[Target host detected...] [Ding! Welcome, host Jiang Nan. System 771 at your service!] [Enjoy your transmigration into the novel!]
After a strange electronic voice rang out, an even more baffling scene suddenly appeared before Jiang Nan.
In a lavishly decorated bedroom, a man sat in a wheelchair, his upper body clad in a black suit. The fine fabric outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist.
A gray blanket lay across his knees. His profile was beautifully defined, his face extraordinarily handsome. With his gaze lowered, he looked rather like a bodhisattva pitying all living beings, possessing a divine beauty.
Jiang Nan's gaze landed on him, and for a moment, that face took his breath away.
Soon, however, his attention was drawn to the person opposite the man.
The other person wore a white suit. His figure was slender and straight, though he looked rather delicate next to the man in the wheelchair. His hair was dyed a dazzling pink, and he even wore ear studs.
He looked every inch a street punk.
At that moment, the street punk was jumping around, pointing an index finger at the man in the wheelchair and ranting, "Fu Jingzhou, you're a cripple. How do you have the nerve to marry me? Can you... even get it up?"
Stunned by that outrageous remark, Jiang Nan's mouth formed an O, and he instinctively looked at the man sitting in the wheelchair.
His expression remained unchanged. Perhaps he had heard so many nasty remarks that he was immune, or perhaps he intended to settle the score later.
Catching the darkness in his eyes, Jiang Nan silently prayed for the street punk.
Even without using his brain, he could tell this pink-haired kid was going to be done for.
Just as he was silently mourning the pink-haired kid, the other suddenly turned his head, and Jiang Nan finally got a clear look at his face.
He had dark brows and eyes, full, crimson lips, round almond-shaped eyes, clean facial contours, and fine skin.
The O of Jiang Nan's mouth grew even bigger.
He looked exactly like him!
Remembering that strange electronic voice, Jiang Nan suddenly had a rather ominous thought.
Had he really transmigrated into a novel?
Impossible!
Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, the rule of law...
Before he could finish reciting, Jiang Nan suddenly received an electric shock that ran down his back to his tailbone.
He was just about to swear when his body lurched, and he suddenly found himself looking into a pair of deep, pitch-black eyes.
The man's expression was calm, but his eyes held a startling murderous intent.
Under his gaze, Jiang Nan's knees went weak, and he landed on his backside with a plop.
So... so scary... He wanted to go home...
[You cannot!] the system said coldly and mercilessly. [In the real world, you have already died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. This is your only chance to stay alive.]
Jiang Nan: "..."
Fucking director. Fucking system.
After cursing them out, he looked back at Fu Jingzhou.
The man's hands rested against his lower abdomen, his fingers interlaced. His skin was cool and pale, and under the light, his well-defined hands looked as though they were covered in a layer of snow.
Jiang Nan laughed awkwardly. "Hahahaha..."
He quietly climbed to his feet and gazed lovingly at Fu Jingzhou. "Baby, but that's okay. As long as it's you, I'm willing to keep things platonic."
"No! I love platonic relationships!"
Fu Jingzhou raised an eyebrow slightly and lightly tapped his right index finger against the back of his left hand. Without betraying anything, he continued watching him.
When he received no response, Jiang Nan could only keep trying. He crouched on the floor and tilted his head up to meet Fu Jingzhou's eyes. "Baby, say something."
Fu Jingzhou lowered his chin a little. His lips curved slightly, and his voice was rich and alluring. "What? Is your schizophrenia acting up?"
"..."
That was far too infuriating.
Jiang Nan raged inwardly, but his smile remained soft and gentle. "Baby, you're so good to me. You even joke around with me."
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
For once, he was at a loss for words. Frowning, he studied Jiang Nan with a somewhat searching gaze.
Only then did Jiang Nan notice the tiny red tear mole at the outer corner of his left eye.
It lent him a somewhat bewitching air.
Jiang Nan felt as though five hundred anesthetic needles had been plunged into his lumbar spine. Half his body went numb.
He finally remembered why the name Fu Jingzhou sounded so familiar.
Three days ago, Jiang Nan's slave driver of a boss had finally given everyone a weekend off. As usual, he had found a novel to read before bed.
Jiang Nan liked reading novels, whether they were about live-in sons-in-law, immortal cultivation, or fantasy.
He had been in a reading slump for ages, and After the True Young Master Returned, the Whole Family Doted on Him was sitting at the top of the reading charts.
Jiang Nan had thought it was one of those stories where the whole family ended up in the crematorium. Since he had not read anything like that in a while, he had happily clicked on it with a broad, toothy grin.
After reading for most of the night, his expression had gone from expectant to twisted with bewilderment.
Only when he saw the protagonist, Shen Anbai, hugging his supposed good brother and locking lips with him did he realize it was a gay novel.
Jiang Nan was the sort of person who, even when a meal tasted awful, would endure the nausea and finish it because he had paid for it.
The author had written seven hundred thousand words, and the novel was still ongoing.
The early part followed the protagonist, Shen Anbai, struggling alone in the entertainment industry. Later, he met his destined partner and went on to reunite with his real family.
Yes, he was the Jiang Family's actual youngest son.
Jiang Nan was a knockoff.
Enduring his twitching toes, Jiang Nan had painfully made it through five hundred thousand words. The moment the cannon fodder Jiang Nan appeared, he had angrily dropped the novel.
And left a comment.
-Fuck you. Author, you'd better sleep with your eyes open tonight.
In After the True Young Master Returned, the Whole Family Doted on Him, if Jiang Nan was cannon fodder, then Fu Jingzhou was the major villain with an enormous amount of page time.
The kind whose role ran from the very beginning to the very end.
To establish just how badass he was, the author had given him plenty of moments to shine.
Even with his parents long dead, the Fu Family split into factions, and his legs disabled, he still sat in his wheelchair with a warm smile and impeccable manners.
A graduate of a prestigious university, he had barely entered the Fu Family's business before using decisive, ruthless measures to crush those harboring ill intentions. He was a born businessman.
Although Jiang Nan had not read to the end, he had seen other readers complaining in the comments about what happened to such a man.
Fu Jingzhou died in a mudslide.
When man-made disasters could not bring him down, the author had written in a natural disaster.
His extraordinary life had ended at the novel's seven-hundred-thousand-word mark.
At the thought, Jiang Nan concealed the complicated look in his eyes and turned to Fu Jingzhou.
Noticing his gaze, Fu Jingzhou lazily lifted his eyelids.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing." Jiang Nan shook his head.
He had clearly been looking at him just now, yet now refused to admit it. Fu Jingzhou's eyes cooled slightly, and he was about to say something.
Then Jiang Nan asked him with a serious expression, "Do you know the Pacific Ocean?"
"Obviously." Fu Jingzhou held his jaw tense, looking displeased. "My legs are crippled, not my brain."
"Oh, right, right." A shy smile curved Jiang Nan's lips. "That's all the drool I've shed for you."
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
He fell silent for a few seconds, tapping the armrest with his fingertips.
Slowly, he let out a breath.
Previously, he had only heard that the Jiang Family's young master was vicious and mean. Looking at him now, though, he seemed rather stupid.