I Picked Up a Young Master

After Cheng Yang completely gave up on life, he spent three months sleeping in a tent. One night, he was startled by a handsome guy who suddenly appeared in the pavilion. The guy had the lost-puppy look in his eyes, staring longingly at an empty instant-noodle cup and swallowing hard. “Want some bread, buddy?” Cheng Yang offered him the last half-bag of rusks. “What do you call this?” The handsome guy took a bite. “It’s pretty good.” “Rusks, man!” “Have you ever had Starbucks?” The guy shook his head. “You’ve at least had Mixue Ice Cream and Tea, right?” He shook his head again. Cheng Yang looked at him with sympathy. In this day and age, someone actually had it worse than he did. And this handsome guy wasn’t just broke, he had no common sense, either. Cheng Yang had to explain things to him every day: why grilled sausages cost three yuan each but two for five, and why you should only eat KFC on Thursdays... To take this clueless guy on the road with him, Cheng Yang had no choice but to pick up more odd jobs and earn more money. When he found out the guy had never even been to a movie theater, he felt so bad for him that he took on another job. At last, the day Cheng Yang had saved up enough money, he excitedly waved his phone. “Let’s go stay at a hotel tonight!” Wen Zhouyao tilted his head in confusion. “You want to stay at a hotel?” “??? You mean you don’t?” Wen Zhouyao looked puzzled at first, then suddenly understood and took out his phone to make a call. Before long, several Bentleys raced over. The butler and drivers all bowed and called out, “Young Master.” Looking at the balance in his account, Cheng Yang let out a cry from the depths of his soul: “I work from dawn till dusk, saving up these few hundred yuan to support you, and your car costs millions???” Wen Zhouyao took his hand and nodded earnestly. “From now on, I’ll support you. All of this is yours.” Much later, the butler teased Cheng Yang: “Didn’t you notice the young master was wearing a custom Armani suit and a Patek Philippe watch?” Cheng Yang stared at the sports watch he’d splurged a whopping 99 yuan on, shipping included, and fell into deep thought. Had he actually made fun of that Patek Philippe because it couldn’t count steps or measure heart rate? (But it could buy tens of thousands of his sports watches.) Reader's Guide: A broke, laid-back road-trip lover, paired with a rich young master. A road-trip story about traveling and working odd jobs, with plenty of eating and drinking. Most of it takes place on the road. Character card art for Zhuifeng: art by Nanjie. Preorder: The Boss Is Meowing Again Today Synopsis: A pure-hearted straight guy on the bottom x a calculating green-tea guy on top Shi Qinglin started a new job and was feeling more stressed than ever because his boss was impossible to figure out. The boss always had an expressionless, handsome face and barely said a word: “Mm.” “Fine.” “Sure.” Shi Qinglin could never figure out what was going through his mind. That was okay. Shi Qinglin had a unique way to unwind: petting cats. By chance, he landed a part-time job looking after a cat at someone's home. The little cat, left alone in a huge mansion, was gorgeous, with especially alluring green eyes. The moment Shi Qinglin saw it, he fussed over it from head to toe. The cat was docile and let him do as he pleased. It was clingy, too, and a real chatterbox, meowing nonstop every day. It was always winding around his legs, loved snuggling up to him, and would even roll onto its back to ask for belly rubs. So his days of hanging out with the cat after work became pure bliss: “Cutie, I’m here!” “Meow meow meow meow meow!” “Baby, come get a hug~” “Meow meow~” “Kisses, mwah.” “Meow.” “Let me squish you a few times!” (The cat lies down.) “Meow meow meow meow!” But it was strange: why had he never seen the cat's owner at home? Shi Qinglin shook his head and nibbled the tip of the little cat’s red ear. The owner was still paying him on time, so all he had to do was pet the cat. Until one day, Shi Qinglin fell asleep holding the little cat. When he opened his eyes again, a very tall man was lying in his arms. He took a closer look. Wasn’t that his aloof boss? Shi Qinglin jumped up and asked in horror, “Where’s my adorable cat? Where did it go?!” The boss remained expressionless, but rubbed his head against Shi Qinglin’s chest, looked up, opened his mouth, and made a sound. “Meow? Meow meow meow!” Shi Qinglin was stunned: !!! Bonus scene: Cheng Senyuan: “Your way to unwind is petting cats. What about me?” Shi Qinglin looked away. “What’s that meow-meow stuff you’re saying? I don’t understand.” Cheng Senyuan said in a low voice, “You really don’t understand? Then let me explain.” Shi Qinglin: “Fine, explain! But why are you pulling off my clothes?!” Theme: Love helps people grow.