Uncle, Open the Door, It's Your Husband

[Age gap + sneakers beat dress shoes]

Qin Shu's partner cheated on him with a forty-five-year-old bar owner.

On the day of the divorce, he was calm, even relieved.

Until the other man's son came knocking.

Twenty years old, 188 centimeters tall, in a black hoodie, track pants, and white sneakers. He stood at the door with a sincere look on his face.

Zhou Jinran: "Uncle Qin! I'm angry at my dad for doing this too. I'm on your side."

Qin Shu leaned against the doorframe without saying a word.

Zhou Jinran: "Let me apologize for my dad. How about I treat you to dinner?"

Qin Shu glanced at him. He was pretty handsome, and more importantly, he didn't look like his father, so he wasn't annoying to look at.

He said he couldn't cook, so he came over every day to mooch meals made by Qin Shu's housekeeper. Zhou Jinran sat across from him, ate quietly, and then washed the dishes.

He started bringing gifts: a potted plant, a very expensive bottle of wine. One time, he accidentally locked his keys inside his own home, and Qin Shu let him sleep on the couch.

One rainy night, he came again.

A faint bruise marked his mouth, a thread had come loose at his cuff, and he stood at the door, drenched from head to toe. He said nothing, just looked at Qin Shu.

"What's wrong? Who hurt you?" Qin Shu asked.

He turned his face away and spoke very softly. "My dad hit me. He said I'm biting the hand that feeds me."

Qin Shu was silent for a moment, then stepped aside to let him in. He found him clean clothes and brought out the first-aid kit.

As Qin Shu treated his injuries while he sat on the couch, he suddenly reached out and gently pinched Shen Du's sleeve.

He didn't cross a line or overstep. He just held on and wouldn't let go.

His eyes were lowered, rain still clinging to his lashes, and his fingers trembled slightly.

At that moment, Qin Shu's heart softened.

Zhou Jinran moved in.

He slept on the couch, cooked, and washed the dishes. Sometimes, when Qin Shu worked late into the night, he'd leave a cup of hot milk on the table, then quietly slip away.

He was unbelievably obedient.

Until that night.

Qin Shu had had a little to drink at a business dinner and was resting with his eyes closed on the couch.

He heard the young man walk over and crouch down, bringing their gazes level.

"Uncle Qin, are you tired?"

Qin Shu didn't open his eyes. He trusted this kid completely.

Then he felt a kiss land on the corner of his mouth.

It was light and brief, trembling with the restraint of youth.

As if he'd held back for a long time, but finally couldn't anymore.

Qin Shu's eyes flew open, his voice tense. "You..."

"Uncle Qin." Beneath his obedient eyes, emotions Qin Shu couldn't understand surged. His finger slowly traced Qin Shu's cuff, the same spot as that night, but this time he didn't hold back. "You're drunk. Just pretend none of this happened tonight."

"Let me have a taste, my dear uncle."

Scheming, possessive college student x self-made business owner, ages 20 and 35, younger man, melodramatic sweet romance

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Theme: True love is priceless! Age gaps are forever!