After Transmigrating into a Book, I Turned the Straight Bigshot Gay (BL) - Chapter 11

The helicopter’s searchlights illuminated the tunnel, making it as bright as day.

Yi Wuyi stepped into the tunnel, his long shadow stretching out before him. Before the confrontation between the two sides could even begin, the wail of sirens echoed in the night—a sound that was particularly intimidating.

The leader of the opposition, a man in a black hooded sweatshirt, made a hand gesture. The figures surrounding the Lincoln sedan immediately dispersed, climbing into various vehicles. Even the men Xie Yunshen had knocked unconscious were hoisted onto the truck.

Xie Yunshen wanted to intervene, but seeing no instruction from Yan Shiqi inside the car, he held his ground.

Before boarding the trailer, the man in the black hoodie pointedly walked past Xie Yunshen. Their gazes locked. Xie Yunshen noticed that as the man walked, his left foot turned inward while his right flared out—subtle, but a definitive trait of a top-tier close-quarters combat expert.

The man boarded the vehicle, and the convoy vanished from the tunnel. In an instant, the tunnel was empty, save for their black sedan. It was as if the terrifying ordeal had been nothing but a dream.

“Mr. Yan, are you alright?” Yi Wuyi strode forward. Seeing Yan Shiqi sitting safely in the car, his furrowed brows finally relaxed.

At that moment, the driver calmly stepped out to open the door for Yan Shiqi. Xie Yunshen couldn’t help but marvel; the Yan family truly was a place of “crouching tigers and hidden dragons.” Even the driver was a man of steel, showing no signs of weakness after such a scene.

Yan Shiqi stepped out, and the group transferred to the helicopter. Xie Yunshen looked down at the night scenery in silence.

Observing his uncharacteristic mood, Yan Shiqi remarked, “What’s wrong? Didn’t get enough of a fight?”

“Do you not trust me?” Xie Yunshen looked directly at Yan Shiqi.

Yan Shiqi hesitated—a rare occurrence—and frowned. “Do you mean because I didn’t tell you about Wuyi’s whereabouts?”

Beside them, Yi Wuyi watched with a racing heart, silently breaking into a cold sweat for Xie Yunshen. He prayed that Xie wouldn’t say anything foolish or overstep his bounds. In the Yan family, the Head’s every move and thought stood above all; no one had the right to question him.

“No,” Xie Yunshen sighed. “I just feel frustrated. As a ‘Great Bodyguard,’ I had to have the employer call for backup in the middle of a mission. Do you understand that feeling?”

Yan Shiqi was amused by his dead-serious, sorrowful aura, and a hint of interest flickered in his eyes. “I truly don’t.”

Xie Yunshen said solemnly, “Be that as it may, I fully support your methods. Nothing is more important than your safety! Moreover, I will work hard to become stronger.”

Each sentence was normal on its own, but together they sounded incredibly chuunibyou (cringey/immature). To anyone else, it was second-hand embarrassment, yet Xie Yunshen declared it with such a grave tone.

A snicker came from behind. Xie Yunshen turned to see the driver and Yi Wuyi looking away, struggling to suppress their laughter.

A visible smile played on Yan Shiqi’s face. “In every respect, you are already… extraordinary.”

The suppressed laughter in the back became even more demonic.

Xie Yunshen: “…” Was that a compliment or an insult? Feeling deeply defeated, he became even more depressed.

The second night after returning to the Yan residence, the butler told him that the gym he designed had been completed.

When Xie Yunshen touched the logo on the equipment, he couldn’t suppress his excitement. From texture to function, the equipment was top-tier: there was a professional combat ring and even a newly released smart data robot.

Since he hadn’t fought to his heart’s content in the tunnel, Xie Yunshen immediately dragged Yi Wuyi to be his sparring partner. It was late at night, and Yan Shiqi had already retired, so they weren’t needed on guard duty.

Drenched in sweat, the two sat beneath the ring.

“Follow me, I’ll show you something good,” Xie Yunshen rose and signaled Yi Wuyi to follow. The gym was massive; besides the equipment, Xie Yunshen had designed seven “little black rooms.”

He suddenly shoved Yi Wuyi into one of them. The sound of machinery whirring followed, along with Yi Wuyi’s shout: “Xie Yunshen!”

