How to Handle a Cold-Faced Daddy

Ruan Zhiran was Xu Jingnan's stepson, with nothing but the title of a young master.

He had little status and no say, but was far too beautiful.

He was born with a smiling face, and his skin bruised at the slightest touch.

Even when he was pinched until red marks covered his body, he would cry with crescent-shaped eyes and say, "It doesn't hurt."

[Deadweight, your calves are so pale.]

[Three million for one night?]

[Don't walk alone at night. You make people want to commit crimes.]

[Even your toes are pink.]

Ruan Zhiran silently deleted the harassing texts and ignored the shirts and underwear that kept mysteriously disappearing from his dorm room. He just hoped he could grow up as soon as possible.

Then his stepfather gave him a belt, running a finger across his stomach. "Xiao Ruan, your waist is so sexy."

Ruan Zhiran turned around in horror. "You're my father."

"That makes it even more interesting, child."

*

Ruan Zhiran took refuge in the bed of Fu Jiyun, son of the richest man in the country.

He'd heard that the man was cruel by nature and had impossibly high standards.

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, Ruan Zhiran raised a red riding crop in both hands and bowed his head, revealing his slender, pale neck. "Mr. Fu, could you please like me?"

Looking down at him, the man scorched Ruan Zhiran's exposed skin with his gaze.

Ruan Zhiran trembled, his knees aching, before he heard the man's inscrutable chuckle.

He asked, "What makes you think you deserve that?"

The harassment he'd endured became Ruan Zhiran's leverage.

When Fu Jiyun casually remarked in bed that he would look good with an earring, Ruan Zhiran took the words to heart.

After Ruan Zhiran had used every trick he could think of, he finally saw Fu Jiyun again. He deliberately showed off the earring in his earlobe.

Only when the man saw the earring did he remember him. His tone was scornful. "Cheap junk."

This time, the "cheap junk" got his wish and moved into Fu Jiyun's house, but Fu Jiyun never touched him again.

All his "experience with being harassed" was useless.

Wearing a student-style hoodie and nothing on his legs, he walked up to the man. "Mr. Fu, I'm ready."

The man sounded displeased. "You bought so many pairs of pants, and you don't like a single one?"

In the deserted wilderness, he deliberately stumbled against the man, hinting, "Mr. Fu, there's no one here."

The man sighed and crouched in front of him. "Get on. I'll carry you."

Even when he offered himself on a platter, the man only pinched his limp little thing and mocked him. "Ruan Zhiran, you're no good at this."

Ruan Zhiran knew Fu Jiyun looked down on him, so every day he came up with new ways to please the man.

But then Fu Jiyun discovered the truth.

Ruan Zhiran had attached himself to Fu Jiyun only to escape his stepfather's advances.

Fu Jiyun hated being deceived most of all, so Ruan Zhiran left of his own accord.

His new life was calm and peaceful: no harassment from his stepfather, and no need to please anyone.

But whenever Ruan Zhiran went to and from work, he kept seeing a familiar car.

As autumn turned to winter, he fell ill in his unheated rental apartment. Fu Jiyun opened the door with a key as if he knew the place by heart. "You'd rather die of illness than stay with me?"

Ruan Zhiran couldn't understand why the usually proud, cold man seemed so aggrieved, as if he'd been abandoned.

With his fever-addled mind, he asked in a daze, "Weren't you the one who rejected me first?"

Urgent kisses and caresses brushed his skin...

This time, he didn't need to seduce the man, and even telling him to stop was useless.

*

Fu Jiyun, heir to the Yongxi Group, was born with more wealth than most people could accumulate in ten lifetimes.

He softened for a moment and brought a beautiful boy home,

only to be deceived by the boy's sweet talk for two years.

After learning the truth, he thought it over calmly for a month,

then chose to forgive him anyway.

And yet...

When he swallowed his pride and tried to make up, he was told: It's over.

My next novel is The Daily Discipline of a Sweet Little Fool. Please add it to your collections, my dearest readers!

A mischievous, flirtatious little fox who causes trouble, the bottom X a stiff, caring, fatherly top who worries himself sick

Wen Liangyu was the darling of his family. His parents and elder brothers wouldn't dare go against his wishes.

He had countless admirers outside the home, surrounded by a flock of pretty butterflies who competed to win his favor.

The Wen family was always afraid Liangyu would be lured away by some punk with dyed hair.

The good news: Liangyu had no room in his heart for romance.

The bad news: He had no room for anything serious, either. His head was empty, and he spent every day finding new ways to have fun, often disappearing for two or three days at a time.

The Wen family couldn't bring themselves to hit him or scold him.

When Liangyu went to university, they entrusted him to his fiance, who lived in the capital.

Their grandmothers had arranged the engagement. Liangyu had no memory of what Cen Zhaoshan looked like, and he hated that Cen Zhaoshan was overseas yet still trying to control him from afar.

