Xiao Ci, You Don't Want to Be (01)

The Department of Business Administration at the East University only has two classes on Fridays.

After a week of grueling early morning classes, 80% of the students have lost interest in learning; some are dozing off, while others are secretly playing on their phones.

Only a pitifully small number of people in the front row were still listening to the elderly professor with gray hair lecturing.

"Damn it! Even you're not paying attention in class!" Li Cheng teased in a low voice, "Sending messages to your pretty little boyfriend again?"

Jiang Shu remained silent.

The warm autumn sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden glow over the handsome and gentle male college student, softening even his sharp, defined facial features.

He has an exceptionally youthful feel.

My phone vibrated.

A message immediately popped up in the dialog box.

The nickname is "Cute Xue Ci Wife" --

I'll be home by 5:30, but I can be home before then.

Jiang Shu's lips curled slightly.

Long, slender fingers flew across the screen, editing rapidly.

[I'll finish class soon and come to the library to find you.]

Let's go explore the back gate of the school first.

[What would you like to eat? Or buy something? A new horror movie just came out, want to see it? There's still time to book tickets.]

[I'll take you home after you've finished watching.]

As a longtime friend of Jiang Shu, Li Cheng knew how popular Jiang was at school.

Handsome, academically excellent, athletic, and from a good family—he's got all the advantages of being a male protagonist in a novel.

Although he has a bit of a pampered young master's air about him, he is generally well-mannered.

Even when rejecting countless suitors, she remained exceptionally polite, usually with a smile on her lips and a gentle demeanor.

"You're great, but I don't want to be in a relationship right now, sorry."

Li Cheng thought he would grow old alone, but he found a girlfriend during his junior year of college.

That little boy was exceptionally handsome.

Song Xueci became famous on the forum just over a month after entering the school, with people calling her "wife" in the comments. Little did she know that she would become Jiang Shu's wife now.

Thanks to Jiang Shu, Li Cheng met him once and felt that he was much better looking in person than in photos.

"Are you two going out on a date today?" Li Cheng asked, envious of Jiang Shu who was radiating romance. "Where are you taking Song Xueci?"

While waiting for news, Jiang Shu finally spoke to him, "Just be with him."

Li Cheng clicked his tongue. "How come you've become love-struck?"

Jiang Shu actually felt that his enthusiastic demeanor was a bit strange.

But he couldn't control himself at all.

There's a term now called "hot violence," which is the opposite of cold violence. Hot violence involves constantly pestering the other person, leaving them no space, causing them to feel suffocated and ultimately leading to a breakup.

Jiang Shu felt that his current behavior was somewhat similar.

Fearing that Xue Ci would find him clingy, he paused, then deleted the few lines he had just sent.

After waiting for ten minutes, he couldn't resist.

Jiang Shu: [I miss you.]

library.

Xue Ci, having finished her homework, picked up her phone to check the time, only to find over a dozen WeChat messages popping up.

They were all sent by Jiang Shu.

Xue Ci through it.

He muttered, "Didn't they say we don't contact each other much, like a fake couple...?"

This is a direct quote from the original storyline.

Having just experienced a rather thrilling zombie world, thoughtful 11 chose a modern, cheesy, and absurd small world for him, free of any supernatural adventure elements.

He plays a character who is a cannon fodder in a family that is in debt, but is forced into bed by his gambling-addicted adoptive father. The creditor doesn't like him at all, but is attracted to his looks and body, and keeps him as a caged bird in his home.

Later, he was embroiled in a feud within a wealthy family, becoming a scapegoat and dying in a car accident.

Xue Ci is once again a pitiful, honest person.

Despite already having a boyfriend, she was forced to break up with him by creditors and was kept in a villa like a caged bird. Her ex-boyfriend also thought she was a vain person, and the misunderstanding was never cleared up until his death.

Xue Ci had no problem with being kept in the villa, but if there was a sugar daddy... He found the key point, his face showing suspicion: [Does a canary need to serve a sugar daddy?]

moment.

[What service is the baby referring to?]

Xue Ci paused, then leaned on the table, her ears turning red as she thought about the topic they had discussed, "[Why are you out again?]"

The one speaking to him was the fused Fragment; compared to the previous noisy men, the fused male voice was deep and pleasant, carrying a gentlemanly air.

[You haven't visited me in a long time.]

Xue Ci sensed a hint of grievance in his voice.

He calculated that he had been in this world for almost a month, busy with classes and club activities every day, and hadn't actually been to the space.

"I'm a bit busy," Xue Ci replied guiltily, quickly changing the subject. "What about 11?"

I can answer your question too.

Xue Ci pursed her lips, looking embarrassed, and said, "[Then you tell me...]"

[Logically, this should be provided. However, the plot can have a 10% deviation; I've already invaded this world and changed part of the plot.]

