I Picked Up an Old Man

As a pampered young master from the capital, raised without restraint, Jing Zhaohuai had always been willful and mean-spirited.

But when his family's business ran into trouble, the family weighed its interests and decided that, as a man, he would be sent to marry Mr. Fu, the all-powerful figure in the capital to whom he had been promised as a child.

Jing Zhaohuai, who had lived as he pleased for half his life, felt as if the sky had fallen.

He drowned his sorrows in drink and stumbled into a shadowy alley in the back streets...

There he saw a handsome, mature man with an air of lingering charm, sitting on the ground in disarray. His suit hugged his sexy figure, and his collar had been torn open to reveal a full, muscular chest.

The man looked distant and indifferent, but his face was bruised and bloody, as if he had just been assaulted.

The back streets were always a mess, with plenty of men and women soliciting business there.

Through his drunken haze, Jing Zhaohuai vaguely thought that perhaps this was a male prostitute whose business had dried up with age, and who had just been beaten by a customer.

A vengeful impulse suddenly took hold of him.

He thought that he couldn't just save his pure, untouched virginity for that perverted old man, Mr. Fu.

He walked up to the man, pulled out a wad of cash, and lightly slapped it against the disheveled man's face in a deeply insulting gesture.

The young man looked down at him arrogantly and said hoarsely, "I'm paying for you. You're mine... and I won't hit you."

The man raised his eyes and stared at him for a long time with a cold, distant gaze.

Then, in a low, hoarse voice, he said, "...All right."

Tsk... What a nice voice.

His business shouldn't be that bad.

The young master thought hazily, then sighed, feeling a lonely kinship with someone else who had fallen on hard times.

The mature man was broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, sexy and experienced, gentle and understanding, and utterly irresistible. The first time Jing Zhaohuai brought him home, the young master felt himself sinking into a blissful haze, drunk on tenderness.

With the wedding approaching, the young master smoked with a gloomy expression as smoke curled around him. After a long while, he finally said to the older man he was keeping, "I'm getting married."

He gave a scornful laugh and forced a smile, trying to comfort both himself and the man. "...But it's fine. I'll keep the old man happy, get him to hand over his retirement money, and use it to keep you."

As always, the older man simply lowered his eyes, calm and indifferent, but gently wrapped his arms around him. The young master buried his face against the man's full, muscular chest and secretly let his eyes grow wet.

The young master had a wildly vivid imagination, but it had never once occurred to him that the older man he'd been keeping, and sleeping with every day, was the very Mr. Fu he was supposed to marry.

Wait... Wasn't he supposed to be a smelly, perverted old man?

How had he turned out to be his fragrant, sexy lover instead?!

Fu Yan had never imagined that anyone would dare treat him like that.

He had been drugged and staggered into an alley in the back streets to escape. Then some passing thugs tried to rob him, and a fight broke out in the chaos, leaving him covered in bruises.

For half his life, he'd held absolute power. He had never been in such a wretched state.

A drunken young man stumbled past, his voice hazy, then came straight toward him. He even pulled out a wad of cash, slapped it against his face, and said he wanted to have his way with him.

Fu Yan reined in his anger and was just about to force a cold, sinister smile.

But when the dim light fell across the young man's handsome profile, he suddenly realized that this was the boy he'd been promised to as a child, his future husband.

Both are virgins. A willful, nasty young top x a sexy, mature, powerful older bottom. The young top loves going all out. The older man is around thirty, with an age gap of about seven or eight years. The bottom pampers the top. Cover artist: WUREN64.

Theme: A sweet romance.