Transmigrating into a Novel

[Two male leads + both romantically and sexually inexperienced + happy ending + no relationship angst, bittersweet plot + firmly committed to a happy ending + no side couples]

Gu Nian'an looked at himself in the mirror. He appeared to be in his early twenties, with fair skin, bright red, moist lips, and slightly curly hair falling softly beside his ears. This was his original appearance.

So how had things ended up like this...

A day earlier, Gu Nian'an had still been waiting to die. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a lavishly decorated living room.

The light from the crystal chandelier overhead spilled over his eyes, making him rub them in discomfort.

Where am I? Didn't I die?

"Have you finished making a scene?" Gu Nian'an turned toward the voice and froze for a moment. The man before him stood tall and straight, with a high nose bridge and handsome features. He exuded an innate air of nobility.

But he did not know him. Gu Nian'an hesitantly asked, "Do we know each other?"

Seeing the confusion on his face, the man said impatiently, "Gu Nian'an, what are you trying to do now? Behave yourself and do what you're supposed to. Take the money and leave in three years. Until then, don't dream of getting anything that doesn't belong to you."

He had only married Gu Nian'an because of the will, having seen that he was an orphan.

His background was clean, and he would be easy to control. If he behaved himself for three years, then took the money and left, that would have been fine.

Yet after marrying him, he had actually tried to drug him. He had probably caused plenty of trouble again this time.

With that thought, he looked up, only to see the young man before him looking utterly confused. Those eyes were clear, without a trace of greed, and he even looked rather docile.

Fu Xiuyuan paused briefly, then gave a disdainful smile at the thought that he had actually been taken in by Gu Nian'an's appearance.

While Gu Nian'an was still wondering where he was and who the man before him was, his brow suddenly twitched, and in the next second, pain swept over him.

His whole body began to tremble. His vision went black, and he pitched forward.

"What's wrong?" Startled, Fu Xiuyuan reached out to catch him. The person in his arms kept trembling. He felt his back and found it covered in cold sweat. He was not pretending.

Gu Nian'an felt as though a knife had plunged into his head and was twisting ceaselessly. All sorts of fragmented images surged up. In an instant, he felt cold all over and instinctively moved toward the warmth beside him, clutching the man's arm tightly. "It hurts. It hurts so much..."

Fu Xiuyuan looked at the person clutching his arm and could not help frowning slightly.

But feeling the young man's body trembling and convulsing without stopping, he sighed, gathered him into his arms, and quickly called the doctor.

A while later, an elderly man pushed the door open and came in. "Mr. Fu, what's the matter?"

Fu Xiuyuan gestured toward the young man in his arms. Doctor Li asked, "What happened?"

"He suddenly collapsed just now and said he was in pain."

Looking at the person still trembling in his arms, Fu Xiuyuan felt a surge of irritation.

He did not want any further involvement with this person, but he did not want anything to suddenly happen to him either.

"Does he have any medical history?"

At this, the man paused, then said somewhat awkwardly, "I don't know."

Indeed, before their marriage, he had only known that Gu Nian'an was a student sponsored by their company, was now an obscure minor celebrity, and had no parents. He knew nothing else.

He glanced at the young man leaning in Fu Xiuyuan's arms, his face pale and his consciousness already growing hazy.

Doctor Li said with some concern, "Then he'll have to go to the hospital for an examination. I have no way of determining what illness this gentleman might have."

"Cough... no, don't. Don't take me to the hospital." Gu Nian'an pressed tightly against Fu Xiuyuan, coughing violently as his body continued to tremble.

"Don't be ridiculous!" The sternness of the man's voice revealed his anger. "You're my legal spouse now. Our contract lasts three years, and during those three years, I have the right to look after your health. You're coming to the hospital with me right now."

With that, Fu Xiuyuan picked the young man up, rose, and started outside.

A sudden soft touch against his neck brought him to a halt.

