The Definitive Way to Handle Bratty Kids

[Tsundere Daddy-Type Professor x Hot-Tempered Problem Child] Six-Year Age Gap, Staying Together Before the switch: Who are you? After the switch: You're my Daddy, and I'm your Puppy. In G City society, everyone knew the Shen family, always so composed and sensible, had a young master with a bit of a temper. His parents never disciplined him, which only encouraged him to do as he pleased. He thought his days of drinking at bars and fooling around with men would go smoothly, and that he could keep enjoying his carefree life as a young master. But then, on an ordinary evening, a stranger appeared at his front door. Shen Nanzi looked up at the broad-shouldered man, who was a head taller than him, pointed at him, and asked, "Wait, who are you?" The man smelled the alcohol on him and frowned. Under Shen Nanzi's watchful gaze, he stepped into the house and said in a reprimanding tone, "I'll give you twenty minutes. In twenty minutes, I want to see you and your luggage standing in front of me. Then..." "You're coming home with me." Shen Nanzi: ? * Fu Chiyi hadn't encountered a problem he couldn't handle in a long time. But lately, he'd come across a headache of a problem. A close friend of his university adviser had asked him to discipline a kid. The kid was stubborn, disobedient, and especially fond of talking back, so Fu Chiyi had to think of safe, healthy, effective ways to deal with him. After a reasonable lesson, Fu Chiyi looked at the boy sobbing across his lap and asked, quite at his leisure, "Do you know what you did wrong?" Shen Nanzi sniffed, reached out and pinched his thigh hard, then quickly covered his own backside and enunciated, "None of your damn business." Fu Chiyi laughed in exasperation. He narrowed his eyes and nodded, looking amused. He moved Shen Nanzi's hand away from his backside and said coolly, "Fine. If you've got the nerve, keep provoking me like that." * Shen Nanzi hadn't been controlled like this in a long time. He could understand being told not to drink or go to bars, but why did he get punished like a child for swearing or drinking cold water? He didn't understand. He hated it. What he found even more baffling was that after spending some time with this stone-faced man, he seemed to be getting more and more addicted to it, like some kind of pervert. That preachy tone was exactly what he hated most. So why did it feel better and better as time went on? To prove he wasn't a pervert, he started finding all kinds of ways to get himself into trouble. It wasn't until one day, when his hands were bound and he was dragged onto the bed, that he realized... He'd taken things too far. Fu Chiyi looked at the trembling boy in front of him. He pulled the belt from his waist with one hand, gripped the boy's chin with the other, and said: "Is this what you've been waiting for? Hmm?" Reader's guide: * The style leans old-school. Read according to your own tastes, and please be kind if it's not for you. (Thank you!) * One who's never been disciplined x one who keeps him strictly in line * One-on-one romance, older man/younger man, both virgins, living together * Cameos from the two brothers in the other novel The title comes from: "The boats on either bank sail in opposite directions; even the ripples between them can barely meet. Only the gulls and egrets are free of restraint, flying north and south as they please." Still plenty of melodrama, but with warm everyday moments and mutual healing. The next novel won't be Zhou Chu's story. I'll be starting another one on my profile. Here's the preview. Please add it to your collection if you're interested! [Cold-Faced, Ruthless Yet Softhearted Writer x Sweet, Resilient Linguistics Student] Ten-year age gap, older man/younger man Yan Yubo had read danmei novels for eight years and encountered every imaginable style, but he was especially fond of the work of an author who wrote under the pen name Linlie. The author's writing was intense, and that was exactly what Yan Yubo liked. He'd been a fan for as long as he'd been reading, but the author had never held a single book signing. He rarely posted in his Weibo supertopic, and Yan Yubo hadn't even gotten the simplest interaction from him. Their only "contact" came when the author's literary website held an event and the author ran a giveaway. Yan Yubo won. So, on a Friday during the school term, Yan Yubo held the little dog charm he'd won in his left hand and scrolled through the web page with his right, looking at the only landscape post Linlie had made in the past six months. He decided to go visit the spot the next day. Unfortunately, as soon as he got off the high-speed train and rushed to the spot, a torrential downpour began. He had brought an umbrella, but he'd given it to someone else. The suited man slowly twirled the handle of the umbrella in his hand. Looking at the boy, who was soaked through but showed no sign of complaint, he asked, "You gave me your umbrella. How are you getting home?" Yan Yubo smiled nonchalantly. "Didn't you just say on the phone that you had something to do? I'm here on vacation anyway, so I'm not in a hurry. I can stay a little longer and enjoy the rain." "What's your name?" "Me?" Thinking that meeting someone far from home had to be fate, Yan Yubo answered honestly, "Yan Yubo." The next day, Yan Yubo returned to his dorm and saw a notification from the account he followed closely. He eagerly clicked it open, only to find that Mr. Linlie had posted a picture of an umbrella with the five-character caption, "A chance encounter along the way." Yan Yubo, one second later: ??? Yan Yubo, three seconds later: !!! * The second time Chen Linhan saw Yan Yubo was the year Yan Yubo graduated from university. At the shop, the boy told him honestly that he was an orphan. He'd come here before and liked the scenery, so he was planning to move here for work. It was raining again that day, but this time Chen Linhan didn't take his umbrella. He simply brought him home. Perhaps because he was alone in an unfamiliar city, Chen Linhan felt that the boy had been especially nervous ever since stepping through the door. Especially when they discussed how much he despised "stalker fans." The boy's eyes looked red, as if he might burst into tears at any moment. But Chen Linhan could write, not read minds. So he got up to warm a cup of milk for the boy, then said to him with a cold expression: "If you run into trouble in this city, you can come to me." * After an unexpected problem with his rental, Yan Yubo had been living at Chen Linhan's place for some time. He discovered that although Chen Linhan always looked cold, he was actually very tolerant of him. There was just one thing... He never let Yan Yubo into the small, dark room on the east side of the house. Then one day, Yan Yubo wandered in by accident. The moment he looked up, what he saw terrified him. But the worst part was turning around and seeing Chen Linhan leaning against the door behind him, staring at him. Remembering what he'd read in Chen Linhan's books, Yan Yubo's knees went weak, and he nearly fell to the floor. He pointed at the wall and swallowed. "Sir... these..." Chen Linhan's expression was unreadable. He didn't try to hide anything, calmly replying, "I need them for my writing." "But you haven't read anything I've written." He curled his lips and beckoned to Yan Yubo. "Pick one. Come with me to the study." That night, after returning to his room, Yan Yubo posted a question in the supertopic with trembling hands. "Help me out. If someone writes really intense stuff, does that mean... they like it intense in real life too?" It took him a long time to work up the nerve to write and post it. The next day, curious to see what kind of answers he'd get, Yan Yubo opened the supertopic, only to find a cold notification waiting for him. Message: You have been permanently muted by the supertopic moderator. "..." Then he looked down at the bite marks on his collarbone, turned to see the finger-shaped bruises on his backside that still hadn't faded, threw down his phone, and shrieked in frustration. "What do you people know?!" Reader's guide: * "Intense" content includes all sizes. * The top is a writer, and the bottom is a reader. * No real people or works served as inspiration. This story was simply born from a burst of inspiration, and will probably be a short bedtime read. Theme: Work together and overcome difficulties.