The CEO’s Little Wife 1
Reading Guide:
Contains: love at first sight, everyone loves him, my wife is the most beautiful, male rivalry, and similar tropes. Bottom-oriented, no bottom suffering. The top is a simp; either he is face-slapping, or he is on the way to face-slapping.
1v1 split shards. Everyone who has contact with or gets intimate with the bottom is a shard of the top. He is one person!!!!
Fish Baby is not a typical dumb beauty. His health is extremely poor… he is a super-fragile glass cannon! Other than sleeping, all he wants to do is sleep, so he really does not use his brain at all (thinking of him as brainless is not entirely wrong).
I have no brain, so you should not bring yours either. If you insist on bringing it, fine… but do not scold me. I am a crazy woman.
World One: dad-type face-slapping CEO top
World Two: boy band explodes into a battlefield
World Three: a top who cannot even get crazy
World Four: skin-hungry little junior apprentice brother
『World transmission in progress
Transmission successful
Host bound: Qiao Yu.』
Awakened by a somewhat harsh and sharp electronic voice, Qiao Yu subconsciously frowned. Somewhat unable to stand it, he wanted to shake his head to drive the voice away, but just as his head moved a little, a strong wave of dizziness made him feel nauseous.
“Little Yu, don’t be afraid. We’ve already arrived in the first mission world. I’ll transmit the plot to you right away.”
His eyes barely opened into a tiny slit. Qiao Yu looked around roughly, and what met his eyes was a room woven together with black and red. The bedroom, whose overall color scheme was only black, white, and gray, had several patches of red abruptly added to it, with the double happiness symbol carelessly left on the walls.
This was a wedding room.
Before Qiao Yu could think any more, a strange set of memories instantly flooded into his mind. It did not hurt much, but it still made him feel a little dizzy.
The original host had the same name as him, Qiao Yu. The difference was that this Qiao Yu had not lived a very good life. The original host was born into a family that was not especially wealthy, and Qiao Yu was the family’s only son. He was born deaf. When he was little, he could still hear faint sounds with both ears, and with a cochlear implant he could barely live a normal life.
But as he gradually grew up, his right ear completely lost its hearing, and only his left ear could still hear sounds when he wore the cochlear implant.
An ordinary, even somewhat miserable boy. The only turning point in his life was that his grandfather had once saved the life of the old patriarch of the Shen family, a wealthy family in the capital. Before the old patriarch died, perhaps in order to take care of his old friend’s grandson, he forced the current head of the Shen family, Shen Yan, to marry Qiao Yu.
In order to fulfill his grandfather’s dying wish, even though Shen Yan was unwilling, he could only grit his teeth and marry Qiao Yu. There was no marriage certificate and no wedding ceremony. The two people, who had never even met, were somehow forced together. In order to let the old patriarch rest easy, Shen Yan sent people to bring Qiao Yu to the Shen residence and promised the old patriarch that he would definitely marry Qiao Yu. Only then did the old patriarch close his eyes with a smile.
Because it was a happy funeral, the people of the Shen family were not too grief-stricken. During the month spent arranging the old patriarch’s funeral, Qiao Yu was kept at home by Shen Yan and ignored completely. It was not until yesterday that servants began to make simple preparations for the Shen family residence, and even on the day of the marriage registration, Shen Yan did not show up.
Registered that day, married that day, and divorced that same day too.
The first time Shen Yan saw Qiao Yu, he threw down a divorce agreement: a one-year term. After one year, the two would divorce peacefully. As compensation, Shen Yan would give Qiao Yu half of his own private assets… enough for Qiao Yu to live the rest of his life.
For two people with no feelings for each other, Shen Yan was actually already being quite generous. It was a pity that Qiao Yu seemed unwilling. He refused to sign, refused to divorce, and threw a tantrum. After that, Qiao Yu began his absurd life.
For some reason, he fell in love with Shen Yan, pouring his heart and soul into him, begging desperately for love, but Shen Yan did not like him. What followed was a series of emotional and physical torment. In the end, the original host was exhausted to the point of collapse and died alone in the villa.
