Mr.clean freak have no choice but to marry Mr.messy

A new mansion and a husband too calm.

After the engagement, Yang moved to Gu Mansion.

Yang Shan and Gu Lang arrived at Gu Mansion, the grand estate that would now be their home. . As Yang stepped inside, he noticed something strange—everything felt oddly familiar. His eyes darted around the living room, and his heart nearly stopped when he spotted a familiar bookshelf, his favorite couch, and his favourite plushies were also there.
His stomach dropped. He turned sharply to Gu Lang. "Why are all my things here?" His voice rose with frustration. "Who touched them?!"

Gu Lang, ever calm, adjusted his sleeves before responding. "Your father sold your apartment and had your things moved here."

Yang’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What?!" He fumbled for his phone, quickly dialing his father’s number. The moment the call connected, he exploded, "Dad! You sold my apartment without telling me?!"

His father’s voice came through the speaker, completely unfazed. "Of course. If I had told you,you would've argued with me also if i didn't sold it , you would have found a way to sneak back there, throw parties, and avoid living with Gu Lang. I had to make sure you stayed in your new home."

Yang clenched his jaw. "You had no right to make that decision for me!"

"You’re engaged now, Shan’er," his father said calmly."You need to start acting like it. Behave well ."

Yang gritted his teeth, his grip on the phone tightening. " Then why did you moved them here ? Are you giving some kind of  dowry or something ?"

" Well , you could say that ." His father teased him .
Just as he was about to argue further, Gu Lang gently plucked the phone from his hand.

"Uncle, I’ll take care of things from here, don't worry ." Gu Lang said politely before ending the call.

Yang stared at him in shock. " You- Did you just hang up on my father?"

Gu Lang met his glare without flinching. "I don’t like seeing you argue with him. It won’t change anything. Your apartment is already sold, and your belongings are here. Yelling won’t undo it."

Yang turned away, his hands clenched into fists. "You don’t understand," he muttered. "That apartment was my freedom."

Gu Lang sighed. "And this is your home now. Whether you like it or not."

Yang bit his lip, frustration swirling inside him. He felt trapped. No matter how much he fought, it seemed like his fate had already been sealed.

Yang Shan stormed past Gu Lang, heading straight for the staircase. He didn't want to hear another word. His heart pounded in his chest, and his mind raced with frustration. His father had taken away his last bit of independence, and now he was stuck in a mansion that didn't feel like home.

"Yang Shan," Gu Lang called after him, but Yang ignored him, climbing the stairs two steps at a time. He reached his room—his room, not their room, thankfully—and pushed the door open. His suitcase was already there, neatly unpacked. Even his clothes were arranged in the massive wardrobe, as if he'd been living here for years.

He clenched his fists. They didn’t even let me unpack my own things!

A knock on the door made him spin around. Gu Lang stood in the doorway, watching him with his usual unreadable expression.

"Get out," Yang snapped.

Gu Lang raised an eyebrow. "This is my house."

Yang exhaled sharply. "Fine. Then I'll get out." He grabbed his jacket and turned toward the door, but Gu Lang blocked his way.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Anywhere but here," Yang shot back.

Gu Lang didn’t budge. "Your father sold your apartment so you wouldn’t run away. Do you think he didn’t consider other options? If you leave now, I guarantee the next step will be him forcing you to stay here, not just making it inconvenient for you."

Yang gritted his teeth. "So what? I should just accept it?"

Gu Lang sighed and leaned against the doorframe. "You can throw a tantrum if it makes you feel better. Or…" His gaze softened just slightly. "You can take your time adjusting. No one is asking you to be happy about this overnight."

Yang looked away, his chest tightening. He hated this situation, but deep down, he knew Gu Lang was right. He couldn't change what had already been done.

"Whatever," he muttered, turning his back to Gu Lang. "Just… leave me alone for now."

Gu Lang studied him for a moment before nodding. "Alright." Without another word, he stepped out and closed the door behind him.

As soon as he was alone, Yang sat on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly. He didn’t know what frustrated him more—the situation itself or the fact that Gu Lang was handling it so calmly, as if it didn’t bother him at all.