Making money is so hard. Nobody's buying, qaq. The good news: Even though he doesn't get tips, all kinds of little animals pass by every day and shower him with coins. Today it's a limping snow wolf, tomorrow a parrot missing its tail feathers, the day after an arrogant cat with no appetite... After singing one day, Yu Yin buried his face in the belly of the new little black coal ball and took one sniff, then another. Singing every day and cuddling fluffy little animals is such a happy life! The little black coal ball gave him a sharp look with its round eyes, then soon began to doze off to Yu Yin's singing. * In the city, a legend about a mermaid music therapist gradually began to spread. Music therapists could use music to treat, soothe, and strengthen the mental realms of ability users. They were known as the strongest support specialists, one of the most revered professions in the world. Among music therapists, the most mysterious and powerful form was the mermaid, an S-rank fantasy species. That day, Yu Yin accidentally pressed the wrong button when ending his livestream. And so, a beautiful blue tail appeared plainly on camera. In the frame, a little black furball hugged the fish tail, snuggling against it. It clung to him, got batted away by the tail, clung again, and got batted away again. Yu Yin: "Go away. Didn't you get enough cuddles last night?" On camera, the little black coal ball transformed into a man, who kissed the faintly shimmering fish tail. "One more cuddle." The man was tall and handsome, and the medals on his shoulder were dazzling. Everyone was astonished. Isn't that the infamous Marshal, the God of Slaughter? How could that fearsome man's beast form be such an adorable little fluffball?! Wait... Why is there a mermaid here?! Theme: The future will always grow brighter.