Chi Ye woke up in pitch blackness, lying flat, his consciousness like long-banished quicksand slowly gathering back.
Wasn’t he already dead?
Chi Ye clearly remembered that just a few minutes ago, he had just experienced a very serious traffic accident.
On the winding mountain road going to the film set, a four-car collision, heavy truck wheels weighing several tons, “clatter-clatter” rolling right over his head, blood plasma bursting… Even with this, he could still manage to salvage his life?
Chi Ye still didn’t quite know where he was at this moment.
He moved his body slightly, attempting to prop himself up by the bedside, but abruptly discovered that his arm seemed to be restrained by something, unable to be lifted up at all.
Chi Ye was startled, an extremely ominous premonition spontaneously rising from the depths of his heart.
He hesitated as he raised his head to look upward.
Sure enough, his thin wrists were locked by a pair of cold handcuffs, bound tightly above his head and unable to move at all. The shirt on his upper body was torn until only a few strips of cloth remained, hanging on his body to cover up what was actually exposed, his fair and delicate skin almost completely naked in the air, accompanied by the gloomy moonlight in the night, even the protruding veins on his neck faintly visible.
Following that, the cold and hard tactile sensation beneath him also made Chi Ye belatedly react—he wasn’t lying on a bed at all, but was instead directly thrown onto the floor by someone.
!
One ten-thousand kinds of terrifying possibilities flashed through Chi Ye’s mind instantly, from “Skynet Recovers” to “Today’s Legal Report” to… “News Simulcast.”
“…You just like being treated this harshly, don’t you?” The rough male voice that suddenly sounded by his ear interrupted Chi Ye’s train of thought.
Chi Ye: “…!” Who the hell likes it rough?!
Yet the man speaking didn’t give him even a second to react, rushing forward impatiently.
He grabbed Chi Ye’s forearm, fiercely pulled him up from the floor, hands groping all over him, seeming extremely excited and agitated, like a trapped beast, viciously yanking at his pants and pulling downwards with force…
Pulling… down his pants!
No matter how dull Chi Ye was, he instantly understood his current situation—it wasn’t kidnapping for ransom, it was clearly rape.
He couldn’t help cursing in a low voice: “F***ing homosexuals these days!”
Chi Ye began to struggle and twist his body with all his might, desperately trying to break free from the restraint, but the bulky behemoth behind him pressed closer step by step, still blowing disgusting hot air into his ear: “Powerful! Baby, I just love watching you pretend to be a chaste and martyred woman!”
Why did these lines feel inexplicably a bit familiar?
Yet Chi Ye at this moment clearly had no mood to ponder lines and dialogue or anything like that.
Chi Ye’s lips moved and struggled open and closed several times before he found his voice in the gaps of his rapid panting, calling out with a heart-rending voice: “Let me go! Help!”
At the very critical moment.
“Bang—”, after a loud crash, the tightly shut door was kicked open from the outside. The door panel crashed straight into the wall, rebounded, and was steadily braced by the foot of the person who kicked the door open.
In the deep autumn of the northern country, the cold, chilly wind poured in all at once, blowing away the room’s lingering ambiguous ripples.
Sending a shudder through Chi Ye, making his hands and feet ice cold.
Amidst the blur, he heard a respectful voice: “Second Master, found them, they are right here.”
Before the words fell, the luxurious crystal chandelier overhead was “switched” on, all dozens of bulb heads lit up, and hot, dazzling beams of light struck the floor one by one, making Chi Ye unable to open his eyes due to the glare.
Immediately following, the man who had been pressing on top of Chi Ye sprang up from the floor like he had seen a ghost, panic-stricken and letting go of the hand that was gripping Chi Ye’s ankle.
“Hah…” Surviving a catastrophe.
Chi Ye finally regained his freedom, leaning crookedly on the floor and panting heavily, resting for a long time before his eyes finally adapted to the surrounding light.
