After Transmigrating into a Book, I Turned the Straight Bigshot Gay (BL) - Chapter 1

“The ‘Bigshot’ we agreed upon… died just like that?!”

Xie Yunshen tilted back his aching neck and placed the open book over his face.

Sunlight filtered through the cream-colored paper, and his breath fogged against page 207. The plot was currently describing the death of Yan Shiqi. The scent of ink from the printed characters lingered at the tip of Xie Yunshen’s nose.

【Yan Shiqi died the day before the Five-Color Conference. It was the height of summer, and the weather was sweltering. By the time he was discovered, his body had already begun to omit an odor.】

【Blood escaped and spilled from his body like a broken wine bottle. His clean, dignified face lost its last trace of color as the light in his eyes was swallowed by the God of Death…】

【The once-glorious Yan family collapsed entirely following Yan Shiqi’s death…】

Xie Yunshen re-read the passage, feeling a sense of futile confusion and oppression fill his heart.

What annoyed him most was that Yan Shiqi’s bodyguard in the novel shared his exact name. When Yan Shiqi died, that fellow was actually just standing there dazed!

Xie Yunshen felt increasingly drowsy. His eyelids grew heavy, and in his dreams, he saw the scene of Yan Shiqi’s death.

“You brat, get up!” A palm was about to smack down on his head.

Xie Yunshen snapped awake. He grabbed the person’s wrist and swung an uppercut aimed straight for the chin. However, the moment he saw the head of white hair in front of him, he forced himself to stop.

“You actually want to hit me?” The old man gasped, shocked. Knock! Knock! Knock! He delivered several sharp raps to Xie Yunshen’s head.

“Stop, stop, stop!! Stop! Who are you?” Xie Yunshen shielded his head and flipped backward to create distance.

The old man froze for a second. “You brat! You’re actually agile today. The butler said you haven’t been on duty for days!”

“?”

“Mr. Yan has just become the Head of the Family; he needs people by his side right now. How do you have the face to be here sleeping your life away?!”

Before Xie Yunshen could ask a question, the old man shoved him into the bathroom.

“Take a shower and get to work!” Then, a suit uniform was thrown over his head.

Xie Yunshen looked at the unfamiliar face in the mirror and frowned. The face wasn’t his, and this body—devoid of any explosive power—wasn’t his original body either. He fumbled with the uniform and saw the name [Xie Yunshen] embroidered on the cuff.

What was going on?

At that moment, the old man began pounding frantically on the bathroom door. “Hurry up! Don’t you dare stall!”

Does this old guy have intermittent explosive disorder? Xie Yunshen thought. He quickly showered and threw on the suit. Before he could even finish tying his tie, the old man yanked him out of the bathroom with a loud Clang!

“Hey, where are we going?”

“Mr. Yan is going to the port today. You brat, you’re going with him.” The old man gripped his tie like he was leading a horse, dragging him along at lightning speed.

Xie Yunshen was convinced he was dreaming. What? What ‘Mr. Yan’?

His gaze swept quickly over the marble-paved open corridors. The shadows cast by the wall lamps receded one by one. The eyes of the saints in the murals watched him solemnly. The cool air from the ceiling vents brought a slight chill.

It was a strictly organized and noble mansion.

Finally, the old man stopped in front of an elegant fan-shaped door. Xie Yunshen was panting. It made no sense—why was he so tired after such a short run?

“Do your job well today. No backing out. I’m leaving!” The old man slapped his back.

Two bodyguards in black stood on either side of the door. Seeing Xie Yunshen, they looked at him with sideways glances full of disdain.

“Just our luck. We have to carry a dead weight on shift today.”

“Just accept it, brother. Who told his ancestors to be heroes of the Yan family?”

Xie Yunshen didn’t hear their sarcasm. He stood before the door, brow furrowed. Through the diamond-patterned frosted glass, he could vaguely see a figure sitting on a black sofa. The person had his head lowered, his left hand covering the upper half of his face, with sunlight spilling over his shoulder.

It was a lonely figure that struck his heart instantly.

The words from the novel suddenly swirled in his mind. The printed characters became three-dimensional and alive, forming the flesh-and-blood body behind that glass door.

The bodyguard beside him gave a fake smile. “Xie Yunshen, since your ‘bodyguard’ position is just a title anyway, there’s no need to join the crowd…”

The other bodyguard pulled him away directly. “Exactly. You might as well go back to sleep…”

The words were thick with mockery.

Just then, the door opened. Several subordinates swarmed out, surrounding the man from the room. Xie Yunshen tried to follow, but a bodyguard reached out to grab his shoulder.

With a reflexive rear elbow strike, Xie Yunshen sent the man stumbling back with a gushing nosebleed.

