After a Rough Northeastern Man Picks Up a Delicate Darling

A teary-eyed, high-maintenance sweetheart X a tough, taciturn, no-nonsense daddy A genius trader X a real estate tycoon with only five dimes in his pocket Guan Deng’s family was deep in debt. His father ran away, and creditors took him to settle what was owed. He was a sickly young master who had been frail since childhood. He’d never suffered or been yelled at, and his pretty, mixed-race face was feverish and dazed when the creditor’s older brother took him away, his eyes full of helpless misery. Chen Jiandong was a fierce, intimidating man, nearly ten years older than him. Guan Deng knew how debt collectors operated. They would hit you or curse you, and might even break your arms and legs. He was so scared he trembled. Before Chen Jiandong could even speak, the little mixed-race boy on the bed started crying. He almost sobbed himself unconscious, trembling as he grabbed Chen Jiandong’s sleeve and asked, “Big brother, don’t be mad at me. I... I’m scared...” Chen Jiandong stood up to wipe away his tears, and the little mixed-race boy shut his eyes and fainted from fright. Chen Jiandong: “…” Hadn’t he not even said anything yet? - Guan Deng was a pampered young master. Chen Jiandong had planned to make him work off the debt if he couldn’t get the money back, keeping the debtor’s son by his side to do hard labor. A father’s debt is his son’s to repay. But Guan Deng insisted on drinking premium mineral water that cost eighteen yuan a bottle. He had to be cuddled to sleep, needed to hold hands when walking, and would get all teary and pitiful if he didn’t. The little mixed-race boy was sickly, too. Whenever he was upset, he had an asthma attack. Instead of collecting the debt, Chen Jiandong had brought home a little emperor to pamper! Day after day, Chen Jiandong rolled up his sleeves and worked to earn money for the sickly boy’s water. The sickly boy stuck close to him every day, chattering away. “Big brother, your muscles are so big! You’re such a man! Someday I can haul cement with you and earn money to pay you back!” Chen Jiandong looked him up and down, at his slender, fair legs and pretty face, and clicked his tongue. “I don’t need you for that. Stay home and put on some weight. If we’re short on money, your big brother can earn more.” The sickly boy puffed up indignantly. “Don’t look down on me!” QAQ - At the turn of the millennium, the real estate industry took off. The head of Beifeng Real Estate was a legendary figure who had worked his way up from a village and amassed assets worth hundreds of millions before turning thirty. People said he was exceptionally ruthless and never showed mercy. He had carved out a solid foothold from Daqing to Beijing and become an immovable force. Yet at home, his little canary was wriggling like a fish with his feet in Chen Jiandong’s lap, then threw a cushion at his face in fury and shouted, “I’ve been working you over for ages! How does that not count as paying off my debt?! I want to act! I really do!” “I hate you! Trading stocks every day is so boring! I want to go out!” Chen Jiandong’s temples throbbed as the boy’s noise drove him crazy. He grabbed the ankle of the one trying to run off, pulled him back down, and pinned him in place. His voice was hoarse and restrained, afraid of hurting his precious darling. “Stay home, and take back what you just said. Right now!” Coming soon, a period novel: After the Northeast Tycoon Spoiled His Sweetheart Liao Niannian X Liao Wenchuan A pampered, blind little sweetheart uke X a ruthless, loyal-dog seme (pseudo-incest, older seme) Liao Wenchuan’s father was the village’s most notorious piece of trash. He went to the city for work, found another woman, and drove Liao Wenchuan’s mother to her death. Liao Wenchuan grew up with the bastard, who did nothing but drink and beat him. When he was eight, his father brought home a pregnant woman, who gave birth to his younger brother, Liao Niannian. From the moment he learned to walk, Liao Niannian was an incredibly clingy child. Liao Wenchuan was sick of him. He was the mistress’s son, born from a dirty affair, and Liao Wenchuan hated him. Still, the child was always pattering over barefoot to find him, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him nonstop, then asking in a muffled voice, “Brother Chuan, big brother, do you like me today?” Liao Wenchuan always said, “Stay away from me.” Liao Niannian had poor eyesight from the age of three, and was completely blind by six. The hospital said a huge sum would be needed to treat him. They also discovered that he wasn’t the old bastard’s biological son. That same year, the Liao family’s business, which had only just begun to thrive, went bankrupt. The woman ran away from the bottomless pit of a household, and his father was buried in debt. The old bastard made dinner that night and said everything would be fine in the future. Liao Wenchuan thought he’d changed his ways, but the meal was laced with pesticide. When Liao Wenchuan woke up again, the old bastard had died from the poison. The pesticide had burned his throat so badly he couldn’t speak. The doctor said, “Is that blind boy your younger brother? In the middle of winter, he ran several miles to beg for help and get you here.” Liao Niannian was blind, yet he felt his way along the main road through the bitter wind, stumbling countless times. He went home and begged one person after another to pool their money and save his brother. Liao Niannian’s hands and feet were covered in chilblains, and he was delirious with fever. He clung tightly to Liao Wenchuan and whispered, “Brother, don’t die. Don’t leave me behind.” Liao Wenchuan stroked his head. All he could do was hug him tightly and try to make him feel safe. He couldn’t speak, and Liao Niannian couldn’t see. But wherever Liao Wenchuan went, he always held on tightly to his precious boy’s hand. Years later, Liao Wenchuan blasted open mines and dug for coal, becoming a real “coal boss” and carving out a place for himself in the declining North, surrounded by wolves. Meanwhile, a blind pianist appeared at a grand theater in Beijing. During an interview, Liao Niannian couldn’t find the camera. His brother snapped his fingers in the crowd, and Liao Niannian turned toward the sound, smiling brightly. Liao Niannian had tried to run away many times. He’d also wanted to die many times. When he was little, he clung to his brother. As he grew up, he realized that he was just a burden, with no blood relation to Liao Wenchuan, who owed him nothing. He wanted to run away, but Liao Wenchuan blocked every path. The words he said most often after that were, “Stay close to your brother.” “Please, Liao Niannian. Don’t leave your brother alone.” “Your surname is Liao. You’re Liao Wenchuan’s Liao.” No matter who Liao Niannian’s father was, from the day Liao Wenchuan decided to hold the child in his arms, Liao Niannian was his son. - Two little bitter melons working hard for a better life. Neither can live without the other. Both the seme and uke are driven types. A period novel about making a fortune. The romance should be sweet, a little sour, then sweet, sweet, sweet The uke has a sharp tongue and a ruthless heart. The seme suffers from severe separation anxiety, and will be able to speak again midway through the story. Theme: Face life with positivity