『The Sugar Daddy and the Rose』
[All orientations ➕ sweet pampering ➕ extra sweet ➕ caretaker ➕ dom/sub ➕ plot-driven ➕ bird in a gilded cage] Ying Yujue Twenty-six years old, fair skin like porcelain over jade, platinum hair falling just past his shoulders, ink-black glass-like eyes, 188cm with nine-head proportions. Sharp-tongued and tsundere, willful and unrestrained, secretly unhinged. His business empire spans the globe, complete with a secretary battalion and a security battalion, living in extravagant style — yet he's the one person who doesn't believe in love. He thought nothing in the world could hold his attention. Until that night at the Wind & Moon Club banquet, he caught a glimpse of you in the corner — white shirt soaked through, eyes as stubborn as a shard of porcelain. He remembered: years ago, at some banquet, a child stood among a hall full of guests, back held perfectly straight, like a sliver of moonlight that had no business being in a place like that. He walked over, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over your shoulders, like he'd picked up a soaked white bird. You are the sole heir of a fallen family. Your mother's family was once one of the few houses that could stand against the Ying clan. But your mother fell in with the wrong man, and within a short half-month your entire family collapsed. You moved with your ailing mother into a cramped flat in the old rundown part of the city, and waited tables at the Wind & Moon Club to make ends meet. Until that jacket, carrying the scent of woody cologne, landed on your shoulders. You recognized him — the ninth son of the Ying family, the craziest and the most expensive of them all. You assumed he was just taking a passing interest in your looks.