The matter of changing the fiance, of course, did not succeed.
It was opposed by everyone present, everyone except Bai Feng and Le Zhuo.
Le Zhuo suddenly wrapped his arms around Bai Jiao. Taking advantage of his “foolish” persona, he began to throw a tantrum without restraint, determined to make sure no one else had peace either.
“I want to change! I want to change! I like pretty Jiaojiao!”
Like a child who couldn’t get his favorite toy, he started kicking up a loud fuss.
“I like silly Zhuozhuo too” Bai Jiao murmured softly into his ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear.
“……” Le Zhuo froze for a moment, nearly losing the rhythm of his earlier outburst.
Their intimate posture made Le Shan’s eyes turn red.
The person he had been longing for was now holding his foolish older brother, even shouting about wanting to change fiances, how could he possibly endure that?
Just as he was about to stride forward and pull the two apart, a faint tug came from behind him.
Turning around, Le Shan saw Bai Feng staring at him stubbornly. The slight tilt of his head revealed part of the reddish marks along his neck, the implication unmistakably clear.
Bai Feng also wanted to change his fiance.
“Stop making trouble, Jiaojiao. You used to have a very good relationship with Le Shan. You’ve only forgotten because of your memory loss,” Mother Bai said righteously.
“But from him, I sensed spiritual power that belongs to my brother and the kind that comes from deep exchange,” Bai Jiao raised a brow. “If that’s the case, how could he possibly be my fiance? Obviously, he should be my brother’s.”
Bai Jiao had no interest in dragging things out with this group in some slow, torturous drama. He wanted to be with his lover as soon as possible, being direct was far more convenient.
“This…” Father Bai’s sharp gaze swept toward his eldest son, Bai Feng. “Bai Feng, you speak.”
“What Jiaojiao said…” Bai Feng was just about to admit it outright when Le Shan suddenly covered his mouth.
“A few days ago, I fell into a berserk state outside. It’s true Bai Feng helped calm me down but we did not have the kind of deep exchange Jiaojiao mentioned,” Le Shan said, fixing Bai Feng with a threatening look.
In the end, Bai Feng nodded unwillingly.
“Jiaojiao, you see, you misunderstood,” Father Bai said with visible relief.
Bai Jiao didn’t believe he had misunderstood but he couldn’t be bothered to argue further.
If it happened once, it would happen again. When the time came, he could have 886 record a small video and throw the evidence right in everyone’s faces, it wouldn’t be too late then.
“I’m tired. I’m going back to my room to rest.”
Bai Jiao pinched the cheek of the person in his arms, signaling him to stop causing trouble, before finally letting go.
“Young Master, your room has already been prepared,” the butler stepped forward at the right moment.
“Jiaojiao, you’ve worked hard during this time. Get a good rest and recover properly,” Mother Bai said, unable to hide her concern for her son.
“Mm. I’m most familiar with him, I want him to stay in the room next to mine.” Bai Jiao took Le Zhuo’s hand and walked straight upstairs.
Le Zhuo did not resist. As he followed, he even turned back and made a face at his younger brother, which nearly drove Le Shan mad with anger.
Only after returning to the room did Bai Jiao release his hand.
Leaning lazily against the doorframe, he asked, “You’re my brother’s fiance, so what should I call you?”
There was a faint teasing undertone in Bai Jiao’s voice, barely noticeable, while his narrow phoenix eyes remained inscrutable.
Le Zhuo felt like a cat caught by the scruff of the neck, as though the person before him had already seen through everything and held him firmly in control.
Stammering, he replied, “C.. call… call me… brother in law?”
“Oh. Then good night, brother in law.”
Bai Jiao’s expression turned cold in an instant. He shut the door swiftly, the sound echoing like a thunderclap.
Rubbing his ears, which had suffered from the shock, Le Zhuo silently cursed Bai Jiao in his heart.
He corrected himself a moment later… a very good looking lunatic.
【Host, I think your way of chasing the target is wrong】 886 said awkwardly.
“He already belongs to me. What is there to chase?” Bai Jiao sat expressionlessly on the sofa, flipping through magazines from this world at great speed, though his gaze wasn’t truly on them.
【But the target doesn’t remember you right now. Aren’t you being a bit too impatient? As the saying goes, slow heat cooks the frog, that’s the long term strategy】 886 advised earnestly. 【Besides, the target is pretending to be foolish, not actually foolish. He’s probably calling you a hooligan in his mind right now.】
What 886 said wasn’t without reason.
