The Fussy Little Prince and His Rookie Daddy

A looks-obsessed young master with a bratty streak X a stuffy old-school newbie daddy The complete novel costs less than a cup of milk tea. Please, little angels, support the official version and refuse pirated copies. XOXO, everyone. Qiao Mingxi is obsessed with good looks. From his dinnerware to the people around him, everything has to be pretty and pleasing to the eye. He gets dolled up every day, down to the last strand of hair. Just after his twentieth birthday, he suddenly couldn't stop wanting to cuddle up to every person he passed! No!!! Absolutely not!!! Qiao Mingxi couldn't stand having uncontrollable urges toward ordinary-looking, mediocre humans, so he hid away in a villa on the outskirts of the city. One day, he found an unconscious man on a mountain road. Broad shoulders, a narrow waist: he was breathtakingly handsome. Qiao Mingxi sized him up. “You’ll do, I guess.” When the man woke up, he said, “So you’re saying you don’t have any suitable clothes for me, and you’re going to make me stay naked?” Qiao Mingxi: “Yep.” The man pointed out the window at the heavy snow. “It’s below freezing.” Qiao Mingxi tapped a finger against the man’s solid chest. “If you want clothes, you have to do what I say!” * Three months later. After searching everywhere for renowned doctors, Qiao Mingxi’s parents and older brother finally found a way to treat his skin hunger syndrome. When they arrived at Qiao Mingxi’s villa, they saw a muscular, half-naked man who was 190 centimeters tall putting socks on Qiao Mingxi. Qiao Mingxi’s older brother: “What scoundrel is looking to die?” The man turned around, and Qiao Mingxi’s brother’s expression grew complicated. Oh, it’s Professor He, the one the National Defense Science and Technology Institute has been searching all over for. Well, that’s fine, then. He’s barely good enough for my little brother, though. He Jianshan catered to Qiao Mingxi’s every whim. From food and clothes to travel and daily life, he took care of everything to perfection. Qiao Mingxi felt like he hadn’t found a boyfriend so much as gotten himself a dad. When He Jianshan proposed, Qiao Mingxi said, “I think we’re missing a little passion. This isn’t love at all. We’d better not waste each other’s time.” He Jianshan: “What do you think passion is?” Qiao Mingxi gestured wildly. “Like a sudden spark, your heart pounding wildly, passion bursting everywhere.” That night, Qiao Mingxi was so dizzy and overwhelmed that his heart nearly stopped beating. He Jianshan held down his back, hips sinking as he whispered in his ear, “Baby, was that enough sparks this time? Passionate enough?” Qiao Mingxi stuck out his tongue, unable to speak, and gave a pleading little nod. Coming next: The Daily Discipline of a Sweet Little Airhead A pure-and-sultry little fox of a troublemaking, bratty bottom X a rigid, dad-like top who worries himself sick Wen Liangyu is the apple of his family’s eye. His parents and older brothers would never dare go against his wishes. He has countless admirers, with butterflies fluttering around him everywhere, each trying to outdo the others in flattering him. The Wen family is constantly worried that some blond bad boy will make off with Liangyu. The good news: Liangyu has no room in his heart for romance. The bad news: He has no room for anything serious, either. His head is empty, and he’s always finding new ways to have fun, often disappearing for two or three days at a time. The Wen family can’t bear to hit him, and can’t bring themselves to scold him. When Liangyu goes off to college, they entrust him to his fiance in the capital, Jing City. The marriage was arranged by Liangyu’s grandmother. He can’t even remember what Cen Zhaoshan looks like, and he hates that Cen Zhaoshan keeps trying to control him from overseas. When he arrives in Jing City, the first thing he does is call his friends and head to a bar. Drunk out of his mind, his palm-sized, fair face flushed, his eyes hazy and glistening. His eyelashes flutter as he clings to a strange man’s shoulder and asks, “Hello, are you the male companion my friend ordered?” By the time Wen Liangyu brings the man back to their booth, someone is already sitting beside his friend. “Sorry, my friend didn’t order you,” Wen Liangyu says to the man with an apologetic smile. His eyes are sultry, his gaze rippling, as he softly bumps into the man. The man’s features are cold and stern. He wraps an arm around Wen Liangyu’s waist and lifts