The flower demon Yan Qing cultivated for centuries, taking the form of a pure and adorable young man, working as a minor screenwriter in the human world.
But the man he shared a passionate night with seemed to have misunderstood something.
Gossip media: *"Low-tier screenwriter Yan Qing appears to have a suspiciously close relationship with a business tycoon—proof that Yan Qing brought investments to the production!"*
The *ancient, mighty demon* tycoon: *"You’re carrying my child. Take good care of yourself."*
Yan Qing: *"Wah, this child has nothing to do with you!"*
*"Be obedient."*
Yan Qing angrily buried himself in a flowerpot: *"QAQ It’s really not your child! Really not!!!"*
*Our kind just reproduce on our own.jpg*
*It’s called self-pollination.jpg*
Later, when the child was born, the business tycoon narrowed his eyes, examining the little bun who resembled him in no way, his gaze darkening.
Ancient mighty demon/business tycoon: *"I’ll wear this cuckold’s hat, but I* must *kill the child’s other father."*
Yan Qing: *???*
*Ancient mighty demon CEO gong x adorably soft rose flower demon shou.*