A little ridiculous.
Qiao Yu frowned after absorbing the original host’s crazy and absurd life. He could not really understand why someone could fall in love at first sight with a stranger they had just met, then drag along a broken body while making a scene and causing trouble.
Where did he even get the energy to make trouble?
Qiao Yu really could not understand. Before being brought to the Quick Transmigration Department by the System, his own body had also been in poor shape. He had a long list of illnesses, big and small. He was not paralyzed, but basically every organ in his body had some kind of problem. When an illness acted up, the pain was unbearable.
And Qiao Yu happened to be someone who feared pain very much. In order not to make himself suffer too much, he basically paid no attention to anything and would not do much of anything. Unless absolutely necessary, Qiao Yu practically wished he could lie in bed twenty-four hours a day.
When the System first brought him to the cannon fodder department, Qiao Yu was determined to resist to the death and simply lay flat waiting to die. Forgive him… he really could not drag this broken body around everywhere.
But the System told him that the protagonist, as the Child of Fortune, had fortune energy. Just taking one breath of it would make the pain disappear instantly, and one dose would last a full day.
Qiao Yu sat up from his deathbed in shock.
Bring it on!
And so Qiao Yu came.
Now this body, though not great either, was already much better than his own wreck of a body.
『Little Yu, our mission is to replace the original host and follow the plot to the end. We just have to wait to die.』
Qiao Yu expertly flopped back onto the bed.
Waiting to die? He was best at that.
Qiao Yu had a very good habit: the moment he touched the bed, he fell asleep. This was one of the habits he had developed back then. His sickly body tormented him day and night, making him miserable. Qiao Yu could not sleep, but he had to sleep, because only after falling asleep could his body briefly feel comfortable.
He slept soundly, completely unaware of the footsteps and greetings slowly approaching from downstairs.
“Mr. Shen.”
“Mm.” Shen Yan casually nodded to show that he had heard, took off his coat, and handed it to Aunt Zhou, who had come up to take it, then asked, “Is he upstairs?”
Aunt Zhou nodded repeatedly, a joyful smile on her face. “Yes, yes, yes. That kid is really well-behaved. He rarely comes downstairs and does not like to talk. I took a look… he’s very pretty.”
Shen Yan frowned slightly, looked at her, and signaled for her to stop talking. Aunt Zhou caught the signal, quickly shut her mouth in embarrassment, and obediently hugged the coat and stepped back a little.
Shen Yan straightened his cuffs, took a document from the man beside him, and lifted his foot to head upstairs.
“I’ll go take a look.”
Shen Yan’s footsteps were not light. His leather shoes struck the cold floor, and every step made a crisp sound. The moment he pushed open the bedroom door, he did not hold back much force as he threw the document onto the table.
With a slap, even an ordinary person would have reacted, even if only a little, even if they were still half asleep.
But when Shen Yan looked at the bed, the little lump under the blanket had not moved at all. Its breathing was steady, clearly fast asleep.
Shen Yan frowned and sat down on the sofa, saying slowly, “Get up.”
The room stayed silent for three seconds. No response.
Shen Yan’s brows knitted even tighter. He raised his voice a little. “Stop sleeping.”
After a moment, the room was still silent. The person on the bed was even sleeping more soundly now, even letting out a faint, delicate snore.
…
Shen Yan had no patience left to wait. He decisively lowered his crossed long legs, strode toward the bed, and yanked off the blanket covering Qiao Yu’s head. Shen Yan said impatiently and loudly, “Can’t you hear me?”
Awakened abruptly from his dream, Qiao Yu was startled. He struggled to open his eyes and looked toward the person standing by the bed. He had not brought his cochlear implant, so he could hear nothing. His body, which feared cold, suddenly lost all warmth, and he could not help curling in on himself a little.
Qiao Yu looked at the man in front of him, hesitated, and tried to identify him. “Mr. Shen?”
Snap. It seemed as though something had broken in his mind. Shen Yan’s hand unconsciously let go of the blanket, and it fell softly onto Qiao Yu.