Bai Jiao fell into thought, recalling everything from their first meeting in this world.
He had been emotional… and lost his rationality.
This was something that had never happened to Bai Jiao in his previous missions. He was being influenced by his feelings.
【Focus on your career, Host. In this world, you can kill, kill, kill, as long as they’re enemies, you can kill as many as you want.】
Placing too much emphasis on love could cause one to lose themselves.
In that moment, Bai Jiao understood this truth yet he also knew how uncontrollable emotions could be.
Still, focusing on his career was indeed a good choice.
His current identity was that of a Major General. Above that were Lieutenant General, General and Marshal. If he wanted to go even further, he could even become President.
But being President was troublesome, there would be too many matters to handle. Bai Jiao had no intention of going that far.
It seemed he needed to carefully plan his career path now.
At the same time, Le Shan, who had been dragged into Bai Feng’s room, was nearly driven mad with anger.
“What are you doing? These past few days were just an accident. Don’t tell me you really want to swap fiances with your own younger brother?”
Le Shan was eager to go find Bai Jiao, paying no attention to Bai Feng’s dark expression.
“What do you mean? That was my first time, shouldn’t you take responsibility?” Bai Feng grabbed him, refusing to let go. “Or was it not your first time? If I remember correctly, my brother hasn’t even held your hand. He firmly opposed any irresponsible behavior before marriage.”
It was precisely because of that that seeing Bai Jiao hold Le Zhuo’s hand and even hug him, had made Le Shan so furious he wanted to tear Le Zhuo apart.
“But the one I like is Bai Jiao. Besides, you were the one who approached me first. I had no rationality in my berserk state, what responsibility is there to take?” Le Shan said, completely justified.
“These past few days, we didn’t take any precautions and we even carried out a deep marking. There’s a chance I’m already pregnant with your child,” Bai Feng said, covering his stomach, his tone full of grievance. “Even so, you still won’t take responsibility?”
“I’ll go buy you contraceptives right now,” Le Shan decided immediately.
“Too late! Taking sleeping pills now is already useless!”
“Bai Feng! I think you’ve truly gone insane! I’m your younger brother’s fiance! And you’re my elder brother’s fiance!”
“So what! You’re the only one who doesn’t want to switch anyway!”
“Bai Jiao has just lost his memory. Once he remembers everything, he won’t act like this anymore.” Le Shan had absolute confidence in his relationship with “Bai Jiao.”
For so many years, the other had been far away on a barren planet, reporting his daily life to him every single day. He was also famously self disciplined and clean in his conduct.
He refused to believe that “Bai Jiao” was acting this way for any reason other than liking him.
If Bai Jiao could hear Le Shan’s thoughts, he would probably let out a mocking laugh. The original host had merely possessed a strong sense of responsibility. If he had truly liked Le Shan, he would have left behind wishes and regrets long ago.
“Even with memory loss, he shouldn’t feel absolutely nothing toward you. It’s obvious he never liked you at all!” Bai Feng blurted out recklessly. “He had never even met that fool Bai Zhuo before yet after losing his memory and returning, he’s become so close to that idiot. What does that mean? It means he’d rather like a fool than like you!”
“I’ve already said it, Jiaojiao has only lost his memory, not his feelings for me. Don’t even think about driving a wedge between us!”
Seeing that Le Shan was completely impervious, Bai Feng directly used his spiritual power, manipulating Le Shan’s emotions.
Le Shan felt his affection for Bai Jiao rapidly fading, replaced instead by a surging wave of desire. “You!”
He could no longer support his own body. With a thud, he dropped to his knees and began crawling toward Bai Feng’s legs.
Bai Feng reached out and gently stroked his head, a dark and sinister look flashing in his eyes. “Le Shan, you are now my sentinel.”
………
“I’ve been a sentinel before but I was never once soothed by a guide. I always thought guides were useless and in that world, there was no such thing as a spirit form.”
Bai Jiao looked at the silvery white light flickering across the back of his hand, sensing a familiar yet distinctly unusual power.
His originally aggressive spiritual force had now become gentle and compliant, possessing both healing and controlling abilities.
【Host, do you want me to find you some tutorials on how to be a guide?】
“No need.”
There was no necessity to learn such things from others. The moment he understood its functions, countless applications had already formed in his mind.
Bai Jiao closed his eyes, perceiving every movement of everything covered by his spiritual power.
