After Transmigrating As The Second Male Lead In Qn Old-School Angsty Romance - Chapter 1

“Congratulations, congratulations!” “May you grow old together!” “The heir has gained a fine match!” …

The numbing effect of alcohol left Sun Zibai dizzy and disoriented. The noisy, unfamiliar voices buzzed in his ears.

The car accident, the collision, flames shooting into the sky, then a piercingly vivid red. Yet his body could not feel the slightest pain. Sun Zibai thought incoherently that it was lucky he had known he was going to die and had downed a bottle of alcohol in advance.

His body seemed to float up, even his thoughts becoming chaotic and drifting, until the heavy sensation of his body descended once more. All the noise and dazzling brightness returned to silence.

Sun Zibai opened his eyes with a splitting headache, only to unexpectedly meet a gaze surging with hatred. Then came the sight of a glaringly red wedding robe.

Had he run into a ghost?

Sun Zibai jolted. His hangover-clouded consciousness inexplicably cleared in an instant, and years of vigilance made him instinctively grasp the current situation as quickly as possible.

A dim, old-fashioned room. Flickering candlelight. A dazzling expanse of red. The festive red decorations everywhere made it easy to tell this was a bridal chamber. But the person standing before the bed wore a face full of hatred and was holding a pair of scissors, instantly dyeing the entire atmosphere with an eerie, terrifying feeling.

But if this person was a ghost, Sun Zibai could still clearly sense his extremely unsteady breathing, as well as the fear hidden behind the resentment in his eyes.

This “ghost” was afraid of him?

What was going on? Had he gained spiritual sight after death?

Sun Zibai’s brain briefly crashed. He clutched his head and sat up, his head aching.

The man by the bed, dressed in luxurious bright red wedding robes, quickly retreated several steps. Because the hem of his clothes was too long, he nearly tripped. He looked as if facing a great enemy, the hatred in his eyes growing even stronger, while the scissors in his hand were actually pressed against his own neck.

“Do not force me, heir.”

The man’s voice was trembling. He clearly hated Sun Zibai to the extreme, but he was also afraid of him.

Sun Zibai frowned. There was actually someone who used his own life to threaten others? Since he hated him so much, why not aim the scissors at the other person’s throat? Or stab him to death with one cut before he woke up? In any case, there was no one else in this room.

But at that moment, pieces of information and images rapidly forced their way into his swollen, dizzy mind. Sun Zibai immediately clutched his head in pain.

The Great Yao Kingdom… Sucheng… Pingnan Marquis Residence… tyrant… the heir’s wedding…

Physical and emotional torment… political schemes… angsty love… household intrigue… palace intrigue…

Sun Zibai felt as if his head were about to split open. The memories of a spoiled tyrant, along with a strange and absurd stream of information, were crazily pouring into his mind. Whether he accepted them or not, they were forcefully being stuffed into him. Only after a long while, when the pain finally eased, did Sun Zibai realize the severity of the situation.

He had died, yet had not completely died.

After dying in a car accident, his soul had transmigrated through time and space to an unfamiliar country called Great Yao, becoming the notorious spoiled tyrant known throughout Sucheng—the heir of the Pingnan Marquis, Sun Zibai.

This person was born into an honored family. His grandfather was the Pingnan Marquis, whose might shook the world. He commanded four hundred thousand troops of the Sun family army and had held his ground in Great Yao’s thirty-six southwestern commanderies for decades. Not only was he the guardian deity of Great Yao’s southwest region, he was also a powerful pillar who could intimidate the entire imperial court.

And the original owner was the Pingnan Marquis’s direct grandson. From this alone, one could see how noble his status was.

Sun Zibai had been pampered since childhood. Relying on the Pingnan Marquis Residence’s ability to cover the sky with one hand in Sucheng, he was arrogant, willful, and domineering. In all of Sucheng, no one dared to challenge him.

Today’s wedding was, in truth, an act of forcible seizure. Sun Zibai had taken a fancy at first sight to Qin Mo, a concubine-born son of the Qin family, the richest household in Sucheng. Afterward, he ignored Qin Mo’s refusal, used his power to pressure the Qin family, and resorted to every possible method to force Qin Mo. Only then had today’s wedding come to be.

Sun Zibai did not know how such an unbelievable thing had happened, because even more absurd information soon washed over his brain.

This was actually part of the plot of an old-school angsty romance novel.

A melodramatic angsty romance in which the protagonist gong and shou tormented each other endlessly. And the frail man before him, whom he had forced into marriage by any means necessary, was precisely the protagonist shou of this angsty romance novel—Qin Mo.