He looked up suspiciously toward the doorway.
A face with distinct angles and deep facial features suddenly reflected into Chi Ye’s vision, breathtakingly stunning yet without the slightest hint of gentleness.
The owner of that face was tall and upright, his entire body radiating the arrogance of someone in a high position, standing in the middle of four burly men with extremely high recognizability.
He had evidently rushed over hurriedly from the outdoors, the black overcoat carrying a body full of chill not yet having time to be taken off, his broad and thick chest smoothing out his shirt evenly, outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist, with lines as hard and smooth as if carved by a knife.
That person’s pupils and hair color were both pitch black, fathomlessly deep, only the space between his brows was completely shrouded in gloomy haze, making people feel inexplicably cold and aloof.
He looked down condescendingly at the man who had just crawled up from Chi Ye, as if looking at a dead object, his gaze so cold and fierce it almost condensed into ice dregs.
Amidst dead silence, the person on the floor fumbled to pull up his pants, the sound of pulling up the metal zipper exceptionally grating.
Time seemed to have stopped for a long time at this moment, and the man referred to as “Second Master” finally spoke with a show of mercy, his voice very low, unable to tell joy from anger: “Sorry, interrupting the two gentlemen’s elegant mood.”
This voice, besides being cold, carried an unexpected deep bass texture, as if hoarsely smoked by tobacco.
Before Chi Ye could question everything happening before his eyes, the man who had just been hauling up his pants suddenly staggered forward two steps, with a cowardly appearance extremely inconsistent with his tall physique, and “thud” fell to his knees at the feet of that Mr. He, his hands struggling to pull at his trouser legs, looking up and wailing: “Mr. He, spare me! It was the Madam who forced me, he brought me here, forcing me to play romantic play with him. I’m just a tiny little bodyguard, I really didn’t dare to disobey Madam!”
The man remained noncommittal to his words, only slightly lifting his gaze to sweep a glance at Chi Ye who was still half-lying on the floor, his tone very cool and without much emotion: “What does Madam say?”
Chi Ye was completely out of his depth, pointing at himself: “Me? Madam?” …What is your honorable surname?
The man did not answer, staring fixedly at Chi Ye for a good while, his gaze even more gloomy than before.
Chi Ye’s worldview collapsed.
Could this plot flowing straight down three thousand feet not be “a hero saving a beauty” but rather “catching an adulterer in bed”?
That person kneeling at He Second Master’s feet, claiming to be a bodyguard, was still shouting grievances and begging for mercy in a race against time.
Chi Ye listened until all the hair on his body stood on end, like a firecracker instantly ignited, rolling over to sit up, shaking his handcuffed wrists, and bursting with rage: “Nonsense! Who on earth is forcing whom right now, anyone with half a brain can see it! Who in this world would intentionally find someone to rape themselves? What face do you have to cry, daring to do it but not dare to admit it, what kind of man are you!”
Chi Ye was so wronged that the corners of his pretty eyes turned red, wishing he could just pounce up and tear that man’s mouth apart.
Almost everyone’s attention in the room was attracted to Chi Ye, their gazes containing unspeakable strangeness.
Only He Second Master’s eyes seemed to flash abruptly, but it was fleeting and not quite real.
He seemed to fall into deep thought.
A moment later, He Second Master kicked the person at his feet with a bit of disgust, coldly and indifferently instructing: “Dispose of it, make it clean.”
Outside the door, a few agile, well-trained black-suited men slipped in from somewhere unknown.
They hoisted the bodyguard by both arms, dragging him out toward the door.
Seeing that matters had reached this point with no room left, the bodyguard threw a tantrum then and there, pointing at Chi Ye to shout and scream, crying and cursing.
Before Chi Ye could retort, the person suppressing him casually dislocated his jaw.
At this moment, Chi Ye finally struggled to sit up from the floor.
