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

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A lecherous, devoted daddy-type real young master 1 x a frail, world-weary, adorable fake young master 0

One with an addiction meets someone who seems like he could shatter at a touch.

Yin Zhenzhu's eighteenth birthday present was the revelation that he was the fake young master in a novel, switched at birth.

If their fates hadn't been switched, he would have died at birth in the body he was meant to have. He had congenital heart disease, a fever had damaged his left ear, and both his legs were lame. Alive, he was nothing but a burden and a good-for-nothing.

So he decided to find the real young master, tell him the truth about their identities, and then die.

He found the real young master, but unfortunately, the young man didn't believe a word Yin Zhenzhu said. Taking him for a crazy idiot, the real young master, who collected scrap for a living, picked him up in a daze.

Yin Zhenzhu said, "Everything I told you is true. You're the beloved only son of the richest man in the country. Stop collecting scrap and hurry home to be the young master."

Jiang Jinsheng asked, "Then where are you going?"

Yin Zhenzhu answered frankly, "I'm going to die."

Jiang Jinsheng used the same strength he used to tie up cardboard to bind Yin Zhenzhu and carry him off.

Only later did Yin Zhenzhu learn that Jiang Jinsheng had fallen in love with him at first sight. The rough man had thought Heaven had sent him a beautiful wife.

Jiang Jinsheng always cherished Yin Zhenzhu as a beloved treasure granted by Heaven.

From Xiao Jiang, a scrap collector who could barely afford to eat but still insisted on taking someone in, to Brother Jiang, who raised Zhenzhu into a beauty despite his run-down recycling yard, the story ends with Chairman Jiang, revered by all as the head of the provincial resource recycling association, happily marrying Yin Zhenzhu, the young master of the richest family.

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The two leads really were switched at birth, but the gong never accepts the identity of the "real young master" from beginning to end. He will never fight the shou for, or share, the identity of young master.

The only identity the gong recognizes is that he 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 little idiot."

He wasn't very bright, but he was beautiful. The people looking after him treated him as a plaything to trade for favors.

Every one of them would say, "Poor Zhang En'en."

Zhang En'en would look at them blankly, as though asking, "What does 'poor' mean?"

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A young heir had arrived in A City's political and business circles to gain experience: Shen Zhulan.

At the welcoming banquet on his first night, people from every industry lined the streets to greet him. Those hoping to curry favor fought tooth and nail, afraid of missing their chance.

Amid the drunken clink of glasses, an exceptionally beautiful boy appeared at Shen Zhulan's side and followed him right into bed.

Shen Zhulan sent him away and warned him again and again. The beautiful boy became so terrified of him that he trembled uncontrollably, yet each time he forced himself through his fear and cried as he tried to please him, as if he would be beaten if he went back without doing so.

Shen Zhulan had no choice but to indulge him.

After doing what he had come to do, the beautiful boy left without a name or identity, leaving behind a business card belonging to a company executive.

Not long after,

Shen Zhulan became a notorious playboy. Rumor had it he spent all day and night carousing in private clubs, throwing money around like water.

Shen Zhulan said, "Find someone. He's exceptionally beautiful, like a celestial being."

The other person understood 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 bullied badly, all he can do is go 'en-en,' so they named him Zhang En'en."

Shen Zhulan said, "Poor thing."

Someone agreed, "Yeah, he's so pitiful."

Zhang En'en was led away by the hand, looking as innocent and confused as ever. He still didn't understand what "poor" 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 sunlight fell softly and warmly on his cheek.

The man said, "Zhang En'en, how can you be so adorable? So adorable."

Zhang En'en looked at him and tilted his head, puzzled by something.

So, for the first time, he tried to speak. His lips formed the words awkwardly, and his unpracticed voice came out haltingly:

"You got it wrong. I'm poor Zhang En'en."

Shen Zhulan asked sternly, "Who taught you to talk about yourself like that?"

Zhang En'en pointed at him and answered fluently, as if settling a score: "You. You said I was pitiful."

The gong is chaste, rescuing someone from a life of degradation.

A frail, forgetful, foolish shou, and a controlling gong who is both father and mother to him.

One-on-one from beginning to end, with no love rival gong.

Theme: Love yourself and love life.