I Found a Beautiful Wife While Collecting Scrap, So I Took Her In

Possessive, obsessive, fatherly real young master 1 x sickly, world-weary, sweet and clueless fake young master 0 One is hooked, the other breaks if you so much as touch him. Yin Zhenzhu's eighteenth birthday present was the discovery that he was the fake young master who had been switched at birth in a novel. If their fates hadn't been exchanged when they were switched, he would have died at birth. He had a congenital heart condition, a fever had damaged his left ear, and both his legs were crippled. He was nothing but a burden, a useless waste of space. So he decided to find the real young master, tell him the truth about who was who, and then go die. He found the real young master, but the young master didn't believe a word of Yin Zhenzhu's story. Taking him for a crazy idiot, the real young master, who made a living collecting junk, picked him up without a second thought. Yin Zhenzhu: “Everything I said is true. You're the only son of the richest family in the country. Stop collecting junk and go home to be the young master.” Jiang Jingsheng asked, “Then where are you going?” Yin Zhenzhu replied calmly, “I'm going to die.” Jiang Jingsheng used the same strength he'd use to tie up a bundle of cardboard to bind Yin Zhenzhu and take him away. Only later did Yin Zhenzhu learn that Jiang Jingsheng had fallen in love with him at first sight. The rough man had thought heaven had sent him a beautiful wife. Jiang Jingsheng always cherished Yin Zhenzhu like a precious jewel heaven had bestowed on him. From Xiao Jiang, a scrap collector who could barely afford to eat but insisted on raising someone, to Brother Jiang, whose run-down recycling yard was falling apart but who raised Zhenzhu to be gorgeous, the story ends with Jiang, now the widely admired chairman of the provincial recycling association, happily marrying Yin Zhenzhu, the young master of the richest family. - The real and fake young masters were genuinely switched at birth, but the gong never accepts the title of “real young master” and will never fight the shou for it or share that title with him. The only identity the gong recognizes is the shou's husband. The gong raises and spoils the shou. My completed novel: Zhang En'en Blurb: The words Zhang En'en heard most often were, “Poor fool.” He wasn't very bright, but he was exceptionally beautiful, and the people who looked after him treated him as a plaything to barter for their own gain. Without exception, they all said, “Poor Zhang En'en.” Zhang En'en would look at them in confusion, as if asking, “What does poor mean?” - A young master had arrived in A City’s political and business circles to polish his resume: Shen Zhulan. At the welcome banquet on his first night, people from every industry lined up to greet him. Those hoping to curry favor fought tooth and nail to make sure they weren't left out. Amid the drunken clinking of glasses, an exceptionally beautiful boy appeared by Shen Zhulan's side and followed him right into bed. Shen Zhulan drove him away and warned him again and again. The beautiful boy was so terrified of him that he would tremble uncontrollably, yet each time he forced himself to swallow his fear and sob as he tried to please Shen Zhulan, as if he would be beaten badly if he didn't. Shen Zhulan had no choice but to indulge him. After doing what he had come to do, the beautiful boy left. He had no name or identity, only a business card belonging to an executive at some company. Before long, Shen Zhulan became known in their circles as a playboy. Rumor had it that he spent day and night partying at private clubs, throwing money around as if it were water. Shen Zhulan: “Find someone. He's incredibly beautiful, like a celestial being.” The other person got it at once: “You mean Zhang En'en.” Shen Zhulan asked, “What kind of name is that?” The man explained, “He can't speak. Even when he's being bullied badly, all he can do is make little ‘mm’ sounds, so they named him Zhang En'en.” Shen Zhulan: “Poor thing.” Someone agreed: “Yeah, really pitiful.” Zhang En'en let himself be led away, still bewildered, still not understanding what “poor thing” meant. One ordinary morning, Zhang En'en woke in the familiar crook of someone's arm. The man held him close as a good-morning kiss and the sunlight landed softly and warmly on his cheek. The man said, “Zhang En'en, why are you so adorable? So adorable.” Zhang En'en looked at the man and tilted his head, puzzled by something. So, for the first time, he tried to speak. His lips formed the words awkwardly, his voice was unsteady, and he spoke haltingly: “You said it wrong. I'm poor Zhang En'en.” Shen Zhulan asked sternly, “Who taught you to say that about yourself?” Zhang En'en pointed at him and answered fluently, as if holding a grudge: “You. You said I was pitiful.” The gong is devoted and clean; he saves the shou from a life on the streets. The shou is sickly, forgetful, and simple-minded; the gong takes charge and looks after him like a parent. One-on-one from beginning to end, no side-character gongs. Theme: Love yourself and love life.