Yu Rong wandered miserably through the streets of Jingdu. He didn’t recognize a single sign along the road.
After asking around, he finally learned something truly devastating.
He had transmigrated into a book!
Not only was there no trace of Ruiqi Company, but Shangmao Company, which had teamed up with his backstabbing younger brother to bankrupt his company, didn’t exist here either.
The villa at 1-105 in the suburbs of Jingdu wasn’t his, either. And President Gu of the Gu Group, Gu Jinji, was a character from some ridiculous Mary Sue novel he’d read when he was young and foolish.
The book was about how an illegitimate son who’d suffered endless discrimination made a comeback, relying on a whole string of men to become a winner at life, adored by everyone, with everything going his way.
When Yu Rong had read it back then, it hadn’t made any impression on him at all, never mind the brainless cannon-fodder character in it who shared his name.
He’d only gone to a bar to drink himself into oblivion. How had he ended up waking in a stranger’s bed the next morning, then somehow transmigrating into a book?
Yu Rong was at a loss for words. He could have cried.
When Yu Chen found him, Yu Rong was walking down the street with his lips pressed together, without saying a word.
The bustle on the sidewalks might as well have been a wall cutting him off from the world. Even the two little pointed ears that seemed to sit on top of his head drooped with dejection.
“Yu Rong!” The window of a black Maserati rolled down, revealing a strikingly handsome face, cold to the point of severity.
Thick hair was swept behind his ears, showing off his sharply defined features. His dark eyes held no discernible emotion as he looked at someone, enough to send a chill down the spine.
“Who are you?” Yu Rong racked his brain, but couldn’t figure out who this man was.
With a face like that, he surely wouldn’t have overlooked such a man. How could he not recognize him?
“You don’t even recognize your own big brother?”
“B-B-Big brother…” Something felt off. Did he have some other identity here? But hadn’t he brought this body with him? It even had the same red mole on its chest.
Yu Rong cautiously asked, “Big brother, what’s your name?”
“Yu Chen.” Though he had no idea what had gotten into his younger brother, Yu Chen frowned and answered.
It struck Yu Rong like a bolt from the blue. His whole body went stiff.
His mind was filled with one thought: he’d transmigrated into the body of that brainless character who shared his name!
The vicious side character who was always fighting the male lead for men and opportunities, constantly setting him up, and ultimately bringing about his own disgrace and death.
He got into the car in a daze, his eyes vacant. Yu Chen’s brow furrowed tighter with every passing second, his helplessness growing.
His younger brother had been missing for four or five days. How had his mind gotten so muddled by the time they found him?
Yu Chen’s gaze fell on the orange-yellow scarf wrapped around Yu Rong’s neck. He yanked it off. On the delicate skin beneath, a cluster of vivid red hickeys came into view.
Yu Rong felt a chill at his neck. Something was wrong. He cautiously lifted his head, only to meet Yu Chen’s furious gaze.
Yu Rong jolted and edged toward the door, trying to escape the confined space.
“Who did this?” A cold, oppressive aura radiated from Yu Chen’s whole body. His brow was tightly furrowed, and a closer look showed a murderous glint in his eyes.
“I-I don’t know.” He couldn’t remember who it was, either. He felt terribly aggrieved.
Yu Chen frowned. His brother didn’t even know who he’d been with?
He was about to lose his temper, but one look at his younger brother’s miserable expression stopped him. “Old Li, take us to my place in Jingdu.”
“Yes, eldest young master.” Old Li respectfully acknowledged him and turned the car around.
“Eldest young master.” Butler Li came forward. When he saw Yu Rong following behind Yu Chen, his face lit up. “The little young master is back, too!”
“Mm, yeah.” Yu Rong gave a vague reply, feeling uncomfortable all over.
“Call the doctor.” Yu Chen took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. The cold, imposing air he’d carried in from outside had already faded considerably.
“And, Butler Li, don’t tell Dad or Auntie Lian yet. If they ask, just say we’ve found him for now. Don’t mention anything else.”
“Yes, eldest young master.”
