The Return on 8 Million in Donations

Jian Huaichuan, 31, is rich, handsome, and successful in his career.

But his family is twisted and suffocating, and depends on him far too much.

His grandfather sees him as both his son and his wife, his mother sees him as her older brother, his father sees him as his father, and his younger brother sees him as his mother.

He has problems of his own, too. He always wants to destroy himself.

The first time he had an episode, Jian Huaichuan gave up his recommendation for graduate school at a prestigious university.

The second time, he left the civil service, a job everyone envied.

The third time was this spring. He handed over the group he had founded to a friend to manage, then donated eight million yuan to a child from the countryside.

After getting a call from the police station, Jian Huaichuan thought, I really am sick.

The officer told him that a high school student had received a huge sum of money and reported it to the police. They asked the donor, Jian Huaichuan, to cooperate with the investigation.

Over the next week, Jian Huaichuan cooperated with the investigation and signed the Anti-Telecom and Online Fraud Pledge, the Pledge to Combat Organized Crime, and the Sword of Justice: Protecting Young Buds Pledge Against Abuse... 😐

And that wasn't all. Jian Huaichuan hadn't just insisted on donating the money, he also wanted to visit the kid.

His friend tried to talk him out of it. "You're out of your mind. I can still help if you go crazy or stupid, but if someone buries you and chops you up, just wait to become the poster child for a romance scam."

But then the kid sent a thank-you letter, and two things he bragged about caught Jian Huaichuan's attention:

First, he was well-built. The letter's exact words: [18, 196]

Second, he was lively. The letter's exact words: [I'm an 18-year-old top student who can take on eight people at once, and I couldn't care less about the Nobel Prize in Literature... Are you sick? Come find me over summer break. I'll turn you into a lively, energetic guy with twin tails!]

What a spirited kid. His home life was the complete opposite of Jian Huaichuan's.

Jian Huaichuan went without a second thought.

But the kid was nothing like advertised. He was a combination of a blockhead and a total goofball!

By the second week after they met, they were caught up in sweet, flirtatious tension.

Unable to withstand that heated gaze, Jian Huaichuan held out his hand, offering to let the kid hold it.

The literature-loving blockhead didn't know how to hold hands. Instead, he started writing an essay: "My older brother's hand is like a mountain. That night, it rained heavily, and little me had a fever..."

On the first day they were dating, the night was dark, so it was a good time to get things done.

After waiting and waiting, Jian Huaichuan gritted his teeth and dropped a hint: "A grown-up cucumber."

The blockhead who couldn't care less about the Nobel Prize didn't get the hint. Instead, he came back with a perfectly balanced, rhyming couplet: "B-b-b-bad luck, a little green flower in decline!"

Before the college entrance exams, Jiang Mao inexplicably received a donation of eight million yuan.

He immediately reported it to the police. Once he found out who had sent it and looked up the man's many news articles and photos, he was smitten that very night and wrote him a three-thousand-word letter.

He had two first impressions of the crazy rich donor:

First, he was good-looking. Way too good-looking. So good-looking that Jiang Mao had a wet dream that night.

Second, Jian Huaichuan seemed like a serious, conservative man. First he had been a government official, then a chairman. He spoke like one of those old men in high positions, and dressed either in a government-style jacket or a suit. He was old-fashioned.

So, in his letter, Jiang Mao boldly mentioned how tall and well-endowed he was.

He hoped to catch the eye of this beautiful man who seemed like an older gentleman.

That summer, the old-fashioned man really did come to the village. Who knew he wouldn't be what Jiang Mao expected?

The very first night, he saw the man shed his suit, revealing all the pale skin beneath it, glowing like a light.

By the sixth night, the man was sitting beside him, relaxing without a care in the world.

By the third week, the man was inviting him to do this and that...

"Babe, do you have some kind of addiction?" he asked later.

Later still, Jiang Mao scrambled out of the man's gloomy villa, but couldn't resist getting abstract: "Don't worry, baby. I'll poke all your pain away!"

◆ Younger top, older bottom, both virgins, age gap, build gap, height gap

◆ The synopsis was submitted to the editor for record on February 27, 2026

Theme: Feelings can bloom before they even meet