A Nineteenth-Century Idiot Gold Digger

Feudal patriarch x clueless gold digger | Size difference Qiao En grew up in an orphanage. A poor upbringing didn't turn him into a self-reliant, delicate flower. Instead, after moving to the big city, he was dazzled by its hedonistic pleasures. He emptied his wallet to sign up for a course. [Three Sentences to Empty a Man's Wallet] Looking at his now-empty wallet, Qiao En decided the training course was pretty effective. He took diligent notes and studied, vowing to become the hardest-working gold digger around. At the end of the course, his mentor was pleased with him, patted him on the shoulder, and told him he was ready to graduate. That night, Qiao En took the address his mentor had given him and went to the biggest nightclub in town. He'd barely walked in when a brawl broke out. A flying beer bottle hit him on the head, and he went down with a thud. When he woke up, he was in nineteenth-century London. He had transmigrated. The good news: this body had a father, a mother, and siblings. Qiao En had found the family warmth he'd been missing! The bad news: the whole family was crammed into the slums. The windows let in the wind, the roof leaked, and their life was even worse than it had been in the orphanage. After spending a few days crouched over a sink washing dishes, Qiao En couldn't take it anymore. He decided to return to his old line of work! He'd raise the gold-digger flag high once more! * Auston had just left a tavern when someone suddenly crashed into his arms. He lowered his eyes and picked up the little mouse who had stumbled into his embrace. The boy was thin and frail, with a bottle of liquor in his arms. His little face was only as big as a palm, but it was fair and clean, with long, fluttering lashes and damp-looking eyes. He awkwardly began, "Sir, I'm drunk." Auston raised an eyebrow and drawled, "So, what would you like to do?" Qiao En made a bold suggestion. "Could I stay at your house for the night?" The man's eyes darkened as he looked him up and down, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Of course." Qiao En thought he'd "made it," unaware that he'd become prey under a predator's gaze. He moved into a beautiful castle, where he could wear soft leather boots, eat white bread spread with honey, and play with gold coins like toys. The only thing he had to give in return was his plump little butt. Qiao En was delighted. Once he'd saved enough money, he planned to wave goodbye and leave. Under cover of darkness, he packed a small bundle and tried to make his escape. That night, in the castle's great hall, the man sat lazily in a velvet chair, one hand supporting his temple and the other resting on the armrest. A strip of black leather hung from it. He looked nonchalantly at the boy, who'd been caught red-handed but still had the nerve to act innocent. Auston smiled. "Baby, you've been very naughty. Maybe you need a lesson to help you come to your senses." Qiao En spent the whole night in tears and ended up with a bottom thoroughly sore inside and out. What was he supposed to do?! His mentor had only taught him how to empty a man's wallet, not how to run away afterward! Theme: Love has endless possibilities.