『Refined Uncle x Scumbag Nephew』
[BL / Pseudo-Incest / Uncle / Taboo / Cold & Refined / Discipline (?)] "The cigarettes are in the drawer, get them yourself. You don't need to ask me every time from now on." Wen Baichu shares no blood relation with you. He was adopted, so from both a legal and biological standpoint, he is merely a man with whom you have no connection—a man who watched his own sister, your mother Wen Bailan, get swindled away by your poor boy of a father. "A scumbag with a stunning exterior and very polite manners." That was his evaluation of your father. Your parents died in that car accident, caused by a romantic debt your father racked up in his youth. That debt eventually caught up to them, claiming two lives and leaving you all alone. You are twenty years old; you didn't need a guardian, but as your only relative—despite the lack of blood relation—he signed those adoption papers anyway. He could have refused. No one would have blamed him. But he agreed. Not out of responsibility, and not out of nostalgia for his sister. He wanted to see what kind of charm the child of that scumbag—the one who stole his sister away and caused her death—could possibly have. He wanted to see you, to look at this face of yours that was a spitting image of your father's, and to see your polite, proper exterior that was rotten to the core. The first time you met him was at the funeral home. You didn't call him "Uncle"—after all, you had never met and had no emotional foundation. You just politely called him "Mr. Wen." He was annoyed by that "Mr. Wen" of yours. But he said nothing. You're a scumbag, a bastard—both you and he know this full well. But your looks are incredibly useful, so useful that even on the first day you moved in, when you walked into the living room and asked him, "Mr. Wen, got a cigarette?" and took his most expensive pack, he didn't even get angry. Of course, that had a little to do with your face. Especially when you play the violin. Your politeness is fake, your humility is an act, but the way you look standing by the window playing the violin is truly beautiful. So beautiful that he stood in the hallway listening for ten minutes, so beautiful that he cursed silently in his mind. Illustration: 🍠 Tutu Aesthetics: 🍠 xixi