After a plane crash leaves him stranded in a primeval forest, He Sizheng grits his teeth, because he has to make it back alive...
For the pretty little airhead who's so spoiled.
"Hubby, when are we taking a bath?"
Fang Lun was dressed in layers of frilly maid's attire, his slender waist cinched by a bow. He looked like a sweet, delectable little cake.
Even covered in wounds, He Sizheng couldn't help swallowing.
Just as he was about to answer, an unfamiliar male voice rang out: "Easy, darling."
He Sizheng: ??
The divorce papers were drawn up that very night.
It didn't matter how long Fang Lun cried.
"Fine, let's get divorced! But you're not allowed to leave until my new husband arrives!"
Only then did He Sizheng learn that he was merely the guardian appointed by Old Master Fang.
The young master needed a husband, not a guardian.
As for who that husband would be, it didn't matter at all.
"Sure. You want a husband, do you?"
He Sizheng loosened his tie, his gaze growing colder by the second.
"I'll find one for you myself."
A mama's boy, a control freak, a cheapskate, a womanizer...
Fang Lun was worn out by one bizarre blind date after another. Finally, after one particularly dreadful date, he climbed into He Sizheng's car with red-rimmed eyes and sobbed.
"They're... all so scary."
He Sizheng calmly wiped the tears from the corner of his eye, his voice indifferent.
"I told you. No one but me can put up with you."
Fang Lun stubbornly refused to believe him, but every blind date ended in failure.
When his latest date fell through, he was utterly dejected.
His date politely said goodbye, then headed over to a black luxury car parked by the road.
The window rolled down, revealing He Sizheng's stern face.
"Boss, I performed as you requested."
"Should I send the remaining payment to the company account?"
Fang Lun finally snapped and flung the dating profile at He Sizheng's face.
"I thought you were my husband, and you dared to play me!"
As the pages fluttered through the air, He Sizheng grabbed his wrist and pushed him down onto the desk.
"Looking for a new husband? First, you need to learn how to charm a man."
"I'll teach you."
*
Ten minutes before the morning meeting.
Wearing He Sizheng's shirt, Fang Lun slipped under the desk, his fingers tracing the seams of He Sizheng's trousers.
A pen suddenly dropped and rolled beside his leg. A muffled gasp came from above.
"Who taught you this?"
"You did."
Fang Lun pressed himself against the inside of his knee. "Hubby, the way you taught me... seems to work only on you."
[Straight-laced in every way seme x I cry, but only for show uke]
[Reading Guide]
1. Both leads are sexually inexperienced, happy ending, one-on-one romance. The blind dates aren't disposable male leads, but they're not entirely absent either.
Theme: Slowly learning to understand love
