Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he saw the face of the person he hated most in the world. He couldn’t resist raising his hand to slap it, yet he stopped himself halfway through. Although the face belonged to Chi Dianqing, the pain would still belong to him.
What is the meaning of this?! Am I… soul-transmigrated into Chi Dianqing’s body?!
Then what about my proud, athletic body and my handsome face? They can’t just turn into a corpse, right?! That’s a divine face rarely seen once in five thousand years!
Wait… could it be that my body has been taken over by Chi Dianqing?! If that’s the case, I’m taking a massive loss! How could Chi Dianqing’s plain, passerby-like looks ever compare to my peerless, divine face!
Yan Jingyu was filled with mixed emotions. He stared into the mirror with a complicated expression at Chi Dianqing’s face, a face he couldn’t stand no matter how he looked at it, looking as thoroughly constipated as humanly possible.
Chi Dianqing’s plain and bland face usually looked as if it suffered from a congenital defect that prevented it from making expressions, forever wearing a cold, sour scowl.
So, Yan Jingyu tried making a few exaggerated facial expressions. As it turned out, the issue wasn’t with the face itself, but with Chi Dianqing as a person.
Truth be told, Chi Dianqing’s looks easily ranked among the top three in the entire entertainment industry. His cold, almost inhumane features and aura gave off a sense of aloof divinity and kingly solitude, looking completely out of place with the mundane world.
However, in the eyes of Yan Jingyu, who believed everyone besides himself was “plain and ordinary”, Chi Dianqing’s looks were far from impressive, no matter how good he actually appeared.
He didn’t know what suddenly crossed his mind, but his expression gradually became bizarre, even taking on a hint of indefinable excitement.
Just as Yan Jingyu was rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for some “dirt” on Chi Dianqing, a voice came from behind him that instantly cut his excitement in half.
“What are you doing?”
Yan Jingyu paused what he was doing and turned around, right into Ding Zhi’s cold face, which seemed to suffer from the same expressionless congenital defect as Chi Dianqing.
“I’m tidying up the room,” Yan Jingyu replied, looking back at him with an equally cold face.
Ding Zhi looked around at the messy room, unable to believe that Chi Dianqing would actually clean up. Still, he didn’t expose Yan Jingyu and instead said earnestly:
“I called you this morning, but you hung up on me, which is why I asked Fan Rong to come over and check on you. You have to present the award to Yan Jingyu tonight. I mentioned this yesterday, so I’m here now to ask how your presentation speech is coming along.”
Yan Jingyu raised an eyebrow, only now realizing that the phone call earlier this morning, which had felt so much like Ding Zhi, really had been from him. “I didn’t expect you to worry yourself over such a trivial matter.”
Ding Zhi pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said solemnly, “Normally, I wouldn’t interfere in such small matters. But considering your relationship with Yan Jingyu… I feel I still need to take a look.”
A sharp glint flashed through Yan Jingyu’s eyes. He actually wanted to see for himself what kind of award speech Chi Dianqing had written for him.
Shrugging nonchalantly, he said, “Go ahead and check it yourself.”
Once Ding Zhi entered the study, Yan Jingyu pretended to tidy the room while hovering around the doorway. When he saw Ding Zhi open the computer and start reading the speech, he casually walked in, only to catch Ding Zhi deeply frowning.
Yan Jingyu paused. He guessed that Chi Dianqing’s speech definitely contained nothing good.
“What’s with that expression?” Yan Jingyu asked first.
“No matter how much you dislike Yan Jingyu, you should still know your limits on such an important occasion,” Ding Zhi said, turning the computer on the desk toward Yan Jingyu.
[He gained a massive fanbase and made his center-position debut by daring to perform hot dances and show off his body on stage. While focusing on music, he never forgets to carefully think about how to cater to his fans’ various desires, doing everything he can to satisfy their requests. Although his singing and dancing skills are slightly lacking, he cleverly uses his uniquely blessed appearance to make up for it…]
This was blatantly calling him an utterly useless, bottom-line-lacking decorative vase in a roundabout way.
