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Xingchen is a legendary professional con artist. In his eyes, there are only two types of sugar daddies: living ATMs and exceptionally handsome men. The extravagantly wealthy “handsome man” he recently targeted is undoubtedly the best of the best. He is gentle, rich, considerate, and has a temperament so mild it seems as if he has no temper at all. He even pulled out a ring and offered to take Xingchen to Iceland to see the Northern Lights.
Xingchen was so moved that he ran away with the money that very night. He thought to himself, “Are you kidding me? Even my hair is fake; what kind of future could we possibly have?”
Just then, the top-tier, wealthy Wen family began searching for their missing youngest son. Xingchen looked into the mirror, removed his colored contact lenses and wig, and wiped away his disguise. His natural blond hair and blue eyes were an exact match for the person in the missing person poster.
“To hell with Iceland and to hell with the future,” he decided. “My future lies with the Wen family!”
Xingchen meticulously fabricated a past and knocked on the Wen family’s door. The entire family greeted him warmly, but whenever his uncle was mentioned, they inexplicably became evasive. The old butler pulled Xingchen aside and whispered, “Young Master, do not provoke your uncle. He has been in a bad mood lately.”
Xingchen nodded obediently, though he was inwardly unconvinced. It was not he who provoked his uncle, so he saw no reason to worry. He planned to win him over anyway.
That was until the door to the reception room opened. By the French windows, the figure who had been entangled with him just three days ago slowly turned around, his gaze falling upon Xingchen’s deliberately innocent face. The air suddenly froze. The man frowned and asked, “Have we met before?”
Xingchen suppressed the urge to turn and run, denying it three times in a row. “I haven’t! You haven’t! We have never met!”
The man slowly walked toward him, his shadow looming over him. “My name is Wen Ji. I am your uncle.”
Xingchen did not dare to look up. He clutched the edge of his suit vest, his voice trembling as he whispered, “Hello, Uncle.”
He wondered if it was too late to run.
To protect his facade, Xingchen put on a convincing performance, playing the role of an innocent nephew until the day Wen Ji cornered him by the pool. Looking at the man’s increasingly dangerous gaze, Xingchen’s survival instinct finally triumphed over his acting skills. He turned and bolted. “Let me go! I am going to tell Grandpa!” he screamed, his voice trembling as he scrambled toward the shore.
The next second, his ankle was suddenly gripped. Xingchen fell back into the water, only to be caught by Wen Ji from behind and held tightly in his arms.
“Running away? You still dare to run?”
Xingchen’s body went limp, and he cried out repeatedly, “Uncle, don’t…” (Wait, the instructions say remove ellipses, so: “Uncle, don’t!”)
“Uncle, I am your—” (He stopped himself.)
“You are not!”
Wen Ji’s lips curled into a slow smile. “Still pretending?”
Xingchen refused to admit the truth no matter what, and he could only shake his head vigorously. Wen Ji held him by the waist, turned him around, and stared into his terrified eyes. “You like calling me Uncle? Keep calling me.”
He leaned down, his warm breath brushing against Xingchen’s ear. “If you call me the wrong way, or if I am not satisfied with how you call me, tonight I will show your grandfather how his beloved grandson, the one he just found, got such a bruise on his waist.”
[Chameleon-like bottom x Two-Faced top]
Synopsis 2: Florida Police Department: Crazy Partner Cures Lazy People
As everyone knows, Florida is no place for idle people. Police Officer Sheng Yan was a total anomaly in the station. He had not fired a single shot in three years of duty. When a drug-addicted, burly man lunged at him, he calmly retreated. When a crazy woman carrying a crocodile charged at him, he fired a beanbag round at the crocodile. When a bald suspect pointed a gun at him, he pulled out a stun gun.
His logic was simple: a major incident required paperwork and time off, and there was no overtime pay. The entire station considered him the safest officer on patrol, and all new recruits were assigned to him for training.
When the new recruit Cain arrived—tall, well-behaved, impeccably polite, and dressed in designer clothes—he looked like the spitting image of a privileged young master. Sheng Yan waved his hand dismissively and said, “You drive.” He just wanted to give the young master a taste of his own medicine.
An hour later, Sheng Yan’s fingertips were denting the metal of the car door. Cain had set up his AR-15, firing two shots into the windshield—one hand on the steering wheel, the other aiming.
“The suspect is shooting at the rear of the car,” Cain reported. “He poses a real threat to the public. I must retaliate with force.”
He fired. A series of precise shots turned what should have been a standard pursuit into a high-stakes standoff. It ultimately escalated into a Florida highway chase where three police cars were totaled, two kilometers of guardrail were destroyed, and six magazines were emptied. Amidst the gunfire and the screech of brakes, Sheng Yan’s soul ascended to heaven three times only to be forced back into his body.
When the car finally stopped, Sheng Yan’s legs went weak as he got out, turning back to curse, “You enjoy this? Go be a mercenary!”
Cain flicked the barrel of his gun, shoved him against the car door, and grabbed his waist. “Sheng Yan, there is more to it than just this.”
From then on, Sheng Yan’s days of slacking off were over. Every day, he was either rolling his eyes at Cain or cleaning up his messes.
“You wrote ‘minor scratches’ on six totaled police cars?”
“They can still be driven after repairs.”
“A brand-new car flipped into a ditch after three hours—how am I supposed to explain that to the Chief?”
“We caught the wanted criminal, so it is not a loss.”
“What about overturning half a street of hot dog stands?”
“Did we not find two kilograms of drugs?”
“Cain! You and Florida are a perfect match! If you mess around again, I will castrate you!”
“Looks like you are ready for next time.”
“I did not say that! You… don’t use the evidence bag! Don’t use that!”
