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Or rather, he was stunned by the boy in a dress reflected in the three full-length mirrors!

This boy had a face brimming with desire, overflowing with seductive charm.

His individual features were nothing remarkable, but put together, they gave off the feeling that... the moment you saw him, you thought of "bed."

Before transmigrating, Jing Yi had been praised by many people who did not know him well as a warm, healing gentleman with both wifely qualities and the traits of a second male lead! Even those who knew his true nature were always misled by his utterly nonthreatening appearance and temperament. Thanks to that, Jing Yi's Taobao shop had done thirty percent better than its competitors. He had benefited greatly from it.

Back then, he could sit in a wheelchair and smile faintly, and anyone who saw him would think him a gentleman as refined as jade—a certified good person.

Yet the temperament he had cultivated over so many years still could not neutralize the... sultry allure of this face.

Forgive him for using the word "sultry." He was already being merciful! If possible, who would describe their own face that way?

Jing Yi thought in heartbreak and despair that no one was less suited than the original owner to wearing a Lolita dress! From a professional perspective, the original owner was better suited to endorsing sexy lingerie and accessories. Even wearing nothing would have looked better than wearing a lace dress—who in this world did not have visual biases? To be fair, if Jing Yi saw the original owner's face on the street, he definitely would not have formed a good impression of him! He was undeniably beautiful, but he especially did not look like a good person! Just look at that mole by the corner of his mouth!

Smoky eyes and seductive movements, restless and unfaithful, special profession, big breasts and no brains, low-level cannon fodder...

In short, he looked especially improper. Definitely not like a protagonist, but more like some minor cannon fodder whom the protagonist would repeatedly slap in the face, the sort whose screen time would not last beyond a single episode!

Jing Yi stripped off the lace dress.

Clinging to a sliver of hope, he wanted to see whether that impression was the dress's fault. Then he despairingly reached a conclusion: with the dress on, he had actually been in a buffed state. Once he stripped naked and combined that with his equally desire-stirring body... and that unforgettable transmigration pose... damn it, had he transmigrated into some explicit porn novel?

—A side effect of occasionally reading novels about transmigrating into books.

Only after finishing his bath did Jing Yi finally recover from his depressed mood.

As he had said before, being alive was already the greatest stroke of luck. If he kept whining, he would be far too ungrateful and incapable of contentment.

He changed into normal clean clothes, found the medicine box, applied ointment to his red, swollen neck, and finally wrapped it in gauze. The ointment worked remarkably well, and before long, Jing Yi felt much better.

Then he opened the door and went out, hoping to turn things around before the matter was settled.

The original owner's father was a middling councilman in a government department named Jing Bo. To sum him up in one sentence: his ambitions were sky-high, but his fate was paper-thin. Everyone knew he was ambitious, yet his ability could not match it. After years of scrambling and using every connection built up by his forebears, he had still only achieved mediocrity. He often lamented that his timing was poor and his fate full of hardship.

He had always looked down on the original owner and would scold him whenever they met. Thus, the original owner had been raised by his grandmother since childhood. Already lacking much affection for him, the original owner had always kept far away from him. Whenever he got himself into trouble with his endless ways of courting disaster, Jing Bo would fly into a rage, while his stepmother would instead shield him. The original owner probably did not have a brain bigger than a walnut. Gradually, he began treating his stepmother as his real mother. Since he was not good at managing money, he handed all the inheritance he had received from his grandmother over to his stepmother to handle. He never asked about it and simply lived off substantial dividends. His life could not have been more comfortable.

What a clichéd plot development!

...Forget it. He had borrowed someone else's identity to live another life, so he should not complain about them.

This house was quite large, an independent three-story villa with many rooms on each floor. As Jing Yi walked through the corridor, he encountered several servants. They all avoided him from afar, as if he were the source of some plague. Jing Yi finally managed to stop one and asked whether Madam Qin had left.

The rather young girl lowered her eyes and obediently told him, "Madam Qin left not long ago. Madam saw her off."

In other words, his stepmother was not home either?

Jing Yi frowned and continued asking, "What about Father? Is he home?"

The servant shook her head. "Sir went to a meeting." She tried hard to suppress the shock in her heart. When had the eldest young master ever called Sir Father? What was going on today? Could what Xiao Tao said be true? Was the young master so excited about marrying Major Qin that he was in a good mood and had become sensible?

Jing Yi nodded and said nothing more, returning dejectedly to his room.

The people involved were not even home, so what the hell was there to talk about? Could they have deliberately avoided him?

Jing Yi was unfamiliar with this place. Even if they really were avoiding him, there was nothing he could do but wait until they returned.

Xiao Tao watched his retreating figure from behind and thought, The eldest young master really was excited, wasn't he? Even the way he walked had become so strange! It was completely different from his usual swaying, "bewitching" gait. He looked so stiff...

But how could she know that even this stiff posture was something Jing Yi had painstakingly practiced!