Xue Ci:[?]

His voice was a little urgent, and hesitant: [What did you change?]

The male voice spoke slowly and deliberately, "[On the day he kept you at the villa, he happened to be in a car accident.]"

?

[It just so happened to hit that spot.]

"..."

Xue Ci in surprise, "Don't ruin the plot!"

[I've finished revising it. He's not the main character, so it doesn't disrupt the plot. Of course, that's all I can do.] The male voice sounded disappointed. [I wish he could reduce the number of times he kisses you.]

But that's almost impossible.

Xue Ci's cheeks burned from his serious tone, and she bit her lips repeatedly until they became a deep, ripe red.

Xue Ci didn't know what to say.

On the bright side, he no longer needs to provide the services expected of a canary to his creditors.

The bell rang, and Jiang Shu sent two more messages.

Xue Ci didn't talk to it anymore. She packed her schoolbag, went outside, and called Jiang Shu back, arranging to meet him at the library entrance.

About five minutes later, a tall, thin figure appeared not far away.

The boy was wearing a black windbreaker, zipped all the way up, with a backpack slung over one shoulder. His bangs were casually falling across his forehead, and his dark hair and eyes gave him a youthful look.

"Xue Ci."

Jiang Shu had probably jogged over; his chest was still rising and falling slightly.

Upon seeing him, Xue Ci looked up and obediently called out, "Senior."

Jiang Shu gently rubbed his head.

The two have only been dating for two weeks, but their relationship has progressed far beyond Xue Ci's expectations.

When 11 told him that his first task was to get Jiang Shu to confess his feelings to him, Xue Ci frowned in distress.

--Jiang Shu really does seem like the kind of person who is gentle yet distant.

In order not to delay the progress, Xue Ci even devised a series of plans to lure people in, but she didn't have to use them.

On the third day after they met, Jiang Shu confessed her feelings to him.

After the boy, with a tense expression, said he wanted to date her, he gave a dry explanation, saying that he wasn't the kind of person who would easily fall for someone just because they were pretty, and that he had never been in a relationship before. He asked if she wanted to give it a try.

Xue Ci immediately agreed to the other party's request, and for the next two weeks, she stuck to him in a way that perfectly matched her character.

Jiang Shu, who should be career-oriented, seems to be sending more messages than him...

Xue Ci stopped thinking about these minor issues and immediately took the other person's arm, "You're a little slow."

The intimate gesture made Jiang Shu's body stiffen slightly, and a layer of fine sweat immediately appeared on his back. He then pretended to be calm and said, "I'm sorry."

The two walked side by side to the back street of the school, a heartwarming and beautiful scene.

The area around the school was full of delicious food, and Xue Ci wandered around until five o'clock before he knew it. Remembering his mission, he immediately told Jiang Shu that he wanted to go home.

The young couple was still deeply in love, and Jiang Shu certainly didn't want to part with Xue Ci: "Then I'll take you."

Jiang Shu is usually low-key, but he is a true young master.

To make it easier for him to attend school, his family bought an apartment near the school, where they also park their car.

Xue Ci politely declined. Jiang Shu didn't want to appear too clingy, so he didn't say anything more, tore open the packaging of the couple's red string he had just bought from the stall, and put it on Xue Ci's wrist. "Be careful."

Xue Ci to him and hurried towards the bus stop.

Only after that slender figure disappeared did Jiang Shu reluctantly lower his head and put the other red string on his wrist.

*

Xue Ci's family lived in an upscale neighborhood. Although he was adopted, his adoptive parents treated him well. However, after his adoptive mother passed away, his adoptive father gradually developed a gambling addiction and even embezzled a huge amount of company funds.

The purpose of this trip home was to complete the task of "witnessing my adoptive father being chased for debts."

Xue Ci walked downstairs in the residential complex.

Sure enough, a black minivan was parked downstairs; it looked like the debt collectors had arrived.

He looked away and hurried upstairs.

Unaware that inside the extended black sedan, the creditor's sharp, beast-like eyes were fixed on him with keen interest.

Xue Ci's adoptive father is a senior executive and currently lives in a large apartment of over 200 square meters. As soon as the elevator arrived, she could hear her adoptive father, Song Tanhai, wailing in pain through the crack in the door.

Xue Ci stood frozen at the door. It was the first time he had witnessed a debt collector. The tables and chairs in the house were overturned, and Song Tanhai had a bruised and swollen face with blood on his lips.

Four or five people came to collect the debt, and they all looked at him at once.

Xue Ci involuntarily shrank back.

Upon seeing Xue Ci, the crowd became slightly more subdued. Song Tanhai composed himself. "Xiao Ci, Daddy is talking to someone. Why don't you come downstairs first, okay?"

11's opening line was sarcastic. "[Just because you got beaten up doesn't mean you can talk business.]"