Yan Jingyu stared at the computer screen with a fake, lifeless smile, cursing Chi Dianqing to high heaven in his heart.
“Aren’t these speeches usually prepared by the organizers? Why didn’t you let them write it?” Yan Jingyu looked up and asked.
Ding Zhi’s already furrowed brows deepened even further. “Didn’t you say so yourself? You were afraid the organizers’ speech would be too insincere for you to read, so you insisted on writing Yan Jingyu’s presentation speech personally?”
“Ha!” Yan Jingyu let out a cold laugh, cursing inwardly: This bastard really loves playing dirty.
“Since this version won’t do, I’ll write a new one,” Yan Jingyu said, immediately sitting down in front of the computer. He deleted every single word of Chi Dianqing’s written speech, and his fingers began to fly across the keyboard.
It took Yan Jingyu a mere three minutes to write a new award speech. After Ding Zhi read it over, his brow finally uncrossed, though his expression remained somewhat strange.
“Let’s go with this version, then.” After saying that, Ding Zhi looked at him again with an air of hesitation before failing to hold back: “You… writing an award speech like this for Yan Jingyu is truly beyond my expectations. By the way, leave the room as it is; I’ll call Fan Rong to clean it up.”
After Ding Zhi left, Yan Jingyu raised his hand and gave himself a neither-too-hard-nor-too-soft slap on the face, muttering under his breath: “Chi Dianqing, you petty hypocrite! You actually wrote a speech to trash me, wanting me to make a fool of myself in front of the entire nation and solidify my reputation as a ‘vase.’ Luckily, Heaven has eyes and thwarted your insidious scheme!”
Having sent Ding Zhi away, he was about to continue searching for Chi Dianqing’s dirt when his phone rang at an inconvenient time.
“Hello, ”
Hearing his bright and cheerful tone over the phone, along with that cheeky, rising tail note, the person on the other end knew instantly it was Yan Jingyu.
“Yan Jingyu, let me tell you…”
Meanwhile, hearing his own magnetic yet clear voice coming through the receiver, Yan Jingyu couldn’t help but admire it in his heart: So my voice sounds this good through a phone speaker? It has a whole different kind of charm.
However, that stiff, constipated tone of voice clearly belonged to that bastard Chi Dianqing. It seemed the two of them had indeed swapped bodies.
Before Chi Dianqing could finish his sentence, Yan Jingyu interrupted him.
“Sorry, I am Chi Dianqing. You have the wrong number.” With that, he decisively hung up the phone.
The sheer wave of satisfaction he felt the moment he hung up was beyond words. Without even thinking, he knew Chi Dianqing must be bursting with pent-up rage right now. With his useless, rigid upbringing, Chi Dianqing could only bottle up all his anger, resentment, and bad luck at a time like this. Holding in that much frustration…
Yan Jingyu slapped his thighs in delight and gave two thumbs up. Since Chi Dianqing wasn’t here, he could only say to Chi Dianqing’s body: You sure know how to hold it in. Hope you don’t burst from it!
He originally thought Chi Dianqing could keep his cool, but less than two minutes later, the phone rang again. As soon as Yan Jingyu picked up, the other side spoke: “You better understand clearly: your body is in my hands right now. As Yan Jingyu, I can do anything I want.”
These words clearly carried a threat. The smile on Yan Jingyu’s face froze for a moment before he said, after a pause, “Are you threatening me?”
“You can take it that way,” Chi Dianqing said coldly.
“Heh,” Yan Jingyu chuckled softly. “You’re acting pretty arrogant. Have you forgotten that your body is still with me? Chi Dianqing, threatening me is useless. Someone like you cares far more about reputation and face than I do. And when it comes to destroying a public persona, as you well know, I have far more ways than you, and I’m much more willing to go all out.”
Chi Dianqing thought about it. There was a reason why Yan Jingyu was known as the ultimate attention-grabber in the entertainment industry; the most rational move right now was to stabilize him first.