His upper body was still completely naked, his slender neck bearing obvious traces of being tugged and scratched, and his chest also dotted with bruised and mottled purple patches, his slightly long hair somewhat messy, shielding his eyes carrying a hint of bewilderment. His hands were brought together and hanging in front of his chest, a clear circle of red marks pinched out by the metal handcuffs on his sharply-lined delicate wrist bones.
The only bright spot on his excessively fair skin was the crimson blood mole on his collarbone, looking all the more decadent and alluring under the warm yellow lights.
He Second Master’s gaze fell once more upon Chi Ye’s body, a flash of deep darkness in his eyes.
The surroundings fell into a pin-drop silence.
Everyone lowered their heads, silent, as if even restraining their breathing on purpose.
The man finally moved his steps, walked over to Chi Ye, and slowly squatted down. He reached out, his thumb and index finger pinching Chi Ye’s chin, forcing him to lift his head and lock eyes with him.
As their gazes met, Chi Ye sharply captured that the other person’s pupils were actually not as calm as they looked on the surface, mingling within them seemed to be anger, shock, disappointment, and various other complex emotions that Chi Ye couldn’t read.
In the end, he said: “Chi Ye, I gave you a chance…”
The tone, cold as an ice blade, directly scraped against the bone, causing Chi Ye to shudder violently, countless questions in his heart forcefully blocked back into his throat.
Amidst the standoff, the person who had just dragged the bodyguard out suddenly turned back again.
He leaned close to He Second Master’s ear and whispered a few words, and the man frowned as he listened, his expression growing increasingly impatient.
Having finished reporting, that person cautiously observed the superior’s expression, then spoke up again after careful deliberation: “Do you think the interrogation method needs to be slightly milder…”
Before he could finish speaking, he was coldly interrupted: “No need.”
Mr. He stood up, the corners of his lips curling into a decisive and ruthless sneer, low and calm, like a stagnant ancient well: “Just do whatever needs to be done. It’s just a human life, I, He Lin, might not necessarily be able to smooth it over.”
Hi Lin!?
On the other side, Chi Ye, sitting on the floor and completely out of his depth, experienced a moment of trance upon hearing the name “He Lin,” but immediately experienced a sudden enlightenment.
A massive amount of text suddenly surged like a tide into Chi Ye’s mind, incessantly pulling at his nerves.
He grasped almost instantly why he felt today’s entire scene and dialogue were so familiar.
He Lin, He Second Master? Bodyguard, Chi Ye with the same name? …Aren’t these all plots happening inside a novel?
That novel is titled 《Chi and He(He)huan》.
Originally, it was precisely because the supporting male scum shou had the exact same name as him that, just the second before his car accident, Chi Ye had been lingering over it in the passenger seat.
So the current situation is… he transmigrated into a novel?
Chi Ye stood frozen on the spot, entirely unable to recover from the shock of time-travel, when he heard He Lin seemingly sigh, his tone low: “Take him down, let him calm down.”
A young man immediately lowered his head behind He Lin, acknowledging with a “Yes.”
Then stepping forward neatly, he respectfully “invited” Chi Ye—whose brain was in utter chaos—up from the floor, yet purposefully ignored the fact that the cold handcuffs on his wrists had yet to be unlocked.
That person didn’t urge, nor did he use force, merely following closely behind Chi Ye’s left rear, cooperating with his sleepwalking pace and shuffling slowly toward the door.
The room was huge, and the two hadn’t even made it halfway out when He Lin suddenly called to a stop: “Wait.”
He Lin turned around expressionlessly, slowly stepping forward a few steps, and bent down to pick up the suit jacket that had been casually tossed onto the sofa.
He raised his hand to drape it over Chi Ye’s shoulders.
In the eyes of outsiders, the action could be called gentle, even helping him tidy up the collar and buttoning a button on his chest.
Only Chi Ye heard the words the man whispered leaning down beside his ear: “Going out like this? Do you still have a shred of shame left.”