You Don't Love Him, He Loves You the Most

Zhou Shien was Fu Simian’s most loyal follower, from high school through college graduation—always by his side. Everyone knew the fair, tender, well-behaved boy trailing behind Fu the Second was his. But Zhou Shien wasn’t really well-behaved. He only feared Fu Simian wouldn’t like him otherwise, so he quit every habit he had and learned everything he was supposed to. It takes countless straws to break a camel’s back. When Fu Simian’s childhood friend took a liking to the ring on Zhou Shien’s finger and Zhou refused to hand it over, Fu Simian gently stroked his hair, his voice tender. "Be good. It’s just a ring. I’ll buy you another." Zhou Shien took off the ring, turned, and walked away. After Zhou Shien disappeared, Fu Simian carried on with business as usual, composed as ever. People praised Fu the Second for embodying the same poise as the old Fu patriarch. When he next saw Zhou Shien, the boy had a tattoo on his wrist, smoked with practiced ease, and was the center of attention in a bar, surrounded by admirers. A brother beside Fu Simian whispered later, "That’s the Zhou family’s third son—notorious for being wild and reckless, daring to play with anything." Wild and reckless? Fu Simian still remembered Zhou Shien standing before him years ago in a white shirt and black slacks, obedient and sweet, saying, "Senior, my name is Zhou Shien. I like you." No one had ever been as well-behaved as Zhou Shien. But now, Zhou Shien was the Zhou family’s third son. — Dragged into a car, Zhou Shien was handed a cup of milk tea by Fu Simian. Without even glancing at it, he slapped it away. "I don’t like sweet things." Fu Simian didn’t get angry. "Alright, we won’t drink it." When Fu Simian leaned in to kiss him, Zhou Shien let him, then smirked. "Fu Simian, I’ve kissed so many people—minor celebrities, internet stars. Aren’t you disgusted?" Fu Simian slowly pulled back, stroking Zhou Shien’s hair just like before, gentle yet detached. "No." "But what a shame. I’d rather kiss some D-list nobody than you. I like them—but not you, Mr. Fu." — In Jiangcheng, where the Fu family wielded immense influence, a major incident erupted: Fu the Second, already the heir, suddenly went mad, obsessed with starting a company in Beicheng. Without hesitation, he took his team there, sending ripples through Beicheng’s business world. This time, Fu Simian was venturing into an industry he’d never once considered—entertainment. Fu Simian texted Zhou Shien, "Whatever type you like, you can come pick them yourself." Pathetic to the core. —— 1. Scum-to-simp chasing, lightly dogblooded. 3. First love for both, unequal relationship dynamic, no sugar daddy trope. ++ No replacement top, 1v1, HE. ++ The scum-to-simp arc is intense. ++ The author has no biases—please don’t slap labels. This is my first scum-to-simp story; if the emotions or plot feel unstable, it’s due to my skill limits, not intentional bias. If anything, I’m biased toward money. No fighting, please! ++ Everyone has their own taste—different reactions are natural. No personal attacks, thanks! 4. Damnable Top × mischievous young master Bottom.