him up. “Your friend ordered someone. Didn’t you?” Wen Liangyu shakes his head sadly. “That lousy fiance of mine confiscated all my allowance!” * Cen Zhaoshan doesn’t find his little fiance at the airport. He tracks him down at the bar, where he’s even mistaken for a male escort. He carries the drunken man home, wipes his face, changes his clothes, and coaxes him to sleep. A long night of hard work. The first thing Liangyu says when he sees him is, “Good morning, male companion!” Cen Zhaoshan looks at the person before him, hair sticking up in every direction and eyes bleary with sleep, utterly innocent of the ways of the world. He suppresses his anger and says, “Baby, you should call me hubby.” Wen Liangyu: “Get lost! Even if I get married eight times, it won’t be to you!” Long-distance caretaking turns into close-up discipline. Wen Liangyu goes against Cen Zhaoshan at every turn. Cen Zhaoshan strictly forbids him from going to disreputable places, so Liangyu heads straight for anything that looks new and exciting. Murder-mystery games, bars, streetwear shops, racetracks, escape rooms... Cen Zhaoshan can drag Liangyu home from wherever he’s having fun, at any hour of the night or early morning. And then comes punishment, again and again. After a while, when his friends invite Wen Liangyu to a murder-mystery game and suggest hiring a male companion, Wen Liangyu covers his red, swollen bottom and shakes his head. “I’m not going. My husband is the most handsome. I only love him. I’m not interested in other men.” That night, after Cen Zhaoshan finishes checking the security cameras as usual, Wen Liangyu kisses his cheek. “Hubby, I was so good today. Can I have a reward?” Cen Zhaoshan: “Good baby. Your reward is a marriage certificate.” Wen Liangyu: “(•̩̩̩̩_•̩̩̩̩) I only wanted to go out and have some fun.” Coming next: The Frail Young Master Dresses as a Girl and Hooks a Real Daddy An Yu is a true young master, raised in the lap of luxury. He’s frail and sickly, fussy and troublesome, and has made countless enemies. Then his family falls on hard times, and the steady stream of nourishing tonics is cut off. He coughs up blood but can’t afford a hospital. He even sticks to the cheapest phone plan. His enemies ought to be able to let go of their grudges now. His own miserable life is bad enough, but seeing his enemies happy makes him even angrier. To hold on to the last shred of his dignity, An Yu puts on women’s clothes and starts livestreaming. On his very first day, a big spender in the chat boosts him to the top of the rankings. An Yu waits nervously for the man to make a request. He falls asleep, but no private message comes. The second day. The third day... As long as An Yu goes live, he reaches number one within ten minutes. Everyone wants to know just how beautiful the newly popular, faceless cross-dressing streamer is, how rich the silent number-one supporter is, and whether the two of them have slept together. Two months pass. An Yu’s bank balance grows rapidly, and his conscience grows increasingly uneasy. He sends his big spender a photo of his own accord. “Daddy, I cut my hand. Which hospital nearby should I go to?” The cut on his hand is barely worth noticing. His two slender legs are long and fair, a blue diamond leg garter squeezing into the smooth flesh of his thigh. The big spender sends him an address. It’s a cafe, not a hotel! An Yu changes the man’s contact name to “Purehearted Number One.” An Yu strides confidently toward the cafe, then turns around, sets an alarm, and flees in panic. Oh no, this time he’s hooked a real daddy! * An Yu never could have imagined that the silent number-one supporter would be Fu Xiantang! Before the An family fell on hard times, Fu Xiantang often visited his father for tea and even bought him toys. Until he was sixteen, An Yu always called him “Daddy.” They haven’t seen each other in four years, but Fu Xiantang still has the authority of an elder. An Yu decides to go all in. He blocks Fu Xiantang across the entire internet and starts livestreaming again in secret from a new account. When he eagerly goes to have a meal with his new number-one supporter, three burly bodyguards escort him back to the mansion he once called home. Fu Xiantang sits on the bed An Yu slept in as a child, smiling coldly as he asks, “Baby, do you call everyone you meet Daddy?” “When I held you as a child, did they all get to hold you, too?” Theme: Loving yourself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.