The Yu family’s private doctor, Stephen, was a foreigner, a classmate Yu Chen had known from his student days.
As soon as he came in, the bedroom door was quickly locked behind him.
Seeing the purple and blue marks all over Yu Rong, Stephen couldn’t help feeling surprised. Those marks clearly hadn’t been left by a woman’s fingernails.
It seemed the Yu family’s third young master wasn’t as meek and fragile as the rumors claimed. He had quite intense tastes…
“Stephen, he has a slight fever. Prescribe something for that, and some ointment for the bruises.”
Stephen looked at Yu Chen with interest. “So you only called me over to prescribe some medicine?”
“Of course.” Yu Chen replied without even raising his brows.
“Oh, Little Chenchen, you’ve broken my heart.” Stephen clutched his chest, pretending to be devastated as he teased him.
Seeing Yu Rong’s stunned expression, Yu Chen suddenly found it hard to explain. Stephen looked ready to keep going, so Yu Chen’s expression darkened.
“Cut it out.”
Seeing that Yu Chen was actually getting angry, Stephen instantly dropped his playful act and turned to give Yu Rong serious instructions.
“This is for the bruises. Ahem, ahem…” Stephen suddenly couldn’t bring himself to continue. He shoved a box of ointment into Yu Chen’s arms, ignoring the dark look in his eyes.
Then he turned to Yu Rong. “You can apply it there, too.”
Yu Rong hadn’t understood at first, but at Stephen’s pointed look, he lowered his head, his face turning red. He nodded awkwardly.
“Once you’ve applied the ointment, take this. It’s oral medication.”
“Anything else?” Yu Chen stared intently at the medicine, as if it were the person who’d hurt his brother and he could glare it to pieces. Yu Rong felt a chill run through him.
“No, but these three…” Before Stephen could finish, Yu Chen ushered him out.
Yu Chen told Yu Rong to get some rest, then locked the door.
“Who did that to him? They must’ve been pretty rough,” Stephen couldn’t help asking outside.
“Just pretend you were never here.” Yu Chen frowned, gave him a long look, then headed downstairs.
Stephen muttered, “Honestly, he uses me and tosses me aside. Heartless after getting what he wants!”
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In VIP Suite 8 at the Vini Hotel, Bai Muxing sat on the large bed with a gloomy expression, his brows drawn tightly together. He looked nothing like the meek, fragile person he was in public.
A whole day and night had passed. It was March 28, 3019, the day it was supposed to happen. He’d waited all night and all day, so why hadn’t the man come?
In his previous life, he’d been a complete failure. As an illegitimate son, he’d wanted a share of Bai Group, but had suffered humiliation at every turn.
After finally getting close to President Gu of the Gu Group, he’d pretended to be Gu Jinji’s one-night stand and faked a pregnancy.
That had been the most glorious time of his life. He’d been at the height of his popularity, both in the entertainment industry and within his family.
The Bai family had even promised him 5% of their shares if he married Gu Jinji.
Who would’ve thought…
Gu Jinji had never touched him, not even once. His lie had been exposed soon afterward, and the Bai family had become a laughingstock among the elite.
In the end, Bai Muxing had been forced to marry a cripple. He’d endured endless torment and died full of hate.
After his death, Bai Muxing was reborn, back on the day he’d first been brought home to the Bai family.
The moment he realized he’d been reborn, he’d nearly wept with gratitude. He knew how to play his part in the Bai family, where hardly anyone paid him any attention, and he didn’t care. In the end, they’d all be looking up at him, living at his whim.
But he clearly remembered last night, in VIP Suite 8 at the Vini Hotel, Gu Jinji was supposed to have a one-night stand. Gu Jinji would take responsibility for his partner and marry him.
Bai Muxing had gone to so much trouble to bribe someone and secretly book the room. Why hadn’t Gu Jinji come?
Bai Muxing bit his lower lip. His delicate features twisted into an ugly expression, and his eyes turned cold and sinister.
No matter what, this time he would become someone above everyone else. Everyone who had looked down on him would end up miserable!