Who Says I Don’t Like Rugged Men?!

Yan Zheng is gay. He came out years ago and built a sizable business empire from scratch. He may live a rough-and-ready life, but he's handsome enough that people still set him up with all kinds of men. Some look like husbands who could keep a home perfectly organized, while others are sweet, gentle, and adorable. None of them sparked his interest. At a party, he unexpectedly spotted the notoriously bad-tempered and difficult Second Young Master Lu. The young master reminded him of the white balloon flowers he had accidentally killed as a boy: proud and noble, the sort who would die rather than let someone touch him. Yan Zheng wanted to try raising one again. He offered his business card. The young man took it politely, then turned around and dropped it into the trash. When someone teased him about how hard it would be, Yan Zheng set down his glass and gave a two-word answer. Not bad. That was before he was rejected once, twice, and three times. Lu Yiran was a bad-tempered balloon flower. He wouldn't say yes, and when he got angry, he even whacked Yan Zheng with his flower buds. Yan Zheng had to put up with it, and even when he touched him, he had to worry about knocking off a leaf. Yan Zheng: "..." Maybe he was a little difficult. -- Lu Yiran was gay too. Born into wealth, educated abroad, refined in appearance and elegant in taste, he was usually surrounded by so many men that he couldn't keep count. Lu Yiran had high standards and only went for impeccably dressed, one-in-a-million hunks. If a deranged suitor hadn't exposed his sexuality by showing up at his house, Second Young Master Lu could have been picky for the rest of his life. After his furious old man banished him to the sticks, Second Young Master Lu finally spotted a hunk he liked. Up close, the man was handsome, but hardly a hunk. And like everyone else, he offered Lu Yiran a business card. Lu Yiran regrettably gave him another look, clicking his tongue to himself. His pecs are practically busting through his shirt. He can't dress himself. What awful taste. What a shame. With a sigh, Lu Yiran tossed the hunk's business card in with the rest. Later, after running into him many times, he finally realized the man wasn't trying to get in with the Lu family. He was after Lu Yiran himself. Well, maybe he didn't have completely awful taste. "..." Later still, thanks to circumstances beyond his control, Lu Yiran moved into the home of a certain hunk from the sticks. The hunk might look rough, have a hard temper, and feel painfully scratchy to the touch, but he would bend down and follow Lu Yiran around, picking up the clothes he tossed aside. He let him sit on his thigh to eat watermelon and squatted down to scrub his pants for him. After that period, everyone knew Lu Yiran had suddenly changed his type. He went from impeccably dressed, one-in-a-million hunks to rough men in bargain-store clothes, but nobody knew why. In the old house, a tall man carried a plate of freshly made egg fried rice out of the kitchen, head bowed. The apron ties hung from his lower back, brushing his firm rear, and the golden fried rice smelled delicious. Looking at the young master perched by the dining table, Yan Zheng bent to set down the plate. The warm light gave his muscular arms a honey-colored sheen. "You said I had no taste and was too controlling, and that I'd never win you over?" Lu Yiran looked him up and down, then poked the firm, springy, wheat-colored abs in front of him. "Dependable and hardworking." "I like you." What do they know! Even when it comes to rough men, I have the best taste! A bad-tempered, spoiled young master who loves to throw a fit x an honest, capable older man who raised a flower strong enough to whack people A short palate cleanser, just some sweet everyday moments, written for my own enjoyment -- Here's a preview of my upcoming novel! The Fake Young Master Becomes a Rough Man's Wife Zhong Zhen was a pampered young master for twenty years. Then he discovered he was a fake and returned penniless to the old house his birth parents had left behind. The Zhong family had raised him for twenty years with the intention of marrying him off for an alliance. Once he lost that value, Zhong Zhen was left with nothing. The house was tiny, and his parents were dead. Lost and bewildered, Zhong Zhen had no idea what to do with his future. After thinking it over, he decided to learn how to cook his own dinner first! Also, the muscular hunk next door looked really scary. Today he had to learn to climb over the wall, so he could avoid running into him in the future! - Tan Sheng had once received help with his tuition from the couple next door. After the Zhong couple died unexpectedly, Tan Sheng had wanted to take in the child they'd left behind and look after him. But the child next door spent money like water, complained that Tan Sheng's factory was too noisy and dirty, and ran off to pick up all sorts of bad habits. When he returned, he even brazenly demanded that Tan Sheng repay his kindness. After helping him out a few times, Tan Sheng gave up. Everyone has their own fate. After the Zhong couple's real son moved in next door, Tan Sheng made a point of not rushing to approach him. But then, in the dim bathhouse, he pulled aside the curtain. And saw a pair of arms as white as snow. Zhong Zhen was equally stunned. That naked man has huge pecs! He'd never seen anyone with pecs that big in the Zhong family! Only later did Tan Sheng discover that Zhong Zhen was gentle and sweet, with an impossibly good temper and an impossibly soft body. Tan Sheng wanted to put him on a pedestal and protect him. - It's basically a rough man's story about his sweet, delicate wife Theme: Love can be found around the corner