The Pretty Little Blind Man Is Pampered

[The upcoming novel, Even After Transmigrating from Ancient Times to the Present, Do I Still Have to Get Ravaged by My Dao Companion? See the synopsis at the bottom.]

Pretty, spoiled, blind shou x a fatherly gong who's gentle on the surface but overwhelmingly controlling underneath

When five-year-old Ji Yao was thrown out of his adoptive parents' home yet again and had nowhere to go, he met a strange older boy. The boy asked if he wanted to go with him and promised to take care of him from then on.

Ji Yao hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded. He reached out his hand to Xie Congxiao and said earnestly, “Big brother, if you don't want to take care of me one day, tell me in advance instead of suddenly kicking me out. And don't say you'll break my legs, okay?”

Xie Congxiao crouched in front of him and hooked their little fingers together, promising solemnly, “No matter what happens, I'll never abandon you. We'll always be together.”

Five-year-old Ji Yao didn't understand the weight of those words, but for many years afterward, that big hand kept holding his. Even when he suddenly went blind at eight, Xie Congxiao still held his hand and became his eyes.

Ji Yao had always wondered why Xie Congxiao, who wasn't related to him at all, would spend so much time and money raising him and helping him succeed, spoiling him without limits while also being strict with him like a stern parent.

Ji Yao loved every minute of it. He liked being looked after by his big brother and didn't think he was strict.

On the contrary, Xie Congxiao spoiled him until he could barely lift a finger and became quite pampered. Once Ji Yao lost his sight, Xie Congxiao spoiled him even more.

Xie Congxiao might say stern things, but the moment Ji Yao's lips quivered and tears began to fall, he'd soften and apologize first. If Ji Yao wanted something, Xie Congxiao would find a way to bring him the stars and moon.

For a long time, Ji Yao thought Xie Congxiao was an angel sent from heaven to save him.

That was until Ji Yao accidentally found Xie Congxiao's diary. After using his phone to read it aloud, he learned that every page was filled with details about him.

Xie Congxiao had known him in his previous life, and the person who had been by his side when he died was Xie Congxiao.

Unable to believe it, he asked him about it. Xie Congxiao flatly denied it and said that wasn't his diary, that Ji Yao had mistaken it for someone else's.

Eighteen-year-old Ji Yao held the diary, his sightless eyes turned toward Xie Congxiao. “What were we to each other in our previous life?”

Xie Congxiao continued to deny it. “There is no such thing as a previous life. Don't make things up.”

Ji Yao used his trump card, saying that if Xie Congxiao didn't tell him, he would run away from home and never come back.

With no other choice, Xie Congxiao told him the truth. Ji Yao burst into tears and asked through his sobs, “Were you really sad when I died? Why did you return to when we were kids? Did you die too?”

Xie Congxiao didn't say much. He gently wiped away his tears. “I came to find you. I couldn't bear to let Xiaxia suffer alone.”

Ji Yao asked through tears, “Big brother, will you be with me?”

Xie Congxiao smiled. “Haven't we been together since we were little?”

Ji Yao blushed. “Not like that. I mean, like in our previous life.”

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Synopsis: Sickly, flirtatious cat shou x two-faced, scheming, black-bellied gong

Song Tingxue was reborn in the body of a young man, but his head was empty, with no memories at all. He was always sleepy and was diagnosed with hypersomnia.

Rumors said Song Tingxue had been arrogant and domineering and was now getting what he deserved, haunted by something evil. Song Tingxue looked down at himself.

He seemed... like he might count as something evil.

Song Tingxue sighed. All he wanted was to sleep.

His family said his illness would never get better if he slept all day at home, so they forced him to go on a blind date. They also said he needed to fall in love to settle down, and that going out on dates now and then might improve his health.

Out of respect for his elders and care for the young, Song Tingxue went. But he didn't like his blind date. The other man was cold and distant at their first meeting.

Halfway through the meal, though, his date's personality suddenly changed. He even started putting Song Tingxue's favorite braised pork ribs on his plate. Song Tingxue twitched his ears and thanked him with a straight face.

The blind date ended there.

He thought it would be nothing more than going through the motions, but his family really did want him to marry the eldest son of the Ye family. They said his birth charts matched the Ye heir's and that they were a perfect match, then forced him to go out with the man every day.

Song Tingxue: “Superstition is no good.”

His elders cried, made a scene, and threatened suicide, so Song Tingxue had no choice but to obediently go on dates with Ye Chengxiao.

Every time Song Tingxue went out with Ye Chengxiao, his hypersomnia would strike and he'd suddenly fall asleep. Without fail, when he woke up, he'd be in the other man's arms, with some new symptom or other.

This time his tongue felt sore and limp, and his lips were swollen and red. Next time, his mouth was chapped. The time after that, red marks suddenly appeared on his neck. Then his arms felt sore and weak. Eventually, even his legs went weak.

Song Tingxue thought he really needed to sleep or he might die, so he shut himself away and slept all day at home.

But Ye Chengxiao came again. Sitting by his bed, he said gently, “Tingxue, I'm here to take you out to eat.”

Song Tingxue: “...” I just want to get some proper sleep!

Song Tingxue thought Ye Chengxiao had a masochistic streak. The more of a temper he threw, the more foolishly the other man smiled.

Until one day, Ye Chengxiao pinned him in the cramped car, Song Tingxue's back pressed against his burning chest. Ye Chengxiao whispered in his ear:

“Xiaoxue, do you remember? We used to be like this too. You could never hold out and would always cry and beg me to stop, but every time I pretended not to hear you.”

Song Tingxue shook his head in confusion. “I don't remember...”

Two blurry figures appeared in his mind: one with the ethereal bearing of an immortal and a clear, moonlit grace, the other bewitching, arrogant, and domineering.

Ye Chengxiao held him face-to-face, his voice full of the joy of finding someone he'd lost. “Xiaoxue, my Xiaoxue...”

Song Tingxue's consciousness blurred, and he murmured unconsciously, “Yanshan.”

Ye Chengxiao asked hoarsely, “Who is Yanshan to you?”

Song Tingxue replied instinctively, “My beloved, my... Dao companion...”

Important notes:

1. The gong is reborn and retains his memories from his previous life.

2. The shou is weak and spoiled. Don't read if that's not your thing.

3. Some central tropes in the synopsis have been adjusted.

4. Extreme fans of either lead, please don't read.

5. Both leads are inexperienced, pseudo-incest, slow burn, nine-year age gap. Not for readers who prefer a fast pace.

6. Synopsis saved on 2026.5.28

Theme: Overcoming setbacks leads to continual growth