When he arrived in the capital, the first thing he did was invite his friends to a bar.

He drank until he was barely conscious. His palm-sized, fair face flushed, and his eyes grew hazy and glistening.

His lashes fluttered as he clung to a stranger's shoulder and asked, "Hi, are you the male companion my friend ordered?"

By the time Wen Liangyu led the man back to their booth, someone was already sitting beside his friend.

"Sorry, my friend didn't order you," Wen Liangyu said with an apologetic smile.

His eyes were sultry, his gaze rippling as he swayed softly into the man's arms.

With his sharp, cold features, the man put an arm around Wen Liangyu's waist and lifted him up. "Your friend ordered one. Didn't you?"

Wen Liangyu shook his head sadly. "That lousy fiance of mine confiscated all my allowance!"

*

Cen Zhaoshan didn't find his little fiance at the airport. He tracked him down to a bar, where he was mistaken for a male escort.

He carried the drunken boy home, wiped his face, changed his clothes, and coaxed him to sleep.

It took the whole night.

The first thing Liangyu said when he saw him was, "Good morning, male companion!"

Cen Zhaoshan looked at the boy with bedhead and sleepy eyes, who seemed utterly innocent of the ways of the world. Suppressing his anger, he said, "Baby, you should call me husband."

Wen Liangyu: "Get lost! You wouldn't even make the list of my eight husbands!"

Long-distance care turned into close-up discipline.

Wen Liangyu went out of his way to defy Cen Zhaoshan at every turn.

Cen Zhaoshan strictly forbade him from going to disreputable places, so Liangyu went anywhere that looked interesting.

Murder-mystery games, bars, trendy clothing stores, racetracks, escape rooms...

At any hour of the night or early morning, Cen Zhaoshan could drag Liangyu out of whatever amusement spot he was at and take him home.

Then came punishment, again and again.

Some time later, when a friend invited Wen Liangyu to play a murder-mystery game and book a male companion,

Wen Liangyu covered his red, swollen bottom and shook his head. "I'm not going. My husband is the most handsome. I only love him. I'm not interested in other men."

That night, after Cen Zhaoshan finished checking the security cameras as usual, Wen Liangyu kissed his cheek. "Husband, I was so good today. Can I have a reward?"

Cen Zhaoshan: "Good baby. Your reward is a marriage certificate."

Wen Liangyu: "(•̩̩̩̩_•̩̩̩̩) I only wanted to go out and have a little fun."

My next novel: The Sickly Young Master Dresses as a Woman and Hooks Himself a Real Daddy

An Yu was a true young master, treasured like gold and jade.

He was frail and sickly, fussy and demanding, and had countless enemies.

Then his family fell on hard times, and the endless supply of tonics was cut off.

He couldn't afford to go to the hospital, even when he coughed up blood.

He even had to choose the cheapest phone plan.

His enemies ought to have been satisfied.

His own misery was hard enough to bear,

but seeing his enemies happy was even more infuriating.

To preserve the last shred of his dignity,

An Yu put on women's clothes and started livestreaming.

On his very first day, a big spender in his livestream room sent him straight to the top of the rankings.

An Yu nervously waited for him to make a request.

He fell asleep, but no private message came.

The second day.

The third day...

Whenever An Yu went live, he was guaranteed to reach number one within ten minutes.

Everyone wanted to know

just how beautiful the newly popular, faceless cross-dressing streamer was,

how rich the silent top donor was,

and whether the two of them had slept together.

Two months later,

An Yu's bank balance had grown at lightning speed,

and his conscience was growing more and more uneasy.

He sent the big spender a photo on his own initiative.

"Daddy, I cut my hand. Which hospital is closest?"

The wound on his hand was barely worth mentioning.

His slender legs were long and pale,

with a blue diamond garter squeezing a glossy ring of flesh.

The big spender sent him an address.

It was a cafe, not a hotel!

An Yu changed the big spender's contact name to: Purehearted Top Donor.

An Yu strode toward the cafe, full of confidence.

Then he turned around, made an excuse, and fled.

Oh no, this time he'd hooked a real daddy!

*

An Yu never could have imagined

that the silent top donor would be Fu Xiantang!

Before the An family fell on hard times, Fu Xiantang often came to drink tea with his father and even bought him toys.

Until he was sixteen, An Yu had always called him "Daddy."

Four years had passed, but the man's imposing presence as an elder remained.

An Yu decided to cut his losses and blocked Fu Xiantang across the entire internet.

He made an alternate account and secretly continued livestreaming.

When he eagerly went to dinner with his new top donor,

three burly bodyguards escorted him back to the mansion he'd once called home.

Fu Xiantang sat on the bed An Yu had slept in as a child, smiling coldly as he asked, "Baby, do you call everyone you meet Daddy?"

"I held you when you were little. Did they all hold you, too?"

Theme: Happiness will come at last