A Tycoon Family's Gossip Wears Everyone Out

Welcome to Episode 1 of The Gossiping Villainous Male Supporting Character Whose Thoughts Are Read, Making Big Shots Fight to Dote on Him, produced by Tomato Listening.

Stop kidding around. How could some washed-up nobody from the entertainment industry possibly be my brother?!

The paternity report was out, and I still didn't believe it. Whoever wanted to acknowledge him could do it themselves—I wasn't going to. I'm going downstairs right now to tell him to get out of my house!

The man had barely entered the luxurious, exquisitely decorated villa hall when a shrill voice rang out from upstairs.

The expressions of the female maids greeting guests at the entrance immediately changed, their covert glances brimming with contempt and mockery.

It was no wonder they reacted that way.

The Song family was prestigious in Capital City, part of the uppermost tier among the financial elite. He was just some nobody who had recently been cursed onto the trending searches. He looked like a fraud trying to take shortcuts and marry up. He had probably come to try his luck and might be thrown out by the young miss at any moment.

Things were awkward by the villa entrance, but the atmosphere in the reception room was subtle.

The distinguished guests who had been invited over heard the commotion upstairs and exchanged glances without betraying a thing.

Huh?

What was going on?

President Song suddenly had a son?

Wow, this had the scent of some major gossip. A little exciting.

Logically speaking, after the Song family's young miss had practically torn all pretenses apart with those few words, the man should have reacted even if he did not feel embarrassed.

But he acted as though he had heard nothing. He strode into the living room on his long legs, his expression unchanged. His handsome face was calm, his eyes flickering slightly as though his mind was elsewhere.

The unexpected guest's sudden appearance drew every guest's gaze. When they saw his face, they were all slightly taken aback.

It had to be said, this young celebrity was indeed exceptionally good-looking. His deep, handsome brows and eyes, features balanced between softness and sharpness, and faint smile gave him an air of casual self-assurance. Even without the dazzling crystal chandelier shining on him, his brilliance could not be concealed.

Simply standing there, he seemed born to be the center of attention. It was difficult not to notice him, and his composure in the face of pressure carried a hint of the noble bearing unique to wealthy families.

The crisp click-click of high heels sounded on the staircase, interrupting the guests' thoughts. In the next instant, they saw a girl in a black lace dress, wearing exquisite makeup and looking like a little princess, standing arrogantly before the man with disgust on her pretty face.

Her gaze swept over him from head to toe. After a brief stunned pause, her lips curled into a mocking smile. So she's my little sister. She looks pretty sharp and spirited—how could she be a lovesick fool?

Before she could even say a word, a strange voice abruptly sounded by her ear. A dignified young lady from a wealthy family, willingly acting like a simp for the son of her own family's maid?

Hmph. If I were her father or mother, I'd slap the two of them silly!

Song Xiaonan froze. How did he know I was in love?

Bah! You're the one in love!

It was not just the Song family's young miss whose worldview had collapsed. The guests in the living room were equally dumbfounded.

Huh?

Where did that voice come from?

Wait, the Song family's young miss liked the maid's son and even acted like a simp? Wasn't that lowering herself?

Though there were rumors that President Song treated the maid's son like his own, surely he would not hand over his daughter to him?

Everyone unconsciously turned to look at Song Xiaonan.

Mr. and Mrs. Song hurried downstairs to smooth things over.

Qin Shuyuan grabbed her daughter's arm and pulled her back. "You're not allowed to speak to your biological brother like that."

Song Deyi explained with an awkward smile.

"Aha, Yichuan, your sister just returned from abroad. We hadn't had the chance to tell her about you yet."

"Yes, don't be angry with her."

The man who had remained silent all this time curled his lips. "It's fine. I understand. After all, I'm a brother who appeared out of nowhere. I can't compare to bonds built through spending every day together."

Who he meant by "spending every day together" was obvious.