Taking a deep breath, Chi Dianqing tried his best to speak in a calm tone: “Neither of us knows what caused such a bizarre thing to happen, but since it has already occurred, we should work together to solve it. After all, we’re both in the industry, so I don’t need to say too much. I hope we can respect each other’s bottom lines and refrain from doing anything out of line.”
“Haha,” Yan Jingyu let out a soft laugh, his voice laced with banter. “Do you think I care? To be honest, I was actually worried that you’d be too rigid and make me lose my title as the industry’s scene-stealer.”
“What do you mean by that?” Chi Dianqing clenched his fists with a fake smile, trying his absolute best to endure this guy, who couldn’t be treated as a sane person, trampling all over his boundaries.
“I mean, ” Yan Jingyu laughed twice, “I’ll play however I want, and you can’t stop me.”
With that, Yan Jingyu hung up the phone decisively once more.
Chi Dianqing felt his anger rush straight to the top of his head, feeling as though he would explode the next second. He desperately wanted to throw two punches straight into Yan Jingyu’s annoying face.
Yet he couldn’t actually act like a lunatic and punch his own face right now. Although that sounded exactly like something Yan Jingyu, whose sciatic nerve seemed to grow inside his head, would do, Chi Dianqing couldn’t bring himself to do something so idiotic.
The problem was that this bottled-up anger was unbearably suffocating, and he had to release it somehow. So, he pulled open his room door, grabbed the picture frame containing Yan Jingyu’s photo from his bedside table, and hurled it down from the second floor. It shattered right at the feet of Hu Lai, who had just walked in.
“Oh, my dear ancestor! Even if you don’t want Chi Dianqing to present the award to you, there’s no need to smash your own photo!” Hu Lai pointed helplessly behind him to Xiao Meng, signaling for him to sweep up the broken glass on the floor.
Meanwhile, after Yan Jingyu hung up the phone, he held it in for two seconds before finally bursting. He performed a carp leap and rolled around happily on the sofa, chanting: “Chi Dianqing, you bastard! Get mad, will you? Anger yourself to death!”
Rolling around on the couch wasn’t enough for him. He even ran into the bathroom, pointed at the mirror, and launched into a tirade.
“Chi Dianqing,” Yan Jingyu mimicked Chi Dianqing’s usual cold demeanor, “why don’t you smile? Were you born lacking the ability to smile? Or do you have something heavy on your mind?”
“Oh, I forgot. You really were born without a smile; you’re a poker face.” Yan Jingyu wagged his finger at Chi Dianqing’s face in the mirror. “No, no, no, you’re not a poker face, you have a congenital nerve defect! It’s like your sciatic nerve grew right onto your face… Hahaha!”
In Yan Jingyu’s vivid imagination, the Chi Dianqing in the mirror had his face and butt upside down. On a sudden whim, he even drew an outrageously ugly big turtle on the face and took hundreds of ugly photos before finally stopping.
When Fan Rong saw him coming out of the bathroom acting like a performing monkey, he unconsciously braced the floor scrubber in front of his body like a shield, afraid “Chi Dianqing” might do something to him.
After all… under normal circumstances, Chi Dianqing wouldn’t even slouch his back while walking, let alone have his limbs flailing as if completely disconnected from his brain like this. Coupled with that unknown doodle on his face and his manic state…
Even Fan Rong, who had received over a decade of education and believed in science, couldn’t help but suspect if he was possessed by a ghost.
Yan Jingyu felt uncomfortable under his eerie gaze, as if Fan Rong were looking at something dirty. “What are you staring at? Haven’t you ever seen an idiot before?”
In that instant, he almost heard the sound of Fan Rong’s worldview shattering to pieces. However, his stint as an idiot didn’t last long, as he was forcibly grabbed by the makeup artist to wipe the turtle off his face.
What made him anticipate the near future was that something far more interesting was about to happen: in just a few short hours, he would be presenting an award to himself!