The blades of grass kissed by a soft breeze, the ants diligently transporting their loads and… Le Zhuo climbing a tree.
“……”
Bai Jiao began to question Le Zhuo’s intelligence.
【Don’t worry, Host. The target is just watching a show.】
“What show?”
【The male lead and the male lead’s partner are arguing. He’s recording a video.】
“What’s so interesting about that?”
“They’re kissing now.”
“He’s collecting evidence of cheating. You record it as well.”
【Host, I would like to help you but what I record…” 886 hesitated. “It turns into a mosaic.】
“……”
Bai Jiao had forgotten about that.
But Le Zhuo was watching someone else’s live erotic scene…
Bai Jiao and Bai Feng’s bedrooms were on the same floor and their balcony windows faced the same direction.
Bai Jiao stepped onto the balcony and looked toward the tree near Bai Feng’s bedroom door. As expected, he spotted a sneaky figure hiding there.
Le Zhuo thought he was well concealed, using leaves and bent branches to obscure himself but Bai Jiao saw through him at a glance.
【Host, are you going to record it yourself?】
“No.”
Bai Jiao had no interest in watching such filthy things.
However, he sensed something and looked toward the stables downstairs, only to find Father Bai embracing an unfamiliar woman.
Meanwhile, just a wall away from them, Mother Bai was holding the hand of a tall man, her eyes brimming with tears as she spoke about something.
【Wow, so much gossip】 886 said, having picked up a fondness for such things from the previous world’s family members.
“Are they in an open marriage?” Bai Jiao asked.
The original novel had never described the original host’s family situation.
【Probably not. They say they love each other every morning and evening, it looks like a very affectionate relationship, 】886 said, puzzled. 【So what exactly is going on here?】
Bai Jiao didn’t understand either. “It doesn’t matter. It has nothing to do with us.”
Then he seemed to recall something.
“886, record all the evidence of their infidelity.”
This way, it would be easier to dissolve his engagement with Le Shan in the future.
【Okay, I’m already recording.】
“Mm.”
Bai Jiao turned his head and saw that Le Zhuo had already noticed him. There was no trace of panic on his face; instead, he met Le Zhuo’s gaze directly.
【The target has noticed.】
【The target is looking over, so cute.】
【Target, target, target…】
“Be quiet. You’re too noisy.” Bai Jiao shut 886 into a small dark room, unable to understand why it was so excited when Le Zhuo couldn’t even see it.
886 felt wronged.
886 rolled around wildly in protest.
This household seemed to be hiding many secrets but none of them concerned Bai Jiao.
Using his spiritual power, he wove a dense net beneath the tree. Curling his lips into a faint smile, he raised his communicator and captured the scene.
Le Zhuo, hiding in the tree, realized he had been photographed. Startled, he lost his footing and fell.
The sensation of weightlessness made him want to scream but to avoid exposing his sneaky behavior, he forcibly held it in.
The expected pain never came. He hovered in midair, as if something invisible was supporting him, slowly lowering him to the ground.
“……”
A supernatural event!
Frightened, Le Zhuo ran two hundred meters away in one go, only to see Father Bai embracing a woman and Mother Bai holding another man’s hand, speaking tenderly.
“……”
Well. At this point, he really might end up getting scared stupid.
Le Zhuo tried to pretend that nothing had happened but the people involved all had guilty consciences. One after another, they chased after him, each trying to strike up a conversation.
“Madam, you’re here to see Le Zhuo as well?”
Father Bai caught up, noticing that Mother Bai was also running and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“This child runs too fast. I was worried he might fall, so I came to check on him,” Mother Bai said, almost failing to keep her composure, forcing a smile onto her face.
From upstairs, Bai Jiao watched this absurd scene unfold, the curve of his lips rising higher and higher.
How amusing.
The abilities of a guide could be used for far too many things, perhaps even more useful than those of a sentinel.
Lowering his gaze, Bai Jiao stared at the silver light dancing in his palm, searching for more ways to manipulate it.
He needed a test subject.
…
That very night, a test subject delivered itself to his door.
Bai Jiao had already prepared to sleep according to his usual routine when a series of insistent knocks sounded from the door, sharp and disruptive.
He opened it to find Le Shan standing there, dressed in thin summer clothing, holding an expensive bottle of red wine in his hand.
“Jiaojiao, can we talk?”
Bai Jiao studied him thoughtfully for a moment before stepping aside to let him in.