Xie Yunshen moved his arm, stunned. The sensation of hitting someone in this dream is this vivid?

Too bad he couldn’t exert full power in the dream, or it wouldn’t have been as simple as a nosebleed.

In that brief moment, the Yan family members had already escorted the Head down the curved staircase and out the door. By the time Xie Yunshen ran outside, the door of the lead car had already closed.

“Mr. Yan!” he blurted out.

The car actually came to a stop. A man with a crew cut wearing a black shirt opened the door and stood by the car. “Mr. Xie, Mr. Yan said that if you need anything, you may speak directly to the butler.”

Xie Yunshen frowned. What does that mean?

The man finished speaking, closed the door, and the fleet of cars drove out of the Yan estate together. Xie Yunshen could tell that the crew-cut man was a highly skilled martial artist.

Wait… was he really dreaming?

Xie Yunshen looked up at the sun. The weather was sweltering. When he had fallen asleep yesterday, it was clearly early spring. A hot breeze drifted through his fingers; he could smell the dry scent of sun-baked leaves and feel the fine mist from the nearby fountain on the back of his hand.

Would a dream have such detailed senses of smell and touch?

“Mr. Yan has just become the Head… he needs people…”

“Mr. Yan is going to the port…”

The white-haired old man’s words echoed in his head. The book said that after the old Master Yan died and Yan Shiqi took over, he was shot at the port in less than a month. Although he narrowly avoided vital organs, he nearly died on the operating table.

Is it happening now?

Xie Yunshen ran to the roadside and hailed a taxi. “Do you know the Yan family’s port?”

The veteran driver chuckled. “Look at you. In this territory, is there any other private port besides the Yan family’s?”

The driver whistled a jaunty tune. Outside the window, unfamiliar skyscrapers flashed by, and the radio broadcasted news about unknown engineering projects. As they got closer, Xie Yunshen felt a surge of mission-driven tension.

In the book, the ambush at the port was only mentioned in passing through the male lead’s dialogue. But because Yan Shiqi was hospitalized, the Yan family fell into chaos. All the top experts were at the hospital, allowing the male lead to sneak into the Yan residence at night and steal a vital document, which triggered a series of future problems.

The port was massive. Half an hour later, Xie Yunshen finally spotted the figure he was looking for on the open deck of a moored transport ship.

The bodyguards behind him were alert, but there were significant gaps in their defensive perimeter. As for the crew-cut man, while he was a fighter, he clearly wasn’t a professional bodyguard; he was standing on the left side, which had a massive blind spot. If a killer fired a cold shot now, it would be all too easy.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Xie Yunshen boarded the deck. A subordinate wearing glasses saw him and said snidely, “Oh? Instead of staying at the Yan house to enjoy your life, what are you doing here?”

Xie Yunshen heard the sheer malice in his voice. “Don’t like seeing me? If you don’t like it, go die then.”

The other man was rendered speechless.

Xie Yunshen walked onto the deck, mentally gauging potential hiding spots for an assassin while observing the surroundings with meticulous detail. Finally, behind a pipe of the conveyor system, he spotted the faint glint of cold metal.

It was dark and muffled. In such a cluttered environment, an ordinary person really wouldn’t have noticed that tiny detail. The barrel was already angled and aimed directly at Yan Shiqi’s back.

“Move!” Xie Yunshen shoved the eyesores aside and lunged forward like a streak of lightning, tackling Yan Shiqi to the ground.

A searing bullet grazed the back of his head. His scalp felt scorched, like a freshly peeled hot sweet potato.

What’s wrong with this body? It’s as heavy and clumsy as a winter melon…

According to his experience, he should have tackled Yan Shiqi a full second before the shot. But just now, his speed was a full 0.5 seconds too slow!

He felt the person beneath him turn around to look at him in shock. But Xie Yunshen’s head was swimming; his vision was blurring.

The assassin was already running toward the ship’s railing, preparing to jump into the sea. “Don’t let him get away!” someone shouted.

Seeing that Yan Shiqi was safe, the subordinates on the deck focused their energy on the killer. The crew-cut expert caught the assassin in a single move and dragged him back.

Xie Yunshen sat up and touched his scalp. The area where the bullet had grazed him was wet. He looked at his hand—it was covered in blood.

No way… why is my vision fading? Why am I so dizzy?

Am I really going to faint just like this?

This was a “Gold Medal Bodyguard” who had once fought alone through seas of corpses, performed stunts from helicopters, driven cars off cliffs in free-fall mode, and pulled off extreme escapes outside a lecherous employer’s palace. And now he was going to pass out because of a head graze?!!

Xie Yunshen comforted himself: I guess I just became ‘squishy’ in this dream.

Then, with a sharp ringing in his ears, the world went black.