Song Tanhai is not worthy of sympathy. This gambling addict forced his son to sleep with him to pay off his huge debts.

Like all melodramatic stories, Xue Ci needs to use her body to pay off her creditors' debts.

He nervously said "Oh," but didn't go downstairs. Instead, he hid at a corner of the stairs, waiting for the debt collectors to leave.

The elevator stopped the instant the stairwell safety doors closed.

A tall man walked out.

The man wore a black suit, but he didn't appear dull or ascetic; his broad shoulders and subtly visible chest muscles gave him an aura of masculinity.

Two buttons on his shirt were casually undone, revealing deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and a cleanly defined jawline.

The leather shoes clattered on the tiles. Upon seeing the newcomer, Song Tanhai immediately begged for forgiveness, "President Fu, I really won't do it again! I was just confused for a moment, I'll fill the hole as soon as possible!"

Fu Yang ignored him.

His gaze swept around the room.

Song Tanhai's house is newly bought, and the interior decoration is a high-end minimalist style. The huge felt board against the TV wall looks out of place.

More than a dozen photos were pinned to it.

Fu Yang fell on one of the photos. The boy in the picture was smiling at the camera, his handsome face showing a hint of youthful innocence.

It was exactly the same face he had seen downstairs.

After a few seconds, Fu Yang looked away. The man's tone was indifferent, but his voice, like his face, carried a distinctly aggressive edge. "Uncle Song, you have to keep your word."

Song Tanhai, feeling apprehensive, said, "Don't worry! I promise! I just can't come up with that much cash right now, please give me a few more days."

Fu Yang certainly didn't believe he could come up with that money. However, Song Tanhai had worked for Fu Group for decades, so he still had to show some consideration.

He ordered the debt collectors to leave and stop their attack. Fu Yang walked to the TV wall, reached out, and snatched a photograph.

"Let's collect some interest first."

"Uncle Song, I'm waiting for your money."

After everyone left, Song Tanhai slumped to the ground.

When a creditor takes away photos of a family member, it's usually interpreted as blackmail, but Song Tanhai had other thoughts in that instant.

*

Xue Ci received a call from Song Tanhai an hour later. When she returned home, the furniture that had been lying in disarray had been put back in its original place.

Song Tanhai's face had been washed clean, leaving only some bruises.

"Xiao Ci, Dad wants to discuss something with you."

Sure enough, Song Tanhai said he was going to take him to a banquet over the weekend and asked him to help him get into bed with his creditor.

They just phrased it euphemistically, saying they were pretending to take some photos so they could have leverage over each other.

But given Fu Yang's personality, how could he let him off so easily? After being treated like a caged bird, he was also subjected to terrible torment.

"Dad's at his wit's end, Xiao Ci! Please, help me! Just take a few photos to keep as a record!"

Song Tanhai knew Fu Yang's character well; if he were framed for sleeping with someone, he would definitely become furious. However, the debt collectors would call him every few days to warn him.

He was completely desperate and had no choice but to take a gamble.

I bet Fu Yang will become interested in Song Xueci.

Xue Ci looked incredulous. "But I already have a boyfriend..."

Song Tanhai then used both soft and hard tactics, his reckless and crazy behavior exactly the same as in the original plot.

Xue Ci was frightened and didn't dare to argue with him anymore, so she agreed to the task as instructed.

He sent Jiang Shu a breakup text message, and the progress bar moved forward one step.

After that Jiang Shu called countless times, but Xue Ci ignored them all.

*

Saturday arrived quickly.

The banquet was the birthday party of a high-ranking member of the Fu Family. Xue Ci, dressed in a white shirt and trousers, was led to a suite by Song Tanhai.

"You wait here."

Xue Ci obediently, playing the role of an honest person being exploited by her family.

After waiting for about two hours, Song Tanhai returned, this time supporting someone.

That must be the creditor Fu Yang.

Xue Ci looked at the other person. The man's eyebrows and eyes were sharp, his neatly combed hair was slightly disheveled in front of his forehead, and he had broken eyebrows and thin lips. Even with his eyes closed, he still gave people a sense of unapproachability.

Xue Ci was terrified of this type of man. They were usually very strong and would suddenly grab him by the waist and lift him onto the table, getting very close to him, and would deliberately say strange things to provoke him.

He instinctively shrank back.

Fu Yang is nearly 1.9 meters tall and has a body full of solid muscles. Song Tanhai dragged him to the room with great difficulty after drugging and intoxicating him, and almost collapsed.

He threw the man onto the bed, took a few deep breaths, and was just about to take off Fu Yang's clothes when the phone rang.

Song Tanhai's expression changed, and he instructed Xue Ci: "Help him take off his clothes, take some intimate photos, and when he wakes up, pretend that he has bullied you and make a scene with him."

