Brother, Brother, I'm a Spoiled Brat

[Extremely possessive, hypocritical top x unruly, scrappy bottom]

Ming Siheng was called a bastard for over ten years. After his mother died, he finally became a bastard in name as well as in fact.

He wandered around Chuzhou for a month or so before a man claiming to be his older brother found him. Half a month later, he had changed his name and become Fu Silin, the third young master of the Fu family, a spoiled rich kid in Shengjing who kept birds in cages and indulged in cockfighting and dogfighting.

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Fu Silin is content to be a spoiled rich kid and wait for the Fu family to kick him out.

He never expected his cheap older brother to be more controlling than the emperor. Fu Jing forces him to call him big brother, takes away their mother's keepsakes so he won't run off, and, seeing him loaf around all day, drags him to the Imperial Academy and keeps him right under his nose.

Fu Silin has always been annoyed by Fu Jing's meddling. But Fu Jing is also the one who takes him by the hand and helps him get justice from the child who insulted him.

Fu Jing tells him, "I'm not home often. Don't let people take advantage of you."

Fu Silin looks at the child's swollen, reddened face after his own slap and decides his cheap older brother is completely blind.

Later, Fu Jing keeps pushing him upward, apparently determined to straighten out his crooked little sapling.

When Fu Silin can't understand his lessons, Fu Jing teaches him personally. When he causes trouble, Fu Jing personally apologizes for him. Fu Jing takes care of all his food, clothes, and daily needs whenever he can spare the time. Everyone says Fu Jing treats him even better than a real younger brother.

Sometimes Fu Silin feels like they really are brothers.

Until his refined, dignified, humble, and courteous big brother barges into his bedroom...

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Fu Jing did three things he regretted in the space of a single year.

First: After losing control while drunk, he ended up in bed with Fu Silin.

Second: He avoided Fu Silin's feelings.

Third: He failed to stop Fu Silin from leaving the capital, and the boy died beneath a bandit's blade.

Then he did something big. Everyone in Shengjing knew that the eldest legitimate son of the Fu family, Fu Jing, had gone mad. He had someone make a memorial tablet and told everyone he met that he had a deceased wife. He even made the Fu family so angry that they disowned him.

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Everyone who has met Wen Baili thinks he's a pretty but useless pushover. He's been with the second young master He for over three years without a title or a name, and has gotten nothing out of it.

Now that the second young master He is about to marry a proper wife, Wen Baili is still running errands, doing odd jobs, and going out of his way to please him. Plenty of people watch coldly, waiting to laugh at him.

But Wen Baili has never felt he's losing out.

So what if he has no title or name? As long as the second young master He gives him money, that's all he wants.

His mother is gravely ill and bedridden, and his younger brother has a bad leg, uses a wheelchair, and can't do hard labor. Wen Baili needs lots and lots of money.

Three years ago, he sold himself to the second young master He, who gave him a large sum every month. Money is real. What good is some damn romance? How much silver can it be worth?

He thought it was a good deal, but he never expected the second young master He to lose interest so quickly! It's only been three years, and now he won't even give him money!

Wen Baili looks at his mother, who urgently needs medicine, then at his younger brother, who can't even hurt a fly, and thinks of Lord Yan, the powerful official at the Yan residence. He looks difficult to deal with, but he's helped Wen Baili many times...

That very night, Wen Baili puts on a pretty outfit and slips easily into the back courtyard of the Yan residence.

He tugs at his sleeve, perfectly at ease. "Lord Yan, may I ask if your household is still hiring?"

Dense snow falls outside. Yan Yun is bent over his desk practicing calligraphy. At the sound of Wen Baili's voice, he looks up and fixes his gaze on the boy before him, as clear and luminous as morning dew.

Later, people in Shengjing change their tune again. They say Wen Baili is audacious enough to lead several officials and young masters around by the nose, pocket any money he's given, and, in the end, actually run off with it all!

Theme: Growing together.