Chapter 21
“Are you sure?” Duan Yang’s face was clouded with anger in the break room. Yu Lin didn’t look much better. […]
“The Eighteen-Line Writer Shen Yan Transmigrated into an Old-fashioned Dog Blood Novel as a Lowly Receiver.”
In order to escape from a scumbag, he disguises himself in women’s clothing and, in a moment of desperation, gets into a stranger’s car. It is only after the fact that he realizes the other party is Su Yunzhe, the major antagonist in the original story—a cold, obsessive character with a ruthless and cruel demeanor, and undoubtedly a dangerous individual.
After helping him, Su Yunzhe expresses: “You fit my aesthetic perfectly. I want to support you; name your price.”
With no money and no skills to speak of, Shen Yan considers it carefully and replies, “Being supported is out of the question. Since you like my face so much, why not offer me a job? I guarantee you’ll see my face every day.”
Thus, Su Yunzhe has a new special assistant—Shen Yan. The “special assistant” is essentially a very free assistant. During work hours, he reads books and types away, and the day passes comfortably, with great pay and benefits. Shen Yan is quite satisfied with this job and plans to stick around for the long haul.
However, one day, Su Yunzhe declares, “You fit my aesthetic entirely. Marry me, and my fortune will be yours.”
Shen Yan is so startled that he packs up and runs without saying a word. Are you kidding? Who doesn’t know that Su Yunzhe is a hardcore straight man who despises homosexuality? If he finds out he’s been deceived by a cross-dressing con artist, he’s done for!
Half a month later, after his new book signing event, Shen Yan is caught red-handed by Su Yunzhe in the backstage area and directly carried home…
The next day, feeling as if he’s been run over by a truck, Shen Yan lies in bed, gritting his teeth: “What happened to the hardcore straight man? The original novel tricked me!”
“Are you sure?” Duan Yang’s face was clouded with anger in the break room. Yu Lin didn’t look much better. […]
The elders kept a regular schedule, and after lunch, they took a short nap, so Shen Yan and the others
It was clearly abnormal for Su Yunzhe to suddenly take such an interest in Shen Yan’s affairs, especially since he
Shen Yan originally thought the afternoon would feel long, as he couldn’t imagine how the two of them would pass
Shen Yan couldn’t imagine a more awkward situation than the one he was currently in. Now here he was, sitting
Shen Yan: “…” He suspected he’d misheard but saw Su Yunzhe looking at him with a smile, an expectant glint
Waking up hungover was the worst. Shen Yan groaned as he sat up in bed, clutching his pounding head. After
After Shen Yan finished speaking, Su Yunzhe remained silent, simply staring at him with an unreadable gaze. Feeling uncertain about
The days that followed were peaceful. The troubles Shen Yan had been worrying about didn’t happen. Shen Jiaqi hadn’t sought
Shen Yan couldn’t help but feel a little exasperated. So, this guy, Su Yunzhe, had shown up in the middle
Shen Yan didn’t sleep well that night. The mattress, without proper bedding, was too hard, making it impossible to get
After stepping briskly out of the restaurant, Shen Yan finally exhaled deeply, feeling as if a weight had been lifted.
Lawyer Zhou had already left. Shen Yan told him he wanted to stay a bit longer, but he ended up
Su Yunzhe’s hand resting on Shen Yan’s waist paused slightly before he tightened his embrace around him. He didn’t say
Su Yunzhe regretted it. He had overestimated his self-control, forgetting that in front of Shen Yan, his composure was always
Shen Yan hadn’t finished his sentence when his wrist was suddenly grabbed, startling him so much that he turned and
Su Yunzhe’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he realized his strategy had backfired. He had thought it would be easy
On the way back to H City in the afternoon, Shen Yan couldn’t help but glance back at the large
Shen Yan took the rice ball and took a bite. It had a salted duck egg yolk filling, his favorite
Early morning, light rain. Xiyuan Cemetery. Ling Sicheng stood with an umbrella in front of a very ordinary gravestone, staring