After The Rough Guy From Northeast China Picked Up The Delicate Bag,

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Guan Deng’s family was deep in debt. His father ran away, and Guan Deng was seized by the creditors as collateral. He was a young master who had been frail and sickly since childhood, never having endured hardship or been yelled at. A delicate invalid with a beautiful, mixed-race face, he was running a fever and dizzy with misery when the creditor brother took him away.

Chen Jiandong was a fierce, intimidating man nearly ten years his senior. Guan Deng knew the usual methods of debt collection—beating, cursing, maybe even breaking limbs—and he trembled in fear. Before Chen Jiandong could even speak, the small mixed-race boy on the bed started crying uncontrollably, nearly fainting from the tears. Trembling, he clutched Chen Jiandong’s sleeve and pleaded, “Brother, please don’t be mean to me, I… I’m scared…” Chen Jiandong stood up to wipe his tears, but the boy closed his eyes and fainted from fright. Chen Jiandong was speechless. Hadn’t he even said anything yet?

Guan Deng was an extremely delicate young master. Chen Jiandong had originally planned that since he couldn’t get the money, he would keep the debtor’s son around to work off the debt personally—father’s debt, son’s repayment. But Guan Deng insisted on drinking expensive mineral water, needed to be cuddled to sleep, and required his hand held while walking, or else he would start crying pitifully. The mixed-race boy was also an invalid who suffered from asthma whenever he got upset. Instead of collecting debt, Chen Jiandong had brought home an ancestor to worship! Chen Jiandong had to roll up his sleeves and work daily just to earn money to buy the sickly boy his water.

The little invalid clung to him every day, chattering, “Brother, your muscles are so big! You’re such a good man! I can carry cement with you someday and earn money to pay you back!” Chen Jiandong scanned the boy’s slender, pale legs and pretty face, clicking his tongue. “Do I need you for that? Just stay home and eat until you gain some weight. If the money isn’t enough, your brother can earn more.” The little invalid pouted. “Don’t look down on me!”

In the new millennium, the real estate market boomed. The boss of Beifeng Real Estate was a legendary figure who had fought his way up from the village, accumulating hundreds of millions in assets before the age of thirty. He was rumored to be ruthless and unforgiving, establishing himself firmly from Daqing to Beijing, a deeply rooted figure no one could shake. Yet, this same man, at home, had his little canary kicking his feet in his lap like a flopping fish, angrily throwing a pillow at his face. “I’ve been doing this for you for so long! That doesn’t count as paying off the debt?! I want to go act, I insist!” “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 boy’s ankle, pulling the fleeing figure back and pinning him down. His voice was hoarse and restrained, careful not to damage 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