These words were extremely cruel, Xue Ci's face turned pale again and again, but the gambling addict didn't care about any of that. He just wanted his son to get into bed as soon as possible so that he could pay off his gambling debts.

The suite quickly quieted down.

The plot is progressing smoothly and has already reached 30%.

Xue Ci slowly moved onto the bed and glanced at the man.

He was unlucky, and so was the creditor who was framed in bed.

The other person had cold, sharp eyes and a particularly fierce face.

Xue Ci couldn't imagine what he would look like if he opened his eyes and scolded her.

His shoulders trembled slightly. "Sorry..."

"I didn't mean to..."

The soft, murmured words slipped into Fu Yang's ears like feathers.

No wonder Song Tanhai offered him red wine at the banquet. Fu Yang had thought that the gambling addict would use this as an excuse to kidnap him, but he never expected... that he would hire someone to sleep with him.

He used the move he hated and found most disgusting.

Fu Yang, of course, didn't drink anything offered to him by others; who knows what kind of condiments might be inside?

He wanted to expose Song Tanhai directly, but instead he overheard Song Tanhai on the phone. "Xiao Ci, Dad will be there in a bit, remember to open the door beforehand."

Song Xueci.

The name flashed through Fu Yang's mind.

Of course he knew Song Xueci. After all, she was the debtor's child, and he needed to investigate her thoroughly.

I never expected Song Tanhai would sacrifice his own son.

However, gamblers have no humanity, especially since this son is adopted.

Fu Yang was pretending to be completely unaware while lying on the suite bed, slightly raised his eyelids.

The innocent-looking young boy was staring at his body with a troubled expression.

Her face is much prettier than in the photos.

A watermark remained on her lips, making them plump and moist.

The upper part of the lip is small and slightly upturned.

It's perfect for holding in your mouth.

Song Xueci's gaze was indifferent, but Fu Yang was extremely irritated, as if he had been seen naked.

The next second.

His shirt and tie were untied.

The young boy had little experience with formal attire, and it took him quite a while just to loosen his tie, leaving him covered in a light sweat.

The rising heat enveloped him completely.

What perfume are you wearing?

Fu Yang disliked the smell of perfume, finding it pungent, but Song Xueci's scent was not unpleasant.

One button after another, the shirt buttons were undone.

Song Xueci's technique in undressing the man was extremely clumsy. The bed was too big, and Fu Yang was too heavy. After struggling for a while, afraid of waking him up before completing his task, he boldly climbed onto the bed.

He straddled Fu Yang, but only lightly touched him, without putting his entire weight on him.

With great effort, Xue Ci lifted the man's shoulders and back, finally taking off her shirt.

I was covered in sweat.

Her slender fingers were also rubbed red by the other person's muscles.

Her fair skin exuded a sweet fragrance.

Fu Yang felt his nasal cavity was blocked by this smell.

My blood was boiling, and my temples were throbbing.

He must really hate this kind of thing.

Physiological resistance.

Soon, those hands reached the belt.

Do I even have to take my pants off?

Fu Yang's body immediately stiffened.

From birth until now, no one has ever taken off his clothes and looked at his body like this.

This young boy looks innocent, but he's surprisingly bold.

The area below the belt is beyond Song Xueci's reach.

But Song Xueci straddled him, making it impossible for him to get up.

A crisp metallic sound rang out, and the loose suit trousers, after being slightly loosened, almost instantly bounced into the air.

Xue Ci was stunned.

He suddenly felt that the idea of using Fragment to alter the plot was absolutely correct.

Otherwise... as a canary in a gilded cage, he might develop megalophobia in the future.

Xue Ci awkwardly let go, intending to pull down her trousers, but her fingers accidentally touched something, and the man beneath her suddenly moved.

Are you awake?

Xue Ci was so frightened that she fell onto the other person.

It's so hot... and it feels so uncomfortable.

The little boy who climbed onto the bed was quite skilled; if it was just for taking a few photos, why did he take off his pants?

Or will they actually do those things?

Fu Yang despised those who climbed the social ladder through sexual favors and had absolutely no interest in sex.

But he's already unconscious, how is Song Xueci supposed to get into his bed?

Did she willingly sit on his lap?

Imagining that face on the verge of tears, that look of someone who clearly had no strength but still insisted on squeezing in, Fu Yang felt as if he had a high fever.

Their fingers are so soft, just bumping into their muscles would probably leave them red.

With such a narrow waist, can it even support all that?

Besides, how could he possibly tolerate such a thing?

I held my breath and concentrated, but my breathing became increasingly heavy and uncontrollable.

The man frowned and gritted his teeth.

... He must have been drugged.

Author's Note:

What did you put in the drink? Xiao Ci, I'm so hot! [doge emoji][doge emoji][doge emoji]