Give the Stoic Daddy a Kiss

A ruthless Shanghai tycoon Daddy × a cool, alluring college girl Xia Ling is a gorgeous, sexy woman with a chilly air, and she is extremely, extremely, extremely practical. When her family hits a crisis, she acts sweet and adorable and marries an older man from her social circle. He comes from an old-money family, has been wealthy for generations, and has weathered years of cutthroat business battles. He is the real deal, a ruthless big shot, and nearly fifteen years older than her. Over 190 cm tall, one-quarter German, broad-shouldered and long-legged, with an eight-pack and sun-kissed bronze skin, he is exactly the powerful, wild, mature Daddy of her imagination. The Daddy of all Daddies. Xia Ling is more than a little satisfied with marrying him. But she never expected married life to be so disappointing! He is rigid, old-fashioned, domineering, and traditional. Because she is young, delicate, quiet, and easy to push around, he would rather... than touch her! He won't even let her look! A month later, her best friend happened to call and ask how things were going. Xia Ling had finally had enough. Shaking her head in despair, she said, "No good." "The old man might be too old. He really can't do it." "No matter how I flirt with him, nothing works. He's practically a living corpse. You know what I mean by living corpse?" The more she said, the more upset she got, until she was nearly in tears. "Thinking that the rest of my life will be like this, I honestly feel like bashing my head against a wall." * Then, one dark and stormy night, with the family crisis resolved thanks to the tycoon, she began to wonder whether she should divorce him for the sake of her happiness in the years to come. She "accidentally wandered" into the master bedroom adjoining her own. The curtains were half-drawn, and a ray of clear moonlight fell across the man's face, half-lit and half-shadowed. He lounged loosely in an armchair, like a strong, graceful cheetah after the hunt. A white shirt hugged his lean muscles, outlining his smooth, solid physique. His long legs were casually crossed, a dark belt buckle at his waist. Slightly open... Xia Ling's eyes: o.o... 0.0!! Was that before or after...? If it was after, then that was way too... Xia Ling had a vague feeling that something was wrong, and she was a little scared. She hurriedly tried to explain in a small voice, "I came to discuss Baudrillard with you. No, Godard. Hegel." Fu Tingyun: ... "I'm sorry, sir. I can't keep up the act anymore." Xia Ling tossed the books and discs aside and bowed respectfully. To marry him, she had spent a whole month pretending to be artsy, quiet, delicate, and talented. She just couldn't keep it up. "Actually, I only know Tengger." Fu Tingyun gave a faint laugh, lowered his head, and lit a cigarette. His voice was deep and husky. "I know." In the darkness, he approached, and she heard the sound of her clothes being unbuttoned. "Me too." He gently lifted her chin, his voice low, rough, and passionate. Wait, who told her he liked artsy girls, anyway? He might be old-fashioned, but that didn't mean he was old-fashioned about this. * 1. A domineering, rigid, traditional, and incredibly masculine alpha Daddy, a beast of a man beneath his suit and shirt. He's also a doting Daddy who pampers her and cooks for her alone. 2. A post-marriage romance. The heroine is 20 and the hero is 32. Both are virgins and each other's first love. (Daddy may be older, but he's old-fashioned, so this is his first time falling in love.) 2025.7.1 (Godard: a leading director of the French New Wave; Hegel: a German philosopher; Tengger: a famous Chinese musician) A wickedly handsome, devoted sea monster × a beautiful, gentle, warm-hearted bride Cheng Xue is a university lecturer. Her life is bland, dull, and boring. Until one day, her newlywed husband tells her that he has achieved financial freedom. Cheng Xue: Oh ho. Cheng Xue: How much? Honestly, she didn't take it seriously. Her husband had little education and was clumsy in daily life. He would spend millions on useless adult toys, and still hadn't gotten used to WeChat = =! The matchmaker had said he was very capable and good at making money. Cheng Xue had no comment. She just thought that apart from his extraordinary good looks and sexual prowess, he was practically useless. Of course, he really was handsome. On the day of their blind date, a young man in a white shirt and trousers walked into the bustling restaurant, cool and stunningly handsome. The whole place seemed to fall silent. Most importantly, when he lowered his head slightly and toyed with an e-cigarette in his pale, slender fingers, resting an elbow on the corner of the table, then raised his cool eyes to look at her, his quiet, focused attention was incredibly captivating. Lin Li: About a billion. Cheng Xue: H-how much? Soft sunlight fell beside the table, gilding the man, who was so handsome he looked like a god. He hardly seemed real. Cheng Xue suddenly couldn't speak. She lowered her head, took out her phone, and forced herself to message him on WeChat: [So how much are you planning to hand over?] She couldn't very well talk about money at the table. Lin Li raised his eyes to look at her. His beautiful fingers typed: [All of it.] Cheng Xue: O-oh ho? Later, that billion really was transferred in installments into the bank account whose transfer limit she kept having to raise. Every day, she looked at the interest, which was more than her entire annual salary, and still felt a little dazed. * Later on, her young, handsome husband suggested that she visit his hometown with him. It was an ancient island hidden deep in the sea, where rain fell endlessly. Her husband really was different from other people. It was only here that Cheng Xue began to grasp the reality of it. Not just the billion. The people here looked at him strangely, as if they feared him, or revered him. Strangely enough, they also looked a little like him. Their expressions when they looked at her were just as complicated. One night, Cheng Xue finally saw what he really was. That was after he had crushed two people who claimed to be his "parents" into dust. The young man knelt calmly on the ground, gathering up the empty clothes that were all that remained. His expression was indifferent and solemn, with a hint of reverence. Cheng Xue felt as if she were watching someone gather up the remains of his real parents. Later still, in the deepest part of the sea, Cheng Xue stared in shock at the monster before her. A cold, salty, clammy presence seized her. But she couldn't move, because she recognized those familiar, devoted eyes in that hideously wicked, bewitchingly beautiful face, as if it were steeped in an unclean aura. Eyes that would always gaze at her quietly, intently. As if she were the only one left in the world. Cheng Xue suddenly didn't want to leave him, even though she was terribly afraid. He knew he scared her every time. But the next morning, when she woke up in bed, he would hold her tightly from behind, gently nuzzle her hair with his chin, and soothe her in a low, gentle voice. "Baby, don't be scared." Cheng Xue: &(...T(¥@@!¥* Lin Li watched her frightened expression and sighed. "...But I gave you all my wealth." Cheng Xue: *&¥!¥#... Lin Li: "So don't leave, baby. I'm scared." Cheng Xue: ??? You're a god, and you're scared? But she sighed, met his eyes, and still hugged him tight. She even had to comfort him. "Don't be scared." Theme: You don't have to pretend in front of the person you love.