The Village Tyrant Insists on Marrying into the Family of a Doormat

Qin Jun is the biggest bully in Dagucun, and he has his eye on You Xu, the village’s little brother.

This little brother, tsk, is a bit of a pushover. His whole family of three is timid, and they don’t dare say a word even when people bully them.

Qin Jun came up with a plan.

You Xu lives in constant fear, terrified even to leave the house. He thought that staying in would keep him safe from bullies, but the village thug came right to his door to steal his money!

Qin Jun: “Little brother, lend me a few copper coins to spend.”

You Xu glared at him, furious but too afraid to say a thing.

Qin Jun: “Just lend me one copper coin!”

You Xu froze. His heart bleeding, he handed over a single copper coin, hoping that would be enough to make the man leave.

But the next day, the scoundrel showed up again, saying he couldn’t repay his debt and would have to offer himself in marriage?!

The three members of You Xu’s family stared in shock. They couldn’t afford to offend such a powerful figure, so they hurriedly waved their hands and shook their heads. “It was only one copper coin. You don’t have to pay it back!”

Qin Jun glared. “Do I look like the kind of person who doesn’t repay his debts?”

You do. But the three of them only dared think it, not say it aloud.

And so, the people of Dagucun were horrified to discover that their village bully had married into the timid You family, taking their little punching bag as his husband?

Good grief, the poor little punching bag’s days of peace are over.

But the onlookers craning their necks to watch soon realized that the You family’s life was getting better and better, while their own good days were coming to an end!

Coming soon: My Fallen Young Master and His Handsome Attendant Return to the Village. Please add it to your library!

Sharp-tongued, domineering fallen young master who’s still a young master x silent, devoted attendant who thinks his young master is heaven, with a fantastic body

The Yan family went bankrupt and lost everything. Yan Ci, an unloved concubine-born son who was destined to die young, was nearly given to the bald, fifty-something-year-old Zhang the Landlord as a concubine to pay off the family’s debts, all because of his stunning looks.

Luckily, he’d known the Yan family couldn’t be trusted, so he’d already hooked a fool named Xie Qingsong who would do anything he told him.

“Qingsong, I know how you feel. I feel the same way about you, but... never mind. In a few days, I’ll be Zhang the Landlord’s concubine, no longer your young master. I shouldn’t say such foolish things and ruin your future.”

“You’ll always be my young master.”

With just a few words, Yan Ci tricked the fool Xie Qingsong into running away with him.

The Yan family’s universally despised third young master became the country husband of a young man from the Xie family in Shiya Village, newly arrived from the city.

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Xie Qingsong thought he must have gone mad. He couldn’t help caring about that third young master, who was domineering, sharp-tongued, a habitual liar, two-faced... the list of his faults seemed endless. He cared so much that even when his contract of service ended, he still didn’t leave the Yan household.

The more he cared, the more tightly he hid his feelings. He was only an attendant. Even if he left the Yan household, he’d be nothing but a crude country bumpkin. How could he ever be worthy of his young master?

He tried to keep his feelings hidden, never realizing that his wicked young master had already seen through him. The young master would keep him on a string while looking down on him, teasing him like a dog.

Then the Yan family went bankrupt, and the young master came to him of his own accord. Xie Qingsong knew the man was pretending to be helpless and lying on purpose again, but he still couldn’t help taking the bait.

Xie Qingsong took his young master back to Shiya Village and treated him like a god. And as he kept worshipping him, the god’s belly began to swell.

“Xie Qingsong, are you trying to get yourself killed? Who said you could get me pregnant!”

The pregnant young master let his true nature show, no longer bothering to pretend. Xie Qingsong loved it, and became even more “capable.”

* No favoritism toward either the gong or the shou. Readers who insist on taking sides, beware.

* The author is a stubborn old fogey with outdated views from the last century. I don’t accept unsolicited advice about teaching or writing, whatever name you give it.

Theme: If I’m awful enough, I won’t have any awful relatives to deal with.