[The title was a flop, but the story is great! A super-sweet couple of husband-jinxing husbands-if you love sweet romance, dive right in! There are face-slapping moments too. Babies, please leave your little paw prints! Love you!]
[PS!!!: There are entertainment industry scenes, not many, all in service of the plot. Sweet romance is the focus!!! There are entertainment industry scenes! If you don't like that, switch books! Let's not make things difficult for each other, thank you!!!!!]
"Take it off."
Off?
Take what off? How?
Could he put it back on afterward?
Yan Ningke looked around in a daze. The next instant, unfamiliar memories came flooding in.
It took him three whole minutes to confirm that he had transmigrated into a novel!
The same name, but each had his own miserable life.
The original Yan Ningke had been born into wealth, abducted by traffickers at three, and found at ten, by which time his family already had another son three years younger than him.
From then on, there had been no place for him in that family.
After a rough childhood, he had met his first dream man and muse in high school.
That was Shao Yang, the novel's male lead.
True to his sunny name, he was handsome and bright, with a gentle temperament.
He would even spare a thought for an ant passing by.
A man who spread his warmth indiscriminately.
So when he saw Yan Ningke crouching by the roadside in the pouring rain, the male lead's compassion overflowed.
He took a plastic bag used for carrying books out of his pocket and handed it to the original Yan Ningke.
In a truly bizarre turn of events, he won the original Yan Ningke's heart.
Yan Ningke remembered having plenty to say when he read that part.
Are you out of your mind? He has money, a house, and a car. Couldn't he at least get you a hotel room or drive you home?
Either would beat a plastic bag!
The point is, he had an umbrella!
He'd rather carry that umbrella over to his car five meters away than give it to you!
What the fuck are you so moved by?
Of course, helping was a kindness, not an obligation.
But surely a plastic bag wasn't enough to make someone live for him, die for him, and slam headfirst into walls for him!
To get his hands on his cousin's company secrets, Shao Yang had conned the original Yan Ningke into stealing documents for him.
The original Yan Ningke had some ability, too. Despite the pressure of dealing with that sinister big shot, he had actually pulled it off.
Just when he was joyfully anticipating finally being together with the man he loved.
His beloved had smiled and handed him a glass of poisoned wine.
And so, with disbelief in his eyes, the original Yan Ningke's absurd life had ended.
Meanwhile, Shao Yang had climbed to the top with power in one hand and a beauty in the other.
He had become the biggest winner.
"What? You don't want to?"
"Then get out."
Yan Ningke gazed distractedly at the man in the wheelchair before him.
The book's greatest villain, and the person who most broke readers' hearts.
Shao Ke.
Shao Yang's first cousin.
Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was the Shao family's rightful first heir, the eldest son and eldest grandson of the direct line.
His life should have been smooth sailing, but his parents had died in a car accident when he was thirteen.
Unfortunately, he had been in the car too.
He had survived, but he had been left paralyzed.
After that, his standing had plummeted, from the crown prince to a useless outcast.
Wealthy families were that cruel.
Not only had he lost all his money and status, but even the boy he had grown up with had abandoned him and turned to the new heir's embrace.
Betrayed by both his family and his love, Shao Ke had gone completely mad.
Seeking revenge, he had taken a dangerous path into gray-area business dealings, which Shao Yang had discovered.
To bring his cousin down for good, Shao Yang had used the original Yan Ningke to steal evidence for him. The moment he received it, he silenced him, then took the evidence to see Shao Ke.
The author hadn't written the details.
Only one line remained: "Shao Ke, heaven's favored son, jumped to his death."
That was the ending to the life of the book's greatest villain.
Yan Ningke remembered how many fans had cried and begged the author to bring Shao Ke back and give him a book of his own.
But the author had said that regrets were common in life.
That was how Shao Ke's story ought to end.
Ought to? What did that even mean?
Even if you needed cannon fodder to highlight the male lead's glory, you shouldn't judge someone's entire life in terms of what ought or ought not to happen.
Yan Ningke hadn't had time to argue or comment. He had simply unfollowed the author and removed the book from his library.
Then he had enjoyed a good sleep and forgotten all his troubles.
And that afternoon, he had transmigrated here!
You bastard, heaven!
"Uncle Zhong, show him out."
The man gave the cold, merciless order, then turned his wheelchair to leave.
"Wait!"
Before he could go, Yan Ningke reached out in a dramatic, pleading gesture.
The man had already turned sideways, but looked back at his voice.
Only then did Yan Ningke get a clear look at his face.
His features were exquisitely proportioned. His narrow eyes held both icy sharpness and gloom, while the slight bump on his alluring nose lent his handsomeness a distinctive edge.
He wore an immaculate, expensive black shirt. Even sitting in a wheelchair did nothing to diminish his noble, coldly striking presence.
At a glance, he looked close to six feet three.
Heaven's favored son.
The author's description had been well deserved.
Yan Ningke blinked hard, fighting the weakness in his waist.
Yes, he was a virgin lech, a naturally slutty bottom.
How could he possibly resist such a strapping top, exactly his type?
His hands itched, his heart itched, and his ass itched.
"Hello, husband I've never met."
Shao Ke: "..."
Uncle Zhong, the butler: "!"
Was that secondhand embarrassment kicking in?
Yan Ningke wasn't embarrassed in the slightest.
He took two steps forward, his curved eyes sparkling, a stark contrast to the blandness of his face when he wasn't smiling.
"Don't you remember? We grew up together. When we were little, you played at your house, and I played at mine."
Who didn't go a little mad?
He had finally made it into a comfortably well-off household, only to be killed by an unidentified object falling from the sky.
When he woke up, he discovered he had transmigrated into a novel.
It was as if the joys and sorrows of his twenty-odd years had never existed.
Yan Ningke wanted to go off the rails.
Shao Ke wanted to kill someone.
"Oh, right. What did you want me to take off just now? My shirt? My pants? Or everything?"
Yan Ningke looked bashful. "There are still people here. Aren't you being a little too eager?"
The corner of Shao Ke's mouth twitched. "."
Don't be ridiculous!
"Uncle Zhong, show him out!"
Keeping this lunatic here for even another minute would be an insult to himself!
"This way, Mr. Yan."
Uncle Zhong gestured with a thoroughly serious expression.
Yan Ningke promptly dropped the nonsense and waved the white flag. "Hey, hey, don't! I was joking!"
Honestly, he had no sense of humor at all.
In truth, he wasn't just acting crazy, nor was he simply trying to flirt.
According to the book's timeline, today was the day the original Yan Ningke had come to apply as the villain's caregiver so he could help Shao Yang steal documents.
In other words, a male nanny.
This was also the beginning of the end for the two pieces of cannon fodder.
One had been caught with incriminating evidence, lost all desire to live, and jumped to his death.
The other had been used for all he was worth, then sent on his way once he was no longer useful.
In short, this was a crucial turning point.
He might be crazy.
But if he could save someone, he still had to.
Fuck all that talk of what ought or ought not to happen.
He was already here anyway, and the man happened to look exactly his type.
Why pass up a perfectly good meal?
Those who went mad got to enjoy themselves first!
"Mr. Shao, let's start over. Hello, my name is Yan Ningke."
Looking at the person smiling radiantly before him, Shao Ke was briefly dazed.
Something felt different.
Whatever crossed his mind, his expression turned cold again.
"Uncle Zhong, explain it to him."
Yan Ningke watched the wheelchair gradually disappear into the elevator.
The second before the elevator doors closed, Shao Ke lifted his eyes.
They were filled with a sinister, chilling cold.
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