“Don’t thank me! Have fun!”

By the time Yi Wuyi emerged, he was on the verge of collapse. Xie Yunshen smiled. “Well? Was it fun?”

Now, Yi Wuyi felt that, in some ways, Xie Yunshen was more terrifying than Mr. Yan.

For several days, the two spent every spare moment in the gym. “Did you really teach yourself using online tutorials?” Yi Wuyi asked after seeing Xie Yunshen perform a high-difficulty combat move for the seventh time.

“Sigh, you don’t believe me either, do you?” Xie Yunshen knew he couldn’t hide it from him.

“I believe you!” Caught between the truth and supporting his brother, Yi Wuyi chose to betray his conscience.

“Eh?!” Xie Yunshen had already prepared an excuse; he didn’t expect Yi Wuyi to be so gullible. Deceiving someone so upright actually gave him a bit of a guilty conscience.

“Yi Wuyi.” A cold voice rang out in the night, particularly spine-chilling.

Yan Shizhou stood at the door, having likely watched them for a while. The relaxation on Yi Wuyi’s face vanished instantly. He turned and called out, “Third Young Master.”

Xie Yunshen realized that Yi Wuyi’s status in the Yan family was delicate. While both followed Yan Shiqi, Xie Yunshen was the descendant of a family benefactor and enjoyed special treatment. Yi Wuyi’s existence, however, was purely a subordinate relationship—to put it bluntly, he was a pawn raised for the Head. Yi Wuyi was loyal to the family and Yan Shiqi, and always showed respect to the Third Young Master.

Yan Shizhou, wearing a white and blue color-blocked shirt, had a cold smile on his face. He walked into the gym, his eyes fixed on Yi Wuyi. “Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost every time you see me?”

“Do you need something from me?” Yi Wuyi asked.

The cold smile on Yan Shizhou’s face vanished, replaced by an icy mask. “Come with me.”

Yi Wuyi began to take off his boxing gloves.

Xie Yunshen grabbed him and spoke to Yan Shizhou: “Third Young Master, look at the time. People need private space. Yi Wuyi isn’t a robot for your family.”

A contemptuous smirk curled Yan Shizhou’s lips. “Even if I make him sleep with me, is that any of your business?”

Xie Yunshen was speechless. “…That… is indeed not my business.” Yi Wuyi pressed Xie Yunshen’s arm, signaling him not to say more, and then followed Yan Shizhou out of the training room.

Xie Yunshen took a quick shower, changed, and skipped the elevator to sprint up to the third floor. Yan Shiqi’s room was there.

From the novel, Xie Yunshen knew Yan Shizhou was a bit of a “madman.” He viewed Yi Wuyi as an enemy, while Yi Wuyi was single-mindedly loyal to the Yans. As long as his life was spared, the “silent gourd” Yi Wuyi probably wouldn’t make a sound no matter how Yan Shizhou tormented him.

The only way to save Yi Wuyi was to find Yan Shiqi.

Two night-shift bodyguards—the same two he’d clashed with before—stood at the door. Amidst their startled cries, Xie Yunshen pushed the door open. Their horrified gazes followed him as he walked to the bed, flicked on the light, and yanked the deeply sleeping Yan Shiqi up to a 90-degree sitting position.

“Mr. Yan, Yan Shizhou took Yi Wuyi away!” He made sure to enunciate clearly to show the gravity of the situation.

Yan Shiqi didn’t open his eyes immediately; he just pressed his hand to his forehead. Xie Yunshen, however, grabbed his shoulders and began to shake him. “Old Third is a lunatic! Who knows how he’ll torment Yi Wuyi?”

The two bodyguards outside nearly lost their minds. Entering the Head’s room at night, dragging him out of sleep, shaking him, and calling the Third Young Master a lunatic… any one of those was a “death sentence.”

It was a little-known fact that the usually calm and calculated Yan Shiqi had suffered from insomnia for years. Insomniacs often have one major flaw: severe “morning wood” (waking) irritability. Rumor had it the previous security firm was fired because a guard, pestered by a client, let a phone call through to Yan Shiqi’s room during his nap.

Now, this reckless fellow had dragged the Bigshot out of bed and was shaking him violently. Even with a “life-saving medal,” Xie Yunshen was surely going to lose a layer of skin today.