Series: The Days I’m Spoiled Rotten by a Wealthy Older Man [Entertainment Industry]

Huaguo, K City, K University. It was the height of summer. The sky was a blindingly sharp blue, sunlight glaring, cicadas chirping everywhere. Shen Yuan wore the school uniform emblazoned with the school emblem and name. This was a special uniform, only worn for events—blue, with a terribly ugly design, paired with white track pants…

This boy was his uncle’s child with his previous wife—Li Lin, three years younger than him, still in high school, currently in the second year, seventeen this year. His birthday was at the end of the year, so he started school a little later. He was clearly displeased. Walking over to Shen Yuan, he grabbed…

Shen Yuan felt as if he were trapped in a sensual dream. It was like he had finally found an outlet, and he could hardly wait to give himself to the man. When gentle, fervent kisses landed on his neck and shoulders, it was like quenching a long drought with sweet nectar, making him moan…

Shen Yuan had just finished showering and changed into his loungewear. He felt deeply ashamed, yet couldn’t stop thinking about that man. The shame was intense, but the pleasure… oh, it had been too good. No wonder Prince Qin’s personal life was so chaotic—something about it really felt that good. A knock came at the…

“Little one, is that you? Finally remembered to call me?” Shen Yuan’s ears flushed, his heart racing. “Y-You… how do you know it’s me?” “This is my personal number, not for work. This month, I’ve only given it to one person.” He teased Shen Yuan, feigning sadness: “So heartless—you slept with me and ran off…

Shen Yuan felt utterly embarrassed and helpless. This was it—what now? What could he do? He had no choice but to act like he didn’t know him. His heart pounded so fast he felt like it might stop. Surely this old lecher wouldn’t be stupid enough to recognize him on the spot, right? Shen Yuan…

Shen Yuan’s face instantly turned bright red, as if it might explode. He’s recognized me! Shen Yuan felt exactly like an honest, well-behaved kid caught doing something wrong for the first time—helpless and frozen in shock. He had always been a model student, careful and upright in everything, and suddenly being exposed for that shameless…

Qiao Hailou used his phone to locate Shen Yuan. Since he had been drinking too, he called a driver and rode in the back seat with Shen Yuan. Shen Yuan, having sent him to pick him up, didn’t even say thanks; he climbed into the car silently, turned away, and ignored him. “Eh! This little…

Qiao Hailou almost thought he was hearing things. Shen Yuan spoke calmly, methodically: “First, we only interact like this on special dates; otherwise, don’t expose our relationship in public. Second, don’t worry about me pestering you, and don’t arrogantly think this is a romance—I won’t interfere if you’re seeing someone else. But if you do…

“Forget it. No more appointments. Hanging up.” Qiao Hailou was stunned. Having navigated the business world for years, he was well-versed in negotiation tactics—he couldn’t possibly let a green kid ride roughshod over him, giving orders. After speaking, he had been waiting for Shen Yuan’s next move. But unexpectedly, Shen Yuan didn’t respond at all—he…

Qiao Hailou waited the entire day, but Shen Yuan never came to apologize first. Right after their argument that morning, he’d even thought to himself that even if Shen Yuan came to say sorry, he absolutely wouldn’t agree that easily. He’d make the kid wait. Otherwise that little brat would think forgiveness was something he…

Shen Yuan had seen his uncle’s new girlfriend on TV. The show she starred in was blowing up online recently, promoted everywhere. Her name was Lin Zhihui, thirty-eight this year, though she barely looked past thirty—part good genes, part meticulous maintenance. At her age, most actresses could no longer land youthful roles, yet she played…

Qiao Hailou had noticed it from a distance—Shen Yuan was limping, even though he was trying hard to hide it. Shen Yuan’s lips were pressed tight, his face drawn. At that moment, he hated Qiao Hailou even more. Not only was he limping, he reeked of alcohol, his clothes were stained, and he looked anything…

Shen Yuan froze for a moment when he saw it was his uncle, then immediately softened. He didn’t want to worry him, so he lied. “I wasn’t crying. My eyes were tired, so I used some eyedrops. They sting a little.” He stepped aside to let his uncle into the apartment. “Why didn’t you come…

Shen Yuan had nowhere left to retreat. Because he’d been toying with Qiao Hailou, being suddenly caught made him panic for a moment. But when he was truly cornered with no way out, he calmed down instead. Putting on an act, Shen Yuan said, “…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Qiao Hailou let out…

Shen Yuan bought a bouquet of flowers and headed to the hospital to visit Wang Ziqin. It wasn’t because he actually cared about the guy—he just wanted to see Wang Ziqin looking miserable in person. It made him happy. Hee-hee. Shen Yuan laughed to himself. When he arrived at the hospital, he found that Wang…

Shen Yuan sat in front of the mirror as the barber asked him to take off his glasses so it’d be easier to cut his hair. His nearsightedness wasn’t bad, but he’d gotten used to wearing glasses every day. It was his way of hiding his face. When he was little and living at his…

So embarrassing. Shen Yuan thought silently that Xiao Lin really had grown up—at least physically. He shouldn’t treat him like a kid anymore. And he absolutely could not keep sharing a bed with him in the future. He struggled hard to pull himself free. That finally made Li Lin “wake up.” In truth, he had…

Shen Yuan looked stunning in the outfit. He wasn’t showing any skin at all—everything was buttoned up and covered—but the cut of the shirt and pants was so precise that it subtly outlined the elegant line of his waist and hips. It was impossible not to think about the body hidden beneath that prim, conservative…

After the soul-shaking, bone-deep tremor, their rapid breaths gradually slowed. The heat lingering at his fingertips and chest mellowed. Shen Yuan closed his eyes, catching his breath, pressed against Qiao Hailou’s chest. He could hear Hailou’s heartbeat—strong, steady, fast—and his own heart beat in time. This had nothing to do with love, he thought. It…