Raising My Future Wife from Childhood

Old-fashioned, controlling Daddy top x sensitive, tearful bottom (AB romance)

Jian Zhinian had lived with the Jian family since he was three.

The servants said he was an illegitimate child they had picked up, and the only little one in the vast castle.

He heard the servants talking but didn't understand. Dragging his little rabbit behind him, he toddled around the villa.

After accidentally bumping into someone, Jian Zhinian grew frightened. He pressed his little face against the man and rubbed against him ingratiatingly. "Daddy..."

"That's not right." Jian Wenxu reached out to cover his mouth. "I'm not your daddy."

Jian Wenxu, heir to the Jian family.

A powerful young master who held sway over Haishi, ruthless and domineering in all he did.

He was sixteen years older than Jian Zhinian. Although he was an illegitimate child, a little plaything brought about by a collateral branch of the family, that didn't stop Jian Wenxu from raising him.

When Nian Nian was three, he would cry in Jian Wenxu's arms. Even when he mumbled "Daddy" in the middle of the night, Jian Wenxu didn't mind. He would simply give him a smack and tell him he had the wrong name.

Jian Zhinian grew up under Jian Wenxu's complete care, becoming exactly the kind of man other men liked, in both appearance and personality.

After he differentiated as a beta, Jian Zhinian lost himself watching Jian Wenxu being intimate with someone else.

That night, curled up in the man's arms, he pouted with a furrowed brow. "Daddy... after you marry someone else, will you still be good to me?"

"I don't want you to marry someone else... I only want you to stay with me..."

Jian Wenxu pinched his cheek and said in a low voice, "Then who do you want me to marry? You?"

"Little darling, you know what our relationship is."

Jian Zhinian rubbed his face against the man's palm, unable to hide the infatuation and attachment in his eyes. "I don't care. I only want to be with you..."

On their wedding night, the Jian family home blazed with lights.

When the red veil in front of Jian Zhinian was lifted, the face that appeared was more familiar to him than any other.

Those long, dark eyes glinted ominously, making Jian Zhinian shrink back in fear.

When his ankle was dragged over, he cried out in pain, "Dad..."

Jian Wenxu shushed him and held him close, gently soothing him. "You called me the wrong thing again."

Reader's guide:

1. Daddy is very old-fashioned, and the little darling has a bit of a father complex.

2. Both are sexually inexperienced, both devoted, with an intensely one-sided arrow of affection. 1v1.

3. Sixteen-year age gap, with pregnancy and childbirth scenes.

4. They will not get together before the younger one is an adult!! Before then, the little darling only has a teenage crush.

Coming soon: "Husband, Please Don't Hate Me". Pseudo-G.

Duan Xing x Duan Xiaohui

Northwest volunteer teacher x real estate tycoon

Duan Xing was a boy born from a child-bringing ritual, an unwanted child.

After her husband died, his mother could not give him an heir. She tried the ritual until she was driven to despair, then slept with a lover and got pregnant.

Hating the old-fashioned traditions that had trapped her, she dragged her child into the same misery.

From the age of six, Duan Xing was made to have his feet bound, grow his hair long, and wear flowered dresses... Day after day, he was taught how to serve men.

When there was no rice or flour at home, his mother dragged him door to door to beg with a smile, but the leftovers they received were barely better than slop.

Duan Xing held his little broken bowl and looked up at the person standing behind the village chief, instinctively shrinking away.

Only at night would he summon the courage to run over and whisper, "Big brother... my feet hurt."

Duan Xiaohui was a late-born son, cherished by the village chief like the apple of his eye.

But only he knew that he, too, was a bastard born of an affair.

After finding a greedy little field mouse one night, he was helpless to resist those pitiful eyes.

He walked over and crouched down, lifting the boy's hair and tucking it behind his ear. "Call me something nice, and I won't hit you."

Duan Xing had been beaten by his mother so often that he had learned to appease people. He rubbed his face against the hand resting beside it.

When he saw his feet unbound and warm food waiting for him, he obediently did as he was told and sold himself.

When locusts swarmed the village, Duan Xiaohui didn't bother with whether his parents lived or died. He grabbed Duan Xing and ran.

Even when his legs gave out and he was bleeding, he kept running, desperate to escape the man-eating village of Duan.

That run lasted twelve years.

Duan Xiaohui made a name for himself in the city, carving out a place in the booming economy of the south. By fighting dirty, he became the biggest real estate magnate around.

People in his circle said he was a cripple with a twisted mind, which was why he was so ruthless and heartless.

But the batches of supplies sent to the northwest and the Hope Primary Schools rising from the ground were real.

When his assignment on the northwest frontier ended, a beautiful figure appeared at the airport and threw himself into Duan Xiaohui's arms, smiling and acting spoiled.

Everyone said this was Mr. Duan's kept lover, hidden away from the public eye.

But no one imagined that this high-and-mighty man would carefully wait on him at night.

Duan Xing changed into a white dress, his long hair loose, and curled up in the man's arms just as he had as a child. "Big brother... Teaching is so tiring. My feet hurt."

The man laid a hand over the rounded swell of his belly. "What about the baby? Has it been giving you trouble?"

Duan Xing looked up and softened his voice. "The baby hasn't, but, big brother... I want to give you trouble."

Theme: I'll take care of you