The guests' gossiping gazes grew increasingly meaningful. Song Xiaonan naturally felt them. Her face flushed red as she tried to curse him out, but she could not make a sound no matter what. She could only stomp her feet in fury before being dragged away by her mother.

The disturbance in the living room was temporarily brought under control.

The guests who had been enjoying the gossip for half the day wore even stranger expressions, as though digesting something.

As for Song Yichuan, he stood there as if nothing had happened, continuing to space out.

Actually, calling it spacing out was not quite accurate, because he was currently focused on studying the gossip compendium in his mind.

That was right. Song Yichuan had transmigrated into a book.

He had originally been a diligent, dedicated entertainment-industry peripheral arts worker, commonly known as a paparazzo, though he was often mistaken for a tabloid stalker.

After being exploited by capital and staying up night after night to stake out and take photos, he had suddenly died on the street from overwork. When he woke up again, he found himself inside a BL novel called Day and Night, Doted on by a Tycoon, where he had gloriously been promoted to the role of villainous male supporting character.

Wow. In the original novel, he was the one whose face got slapped, the scum who got abused, the one everyone hated and eventually killed.

Fine. After he received part of the plot, the system appeared.

"Congratulations on receiving a chance at rebirth. Please work hard to change your fate of becoming cannon fodder. Otherwise, you will be completely dead in both worlds."

Song Yichuan was full of anticipation. Other transmigrators all get cheat codes. I've got one too!

After hesitating for a moment, the system produced a gossip compendium.

Song Yichuan caught it with his mind. "There are all kinds of secrets from this world inside. You can look through them whenever you want."

This counted as a cheat code?

No way, give it to me. I want it, I want it!

This gossip was pretty entertaining. Heaven knew how irresistible gossip was to a paparazzo.

The moment he turned the first page, he could not put it down, completely failing to notice that the system had gone offline.

A wealthy family's daughter-in-law actually introduced young male models to her seventy-year-old mother-in-law. Her eighty-year-old father-in-law refused to be outdone and kept a female student from the Communications University. She was even pregnant. Still going strong at that age!

Holy shit, the pure little flower Jing Jing actually had a plastic-surgery face. She even took laxatives to lose weight, threw up that night, and had to get her stomach pumped at the hospital.

Ning Yuan has kleptomania. She slipped on a pair of sky-high-priced diamond panties at a luxury store and tried to wear them out, only to get caught red-handed.

That award-winning director is actually addicted to domestic violence. He beat his wife badly enough to break three ribs, and did it in front of their child too. Pah!

China!

As Song Yichuan walked into the villa courtyard, he continued muttering to himself internally, completely failing to notice the suited man beside him repeatedly glancing his way.

When the villa doors opened, he crossed his long legs and walked out, yet that sharp gaze still remained fixed on the Song family's young miss.

After Song Xiaonan was pulled upstairs by Qin Shuyuan, Song Deyi finally introduced his son to the guests.

"Song Yichuan has returned to the entertainment industry. From now on, I hope everyone will take good care of him."

The elegantly dressed guests rose to their feet, smiling and exchanging pleasantries, as though the earlier disturbance and inexplicable voice had merely been an interlude that no one paid further attention to.

After all, something as absurd as mind-reading only happened in novels.

"Yichuan, these are all major figures in the industry whom your father specially invited. You need to learn from them."

Song Deyi's smile was loving. His son had been left outside for many years, and he had failed to fulfill even a shred of his responsibility as a father. Now that he had acknowledged him, the first thing he did was pave the way for his biological son in the entertainment industry. Such an act of compensation was perfectly normal.

Song Yichuan naturally stepped forward. "This is Director Li Mingcheng, who just won an award abroad. You should have just heard his name."

Song Yichuan's expression stiffened, his lips pressing tightly together.

Holy shit, this is that scumbag who beat his wife badly enough to break three ribs!

Sure enough, he looks human but has the heart of a beast. The voice was so clear that everyone around them turned their heads at once, their faces identical in shock.