The Young Lady's Pretty Boy

Zhao Mingzhi was said to be arrogant and ruthless, with cruel methods. She had infuriated her father and kept her siblings down, using an iron fist to seize control of the Zhao family. The truth? She was just a lonely, older single woman desperate to be loved. Hua Yunyi was supposedly a fool and an idiot, weak and useless, timid and cowardly, and a crybaby who could only be bullied by his siblings. The truth? He controlled the largest underground organization and was the hidden boss of a real estate empire, ruthless and merciless in business. He was bullied, so she rescued him. A beauty saves a damsel in distress, and the damsel was exactly what she wanted. She took him home, deciding to keep herself a pretty boy. Zhao Mingzhi: From now on, you belong to me, and I’ll protect you. Hua Yunyi: Mommy says you only belong to someone after you’ve slept with them. Zhao Mingzhi: That’s right. Then let’s sleep together tonight. Zhao Mingzhi went to the Hua family to ask for his hand in marriage. Hua Yunyi: Dad, my wife says she slept with me, so she has to take responsibility. … Hua Yunyi: I like sleeping with my darling wife. … Hua Yunyi: Dad, I want to marry my darling wife. The young woman sat nearby, admiring her manicure and feeling even more pleased with the pretty boy she’d taken in. As Hua Yunyi rubbed his wife’s legs, he declared his love: “Darling, if anyone insults you, I’ll insult them back twice as hard. If anyone hits you, I’ll hit them back twice as hard. If you’re afraid of the pain of childbirth, I’ll find someone else to have the baby for you.” “Hm?” “Fine. I’ll have it. But Mommy says men can’t have babies.” “I’ll have it myself.” His fox-like eyes lit up instantly. That was exactly what he’d been waiting to hear. Zhao Mingzhi thought her pretty boy was her lucky star. Ever since she took him in, whenever she wanted to teach someone a lesson, Heaven would take care of them before she could even lift a hand. Anyone who tried to bully her seemed to have been cursed. Miss Zhao’s life grew more and more comfortable. When she was tired, someone was there to pamper her, rubbing her shoulders and massaging her bones. When she was sleepy, someone automatically became her pillow and even sang her a lullaby. When she was bored, someone told her stories and jokes. One day, the tadpole in her belly was about to sprout into a tiny little pretty boy. Miss Zhao panicked. She was already raising one pretty boy, and now she had to raise a pretty boy’s pretty boy too? The pressure was immense. Then things took a fantastical turn. The pretty boy who always hid in her arms and acted spoiled suddenly manned up. “My woman and my son are mine to raise, of course.”