It was just… absurd.

At this moment, the frail Qin Mo was staring at Sun Zibai with a stubborn expression. Those cold, stunning eyes were filled entirely with hatred and disgust toward Sun Zibai.

The good news was that Sun Zibai had figured out the situation before him.

The bad news was that Sun Zibai was not the protagonist gong.

Sun Zibai rubbed his brow with a headache. There was a bit too much information, and his situation was a bit too terrible. He needed a moment.

In the novel, Qin Mo disguised himself and went out, only to encounter Xiao Yiyan, who had also hidden his identity. One was a concubine-born son of the richest Qin family who suffered bullying, while the other was the neglected eldest son of the great Xiao family of Sucheng. Through a twist of fate, the two concealed their identities from each other and came to know one another through their true selves, eventually falling in love.

Originally, if nothing unexpected had happened, the two would have become a pair of immortal lovers. But unexpectedly, Sun Zibai, this tyrant who could cover the sky with one hand, suddenly jumped out and interfered.

Sun Zibai, who bullied men and tyrannized women, accidentally saw Qin Mo and was immediately captivated by his astonishing beauty. From that moment on, the gears of an angsty entanglement began to turn.

Coercion and temptation, using power to pressure others, shameless pestering, forcible seizure—after all, a tyrant had no reason. He did whatever made him comfortable.

Thus, a calamity descended from the heavens. A pair of mandarin ducks was beaten apart. Heaven and earth collapsed. Qin Mo was forced to separate from the man he loved and marry Sun Zibai with hatred in his heart.

Right now was the wedding night. However, on this great day of joy, the original Sun Zibai had drunk too much and lost his life. Sun Zibai was now the owner of this body.

Sun Zibai fell silent.

Why did he feel that compared to this rotten mess, simply dying outright would have been cleaner?

This was the classic vicious male supporting character setup. Since ancient times, what good ending could a vicious supporting character ever have?

After marrying the protagonist shou, the original owner inserted himself between the two male leads, getting entangled with them as they tormented one another over and over. Yet the two male leads only loved each other more deeply—the more they suffered, the more they loved. Sun Zibai, however, walked step by step into the abyss. In the end, everyone abandoned him, everyone wanted to beat him, the marquis residence was destroyed, his family was ruined, his loved ones died, and he was reduced to a beggar…

What was laughable was that he never obtained Qin Mo even at the end. Instead, he watched helplessly as the two of them loved each other to death, and personally witnessed the entire marquis residence be destroyed because of him.

The old marquis, who had spent his life on the battlefield, was nailed to the pillar of shame by an imperial decree accusing him of treason. The entire marquis residence was confiscated and exiled. Some were beheaded, some hanged themselves. The whole marquis residence fell apart, and in the end, a great fire burned away all its former glory, including the old madam of the marquis residence and all of the marquis’s descendants. All of them were buried in the sea of flames.

As for the hundreds of thousands of Sun family soldiers who had followed the old marquis through life and death, they ultimately became a sword in Xiao Yiyan’s hand.

Sun Zibai, who bore the protagonist gong and shou’s blood-deep hatred, naturally did not die in the fire. The protagonist gong and shou wanted him to taste every suffering before dying miserably. And so, he witnessed all of it with his own eyes before being thrown into the mud. In one day, he fell from heaven into hell. After witnessing his relatives and clan be destroyed and die tragically, he became a crazed beggar. Anyone could spit on him. Even beggars would kick him a few times when they saw him. He even fought vicious dogs for food, never knowing whether he would survive the next day…

Until, in the end, because of half a spoiled steamed bun, he was beaten to death by several beggars in a foul-smelling ditch.

Sun Zibai: …

How should he put it? This beauty was not exactly a must-have.

But this vicious male supporting character’s ending truly was miserable.

Sun Zibai’s long silence caused a trace of doubt to flash through Qin Mo’s eyes. But the scissors pressed against his neck did not loosen in the slightest. How he wished this scumbag would simply sleep himself to death overnight. Unexpectedly, he had woken up in the middle of the night. Qin Mo knew his own situation, but if the heir intended to do anything to him, he would rather die than let him succeed.

Sun Zibai raised his head and met Qin Mo’s resolute gaze. He lifted a brow, and his hoarse voice immediately broke the deathly silence of the deep night.

“You and I have already bowed to Heaven and Earth. You are the wife this heir has properly married with matchmaker and ceremony. Yet now you are acting like some chaste and virtuous man. What is this supposed to mean?”

