My Missing Childhood Friend Came Back Rich and Looking for Me

Lin Feng had a childhood friend. He was a little odd and somewhat withdrawn, but he treated Lin Feng well.

Poor Lin Feng and his childhood friend had relied on each other since they were little. They did construction work, took odd jobs, and waited tables. They even did it all, until Lin Feng got into university and his childhood friend suddenly disappeared.

Lin Feng spent the only seven thousand yuan in their account trying to find him, but came up empty. Once school started, he had no choice but to work while studying and keep looking.

Lin Feng was good-looking and kind. Sometimes girls in his class asked him to pretend to be their boyfriend and fend off admirers. His looks even earned him a higher wage at his part-time job in a coffee shop.

Lin Feng made a bundle, but he spent every last bit of it looking for his childhood friend.

Lin Feng was miserable. His childhood friend might have been odd and bad-tempered, but he was never the type to disappear without a word.

Could he have somehow turned out to be the illegitimate son of some infertile billionaire, only to be dragged back to inherit the family business?

After daydreaming, Lin Feng went back to the business of making money.

Who knew that when they met again, his childhood friend would seem to have made a fortune? He was leaning against a light gray luxury car behind a tree, smiling faintly at Lin Feng. He looked handsome and elegant, with a tall, slender figure.

After getting his childhood friend back, Lin Feng wept with joy and stuffed all his savings into his hands.

His childhood friend gave the money a little shake. "How much is in here?"

Lin Feng wiped his perfectly dry face. "At most, fifty thousand. But I spent it all looking for you. It's zero now."

His childhood friend paused with the bank card between his fingers, then took a card from his own wallet and put it in Lin Feng's hand.

Lin Feng asked, "How much is on this one?"

"No idea," his childhood friend said. "But you can't max it out."

Lin Feng: Holy crap!

Lin Feng had a happy life now. He had his degree, his childhood friend was back, and his friend had become a rich man. He wouldn't have to worry about finding work anymore.

There was just one thing. Lately, he kept feeling a chill down his back.

The day he moved into his childhood friend's home, Lin Feng glanced at a locked room in the hallway and swallowed.

"By the usual tropes, the room's full of pictures of me, right?"

His childhood friend shot him a cold look and opened the door. "That's right."

The room really was covered in pictures of Lin Feng, like a murder scene. His childhood friend admitted they were all pictures of him, taken to make sure his father, who was now in a psychiatric hospital, hadn't harmed Lin Feng.

Relieved, Lin Feng cheerfully grabbed a pillow and picked out a room, leaving his childhood friend behind.

Gu Hui had known since childhood that he was the illegitimate son of a real estate tycoon's younger son. He had no interest in being acknowledged by the family or fighting over the inheritance.

His mother died young, so he had to fend for himself from an early age. While barely scraping by, he found a little sweetheart.

Raising little Lin Feng became the most interesting thing in his life.

After being forcibly taken back to the family, Gu Hui stayed sane despite his crazy father by looking at picture after picture of Lin Feng.

His father monitored every room he entered, sent women to his home, drugged him, and even wanted him to donate sperm so he could produce a child.

Sickly Gu Hui refused every demand. When he had people at his disposal, instead of making a move against his father, he sent them to secretly photograph Lin Feng.

Gu Hui saw his adorable little Lin Feng turn into a guy with a terrible reputation among other men, supposedly changing girlfriends every week.

Gu Hui: ...

Help him up. He could still make a move.

Clearly, this is a novel with very little logic. Fake little-sunshine bottom x dark-and-twisted top.

* The top has poor empathy and really isn't quite right in the head.

* The little sunshine isn't quite right in the head either (.)

Theme: How have I still not realized that I'm in love with you?