Guan Deng’s family was deep in debt. When his father ran away, Guan Deng was seized by the creditors as collateral.
He was a delicate young master, sickly since childhood, who had never known hardship or harsh words. With his beautiful mixed-race features, he was already running a fever and dazed when the creditor dragged him away, looking utterly wronged.
Chen Jiandong was a fierce, intimidating man, nearly ten years his senior.
Guan Deng knew the usual debt collection methods—beatings, curses, maybe even broken limbs—and he trembled in fear. Before Chen Jiandong could even speak, the small mixed-race boy on the bed burst into tears, nearly crying himself unconscious. Shaking violently, he clutched Chen Jiandong’s sleeve and pleaded, “Brother, please don’t be mean to me. I… I’m scared…”
Chen Jiandong stood up, intending to wipe away his tears, but the boy immediately closed his eyes and fainted from fright. Chen Jiandong was speechless. Had he even said anything yet?
Guan Deng was a high-maintenance young master. Chen Jiandong had originally planned, since he couldn’t get the money, to keep the debtor’s son around to work off the debt—father’s debt, son’s repayment.
However, Guan Deng insisted on drinking eighteen-yuan bottles of high-end mineral water, needed to be cuddled and coaxed to sleep, and required his hand held when walking, or he would start crying. The sickly boy also suffered from asthma whenever he got upset.
Instead of collecting debt, Chen Jiandong had brought home an ancestor to worship! He rolled up his sleeves and worked tirelessly just to earn money to buy water for the little invalid.
The sickly boy constantly clung to him, chirping, “Brother, your muscles are so big! You’re such a good man! I can help you carry cement someday to earn money and pay you back!”
Chen Jiandong glanced at the boy’s slender white legs and pretty face, clicking his tongue. “Do I need you for that? Just stay home and get fat. If the money isn’t enough, your brother can earn more.”
The little invalid puffed up his cheeks. “Don’t look down on me!”
In the new millennium, real estate boomed. The boss of Beifeng Real Estate was a legendary figure who had fought his way up from the countryside, possessing hundreds of millions in assets before turning thirty. He was known to be ruthless and unforgiving, establishing deep roots from Daqing to Beijing that no one could shake.
Yet, this same man was currently at home, where his “canary” was kicking his feet in his lap like a small fish, angrily throwing a pillow at his face. “I’ve been doing this for you for so long! Doesn’t that count as debt repayment?! I want to go act, I just do!”
“I hate you! Trading stocks all day is so boring! I want to go out!”
Chen Jiandong’s veins pulsed from the noise. He grabbed the ankle of the boy trying to run away, pulled him back, and pinned him down. His voice was hoarse and restrained, careful not to hurt his treasure: “Stay home, and take back what you just said, immediately!”
Raw Novel Name: 東北糙漢撿到嬌氣包後