A hint of a smile appeared on Le Shan’s face. He entered the room and closed the door behind him, moving to the bar counter to open the wine and pour it into a glass.
Bai Jiao sat down on the sofa, waiting for him to bring the glass over.
His silver hair was bathed in moonlight, lending his features a hazy, almost ethereal quality, like an exiled immortal beneath the moon, his face exquisitely beautiful, as if painted.
Le Shan turned his head and froze, staring.
Perhaps it had simply been too long since they had last met. The image of Bai Jiao in his memory had already blurred, replaced now by something… breathtaking.
Bai Jiao looked directly into his eyes. His fingers curled, tapping lightly against the wooden armrest of the sofa before he spoke abruptly, “Look into my eyes and answer me, who are you to me?”
Almost instinctively, Le Shan obeyed, his gaze locking onto those cold, abyss like phoenix eyes.
He murmured, “Your… fiance.”
“That’s wrong.” Bai Jiao frowned, displeasure evident. “You are not my fiance.”
The silvery white light quickly coiled around Le Shan’s body, climbing upward toward his head.
Le Shan’s pupils contracted sharply. Sensing Bai Jiao’s displeasure, a wave of unease surged through him. “Th.. then… who am I?”
“You are…” Bai Jiao paused, considering for a moment, before stating firmly, “a dog.”
“I’m… a dog?” Le Shan found it hard to believe yet there was a visible wavering in his expression.
“Yes, you are a dog,” Bai Jiao affirmed, beginning to elaborate in detail. “You are a dog currently in heat, your entire body restless and burning. You want to find a mate but the other dog is in a different room. You should crawl over and look for it.”
Le Shan felt waves of heat rising within his body, accompanied by an indescribable reaction. Curling in on himself, his mouth parted unconsciously, his tongue slipping out as he began to make sounds like a dog.
He lowered his head, sniffing across the carpet for a long time, unable to locate the direction of the other dog.
Seeing this, Bai Jiao enhanced his sense of smell. “Hurry and find your mate. Otherwise, if you don’t relieve yourself during your heat, your body will collapse.”
The moment his sense of smell was heightened, Le Shan immediately locked onto a target and began crawling rapidly toward the door, only to slam straight into it.
Bai Jiao manipulated his spiritual power to open the door. Growing even more impatient, Le Shan crawled out at an even faster pace.
However, not long after he left, a sharp scream rang out from next door.
“Ah!”
“Ahhhhhh!”
“There’s a ghost! Help!”
Bai Jiao: “……”
There was no need to guess, it was Le Zhuo.
Bai Jiao got up and stepped out of the room, just in time to see Le Zhuo running toward him in a panic. His eyes weren’t watching where he was going; instead, he was staring fixedly in the direction Le Shan had disappeared, only to crash straight into Bai Jiao’s arms.
“What’s wrong?” Bai Jiao pretended nothing had happened, catching the person in his arms. “What happened?”
“A ghost… there’s a ghost! Something just crawled past!” Le Zhuo pointed tremblingly toward the end of the corridor, where Le Shan was no longer in sight.
“What kind of ghost?” Bai Jiao’s lips curved slightly, the hint of a smile vanishing as quickly as it appeared.
“Waaah, I don’t know, maybe a headless ghost! That’s why it was crawling everywhere, it must be looking for its head!” Le Zhuo shrank into Bai Jiao’s embrace, shivering.
“It’s fine. It’s already gone, it won’t come back,” Bai Jiao said, patting his back gently in comfort. “Besides, I’m here. It wouldn’t dare come near.”
“Why?” Le Zhuo sniffed, the faint, elegant fragrance near him calming his frayed nerves. “Why wouldn’t it come if you’re here?”
“Because I’m not afraid of ghosts. Ghosts only scare people who are afraid of them.”
“Really?” Le Zhuo sniffled again. “Is that how it works?”
“Mm. Don’t stand outside, it’s cold. Come to my room,” Bai Jiao led him inside. “You can go back later when you feel sleepy.”
Le Zhuo followed obediently. At a glance, he spotted the opened bottle of wine on the table.
Suddenly remembering that he was supposed to be a fool, he immediately leaned closer to the bottle and asked, “What is this? Can Zhuozhuo try it?”
“Mm. Go ahead.”
The wine hadn’t been tampered with, so of course it was fine to drink.
Bai Jiao poured himself a glass and sat back on the sofa, continuing to flip through the magazine from earlier, this time actually reading it.