The person in his arms kept rubbing his face against him as if trying to appease him. "I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm not going to the hospital. I'll be all right in a bit, all right in a bit. Please, sir."

He had never had many good memories of hospitals. He already knew where the pain had come from, so naturally, he did not want to go to the hospital and could only instinctively plead with him.

The man's air changed in an instant, and a shadow flickered in his eyes.

"Doctor Li, I'll leave him to you." After glancing at the young man lying in the hospital bed, the man turned and left.

"Of course, Mr. Fu."

Memories belonging to "Gu Nian'an" kept flashing through his mind. When he woke again, he opened his eyes to a pristine white ceiling and the smell of disinfectant washing over him, as though he had returned to those painful days of struggle in his previous life.

Before he could collect himself, a voice sounded beside him. "Mr. Gu, you're awake."

Gu Nian'an looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a stern face. He asked a little nervously, "Who are you?"

"I'm Li Changyu, Mr. Fu's family doctor. I'm also responsible for looking after you." Looking at the pale, nervous young man lying in the hospital bed, Li Changyu, a father himself, could not help softening his voice with a touch of fatherly affection.

Gu Nian'an gave a slight nod to show he understood.

Li Changyu hesitated briefly. "Do you have any medical history, Mr. Gu? We haven't yet determined what caused this episode."

Gu Nian'an paused. How could he possibly say that he had fainted because receiving the original owner's memories had hurt too much? Only after a long while did he feign bewilderment and say, "I don't know either. Maybe it's because I haven't been resting well lately."

Li Changyu smiled. "Young people should take care of their health and stay up late less often. I'll head back, then. Get some rest, Mr. Gu. You can go home this afternoon."

Gu Nian'an gave an awkward smile and quickly murmured his agreement.

By the time he returned to the Fu Residence using the original owner's memories, it was already evening. The night was dark, and the entire villa was empty. Just as the original owner's memories indicated, Fu Xiuyuan disliked having too many people around.

So the household staff were all hourly workers who usually left as soon as their work was done. The house was cold and deserted, even a little frightening at night.

After entering his room, Gu Nian'an flung himself onto the bed and buried himself in the covers. A day ago, he had still been in the hospital waiting for death to come. A day later, he had transmigrated into a supporting character in a novel. Life really was unpredictable.

It was a novel about wealthy families and corporate warfare called "The Fu Family's Stormy Rise." Its male lead was Fu Xiuyuan, who had witnessed his mother jump to her death as a child. When he was a little older, the stepmother his father married and his newborn younger brother had continually oppressed him.

His father's cold indifference and his mother's fatal fall had left the young male lead with deep psychological scars.

As a result, the adult male lead had an extreme lack of security and used extreme methods, taking frenzied revenge on those who had once bullied and humiliated him. The Fu Group had originally been only a medium-sized conglomerate.

But under the male lead's management, it had grown into the powerful company it was now, while his younger brother, supported by their stepmother and father, wanted to fight him for control of the group.

How could the male lead tolerate that? His maternal grandfather and paternal grandfather had been comrades-in-arms. His paternal grandfather had never expected his parents' marriage to turn out that way either, but things had already reached that point, and he could hardly do anything to his own son.

But he felt guilty, so he left a will stipulating that the male lead could inherit his ten percent shareholding once he married.

For one thing, he worried that with the male lead's personality, he really might never marry. For another, he wanted to leave him some security.

The male lead, however, exploited a loophole. It said he had to marry, but not whom he had to marry, so he found the original owner, "Gu Nian'an."

The original owner was an orphan who had grown up in an orphanage, which was funded by the Gu Group. After a selection process, the original owner was chosen.

Once the three years were up, he could leave with thirty million. The original owner had no social connections and a clean background. It was a contractual marriage.

The male lead thought a man would not develop any inappropriate ideas, but he had not expected that, after experiencing the benefits money and power brought following their marriage, the original owner's mind would gradually become twisted.

In the end, he met a miserable fate.