Is My Fiancé's Older Brother Flirting with Me?

One-month romance / melodramatic / slightly goofy / everyday romance Cen Xuerong returns home to attend a matchmaking meeting, with an agenda of his own. He agrees to his father's plan to marry the charming second son of the Rong family. On his first visit, he meets the Rong family's eldest son, Rong Keyuan. They once dated abroad for a month. On the second-to-last day, Cen Xuerong slipped away, leaving only a handmade iris card as a keepsake. Just when he thinks the marriage is going to fall through, Rong Keyuan does nothing to stop it. Until the engagement banquet. As Cen Xuerong is about to sign the marriage contract with the second son, Rong Keyuan reaches past his younger brother and takes the pen. Thanks to Rong Keyuan's careful planning, the two end up married by accident. Cen Xuerong tries to run again, but by then he's already lost in Rong Keyuan's love, unable to pull away. A model bottom who says one thing and means another vs. a scheming, fatherly heir to a wealthy family top, nine years older A writing exercise, short story, ending soon Chapters 1-16 will be locked for paid readers. - Coming soon: The Fake Young Master’s Reluctant Sickbed Routine [Sickly, disabled, long-haired beauty fake young master bottom vs. possessive, fatherly movie-star top] Sheng Huaiyu is a nobody, a fake "young master" in the unimaginably wealthy Sheng family. The winter night of his seventeenth birthday. The Sheng family mansion blazes with light to celebrate the real young master's birthday. In the cramped, pitch-black attic, Sheng Huaiyu, born on the same day of the same month of the same year, lies tightly wrapped in a thin blanket. His fever burns, and his lower leg, once broken in a car accident, hurts like it's being torn apart. The pain seeps into his bones and beads his forehead with cold sweat. His ink-black hair sticks to his temples. His face is a tangled mess, ghostly pale but flushed with an unhealthy redness. This time, he wants to be free of it all for good. A deafening bang. A thought crosses Sheng Huaiyu's mind: Are they setting off fireworks? Every year, the real young master's birthday is celebrated with spectacular, dazzling fireworks. They boom just like this, one after another. When will they set off fireworks for me? Just once would be enough. A figure rushes in: a man who should have been at the birthday banquet. The real young master's youngest uncle, Sheng Yushang, who has just won Best Actor at a major film festival abroad. When Sheng Yushang drops to his knees and takes Sheng Huaiyu in his arms, the pain has numbed his nerves. A strange smile appears at the corner of his mouth. Tears blur Sheng Huaiyu's vision. He can't make out the face before him. Thinking he's about to die again, he parts his bluish lips and mumbles, "N-next life, let me have a family..." Sheng Yushang is nearly one meter ninety tall. Now he hunches over the frail boy in his arms, his spine as if shattered piece by piece. Flickering light casts their shadows on the wall behind them, like two trapped beasts clinging desperately to each other. Sheng Yushang bows his head and presses his face to Huaiyu's forehead. His heart twists with pain, and every word is drenched in tears. "My precious Xiaoyu, we don't have to wait until the next life." - Gossip has it that Sheng Yushang, who just won Best Actor and landed a role in a famous director's film, has a young lover back home: long ink-black hair and a slender figure. In a grainy paparazzi photo, a pale, slender hand rests on the frame of a black car. The partial profile visible from the side reveals a straight nose and delicate, full lips. The photographer vividly describes the scene: Bodyguards and assistants escort Sheng Yushang to the car. The tall, upright Best Actor bows his head and says a few words to the beauty inside. His profile looks grave, as if he's in a bad mood. Then he opens the door. The beauty reaches out, Sheng Yushang takes his hand firmly, and a rare smile appears on his face. The photographer emphasizes: "The Best Actor had already taken off his gloves when he held his lover's hand. It seems the rumors that he always wears gloves because of his germophobia aren't entirely true." More and more reports confirm that the Best Actor really does have a stunning lover by his side. The young lover seems rather clingy, following him wherever he goes. The "young lover" lying on a soft bed reads the reports and hurls his phone onto the carpet. Beneath the light blanket, his long, snowy-white lower legs shift. A delicate ankle is wrapped in a gold chain beneath a soft bandage. Theme: Falling in love