The moment Sun Zibai opened his mouth, he sounded vile. The words he spoke stabbed straight into Qin Mo’s heart.

The expression on Qin Mo’s face immediately stiffened. He gritted his teeth, and the fingers gripping the scissors unconsciously tightened even more.

“Does the heir truly not know how you and I came to be married?”

His hatred was undisguised, caught between every word.

How could he not hate him? He and that person had clearly already privately pledged themselves to each other for life. He had clearly already thought of the best plan, one that would certainly make his father agree to his marriage with that person. Yet before any of it could be carried out, the person before him had stepped in.

Everything was thrown into chaos. He and that person were finished too.

Sun Zibai merely sneered, the smile on his face openly mocking.

“What should I know? Was it not Boss Qin who personally delivered you before this heir?”

“And you as well. This heir did not rob or steal. You agreed to marry me yourself.”

Qin Mo’s body trembled slightly, the hatred in his eyes deepening.

“If the heir had not used your power to oppress others, how could Father have done such a thing? If the heir had not used the Life-Extending Pill to threaten me, how could I be standing here?”

When he thought of his father’s humble, servile appearance, Qin Mo felt only hatred. As for the Life-Extending Pill, it was a miraculous medicine he had searched for many years without ever obtaining. His dad’s body was declining day by day. He had no other choice.

Sun Zibai chuckled softly.

“Then you are being a bit unreasonable. This heir is the heir of the Pingnan Marquis. I was born the direct grandson of the Pingnan Marquis. Therefore, there is no need for this heir to oppress others with power. That power is already there. As for your father, without this heir needing to do anything, he made his choice. So the one you should blame is not this heir, but your father, who curries favor with the powerful and fears authority.”

Sun Zibai was not twisting logic. He was stating facts. After Qin Mo’s father learned that he had taken a fancy to his son, he had been so delighted that he nearly wanted to kowtow three times before his ancestors to thank them for such a tremendous blessing falling upon the Qin family.

“As for you, the Life-Extending Pill was found by this heir. That means it belongs to this heir. Since you wanted it, naturally you had to pay a price. You accepted this heir’s Life-Extending Pill, yet you did not want to marry. Where in the world is there such a cheap deal?”

“The fact that this heir could find the Life-Extending Pill is this heir’s ability. As for you, you searched for many years and still failed to find it. That can only be blamed on your own incompetence. So what right do you have to question this heir with such an expression?”

Sun Zibai was not being unreasonable. The original owner was certainly scum and certainly hateful, but he had not been that utterly evil at the beginning. Everything he had just said was fact. On the contrary, the person before him seemed somewhat hypocritical, wanting to have it both ways.

Sure enough, Sun Zibai’s questioning made Qin Mo’s face grow paler and paler, until his body seemed about to collapse.

The heir’s love at first sight was something Qin Mo had not expected. For his sake, the heir had even been willing to give up countless beauties. Every day, he sent gifts to the Qin residence in different ways to please him. Sun Zibai had even ignored the objections of the old madam of the marquis residence and his own mother, overcoming every difficulty at any cost to marry Qin Mo into the household. Although Qin Mo had the body of a man, Sun Zibai had still granted him the title of the heir’s official wife. With Sun Zibai’s noble status, and with Qin Mo being merely the lowly concubine-born son of a merchant family, this was enough to show the depth of the heir’s feelings for him. It was simply absurd.

But Qin Mo did not like him. He loved someone else. Thus, everything Sun Zibai did became evil. Every action of his made Qin Mo disgusted and repulsed.

If not for his dad, and if not because he feared that person would be harmed by the heir, Qin Mo would never have agreed.

The heir’s power and status were the source of Father’s coercion, and the Life-Extending Pill he took out was the bargaining chip that forced Qin Mo to bow his head. How was this not vile? How was this not despicable and shameless?

Yet now, this person was instead saying it had been his own choice. Qin Mo had never imagined that Sun Zibai would lay such bloody and humiliating facts out before him.

“You are shameless!”

The frail, beautiful man’s lips trembled, and after a long while, he finally squeezed out those three words.

Just as Qin Mo was swaying unsteadily, a burst of commotion suddenly came from the quiet night. Immediately afterward came the sound of weapons clashing.

Sun Zibai’s brows knitted together, and he sharply looked toward the window. The plot from the original novel quickly surfaced in his mind.

On the night of the heir’s wedding, Xiao Yiyan broke into the marquis residence…

Tsk.

As for Qin Mo, his face went bloodless in that instant, his thin body on the verge of collapse.

He had come.

It had to be him.