He found that what 886 had said made sense. He couldn’t afford to be too impatient.
“Phew, it’s so bitter!” Le Zhuo deliberately made a bit of noise, his gaze unconsciously drifting toward Bai Jiao’s hand holding the wine glass, long, pale fingers, strikingly beautiful.
There didn’t seem to be a single part of this person that wasn’t pleasing to look at.
“Then don’t drink it. There are beverages in the fridge,” Bai Jiao looked up, pointing toward the kitchenette. “Can you open them? If not, bring it here and I’ll help you.”
“No, Zhuozhuo wants to drink this,” Le Zhuo said, holding the glass as he gulped the wine down in one go. “It’s good!”
He was deliberately going against Bai Jiao but Bai Jiao didn’t mind, letting him do as he pleased.
The spiritual power covering Le Shan was withdrawn just before he and Bai Feng were about to begin. As expected, Le Shan regained clarity for a brief instant, only to have that moment of awareness erased by Bai Jiao. In a hazy daze, he ended up entangled with Bai Feng.
A touch of spiritual manipulation, paired with a hint of psychological suggestion, was enough to turn a person into “a dog.” The abilities of a guide were far more interesting than Bai Jiao had imagined.
He couldn’t understand how anyone could consider guides to be the weaker side. This kind of power was clearly the most lethal of all.
He had only looked away for a moment. When he lifted his head again, he found that Le Zhuo, who had been trying to attract his attention, had already finished the entire bottle of wine and even let out a satisfied burp.
He really did look like a little fool.
“Hic… Zhuozhuo is so full.”
Le Zhuo licked his lips.
He truly hadn’t expected the wine here to taste this good. It made him want another bottle but his stomach was already stretched to its limit.
“Then stand there and digest,” Bai Jiao said, deliberately controlling his gaze so it wouldn’t drift toward Le Zhuo.
He had already decided to behave like a proper gentleman. Naturally, he ought to remain composed and restrained.
“No, Zhuozhuo wants to sit and digest!”
Thinking about how he had embarrassed himself earlier because of Bai Jiao made Le Zhuo a little annoyed. He plopped himself down right next to Bai Jiao.
“You reek of alcohol. Stay away from me.”
Bai Jiao shifted slightly to the side but to his surprise, Le Zhuo simply pressed closer.
“No. Zhuozhuo wants to stay very close to you.”
Le Zhuo stubbornly leaned toward him, even bumping into Bai Jiao’s arm.
The aftereffects of the alcohol were strong, leaving him dizzy and even giving him a headache.
Lowering his head, he searched for that reassuring scent, hoping it would ease the throbbing in his head. Before he realized it, the tip of his nose brushed against Bai Jiao’s neck.
“What are you doing?”
Bai Jiao turned his head slightly, his lips brushing across Le Zhuo’s forehead and leaving behind a faint trace of warmth.
“Zhuozhuo’s head hurts…”
By now, Le Zhuo was completely drunk. His eyes were misty as he clutched his head, looking at Bai Jiao with a pitiful expression.
“Your head hurts, so why are you leaning toward my neck?” Bai Jiao remained unmoved as he pulled him away.
“It smells nice… it smells good. If I smell it, it won’t hurt anymore.”
Le Zhuo had discovered that the back of Bai Jiao’s neck carried the strongest fragrance, so alluring it made him want to kiss and bite it.
“You’re drunk.” Bai Jiao reached up and touched the back of his own neck.
That was where the gland should be but whether he even had one in this world…
“Zhuozhuo is not drunk.”
Le Zhuo had made playing the fool a core principle of his life or perhaps he simply felt that being a fool allowed him to act freely, without restraint or burden.
Though he inwardly disdained himself, no matter what he did, he could always use his “foolishness” as an excuse to cover it up. Besides, the person before him did not seem to dislike him for being a fool.
“Everyone who’s drunk says that.” Bai Jiao lifted his glass and took a sip.
In the next second, Le Zhuo snatched the glass from his hand, about to pour it all into his mouth but Bai Jiao was faster, grabbing his wrist.
One by one, the fingers clutching the glass were pried open and the glass tumbled to the floor.
“Your head already hurts, why are you still drinking? Do you enjoy going against me that much?” Bai Jiao pressed a hand against his waist, guiding him so that his chin rested on his shoulder. At the same time, he used his spiritual power to soothe his emotions, his tone tinged with helplessness. “Why throw a tantrum? It’s not like I won’t let you smell it.”