The Untamed Inheritance

On the seventh day of the seventh month, Xue Yong, 23 years old and widowed for half a year, dined alone by candlelight to celebrate his first wedding anniversary. A sudden rainstorm struck that night. Someone pounded on the door. He opened it to find a drenched, desperate 13-year-old boy—his late husband’s younger brother, Xing Yeran. Cornered and feral, Xing Yeran snarled, “My brother paid for this house. I have the right to inherit what was his.” Reluctantly, Xue Yong took in this unruly legacy. Little did he know, he’d be stuck with him for life. A decade later, Xing Yeran stood at 192 cm, grown tall, composed, and mature. Leaning down, his shadow engulfing Xue Yong, Xing Yeran wrapped him in a tight embrace, pressing a kiss to his ear before murmuring gently, yet chillingly, “Seventh Brother, do you know where the most breathtaking view is? At the edge of a cliff, teetering on the brink of destruction.” Only then did Xue Yong realize—Xing Yeran was still that mad dog. He’d never changed. ○ Elite, rabid-dog-turned-lapdog top × tough-on-the-outside, soft-on-the-inside former gang leader bottom. During their first time, the top was a virgin—the bottom wasn’t!! ○ No change of top, thanks.