After Transmigrating into a Book, I Turned the Straight Bigshot Gay (BL) - Chapter 12

Yan Shiqi opened his eyes and looked at the dead-serious Xie Yunshen in front of him.

The two bodyguards looked as if they had been struck by lightning at the same time. “Mr. Yan, our apologies. We’ll kick him out right now.”

Yan Shiqi said, “You two, get out.”

The two bodyguards: “???”

“…Understood.”

As they left the room, they stole another glance at Xie Yunshen.

“Phone,” Yan Shiqi said.

Xie Yunshen immediately understood and handed him the phone from the nightstand. Yan Shiqi dialed Yan Shizhou’s number, but it showed the phone was turned off.

Xie Yunshen said in a heavy voice, “Old Five hasn’t been dismembered by now, has he?”

Yan Shiqi replied, “Yan Shizhou would need to have the stomach for it.”

He didn’t say Yan Shizhou needed the ability, but rather the stomach.

Xie Yunshen’s heart tightened. Does that mean if Yan Shizhou actually wanted to kill him, Yi Wuyi would just stay still and let him do it?

Yan Shiqi dialed another number. “Find out where the Third Young Master is right now. I want an answer immediately.”

As soon as he hung up, Xie Yunshen pressed his hands on Yan Shiqi’s shoulders. “Honestly, aren’t you curious?”

Looking at that slightly excited glint in Xie’s eyes, one couldn’t help but doubt his motives. Was he trying to save Yi Wuyi, or was he just there to enjoy the drama?

Xie Yunshen was, of course, sincerely trying to save Yi Wuyi, but he also wanted to know if Yi Wuyi was actually putting up a fight.

“Curious about what?”

A spark of wisdom flashed in Xie Yunshen’s eyes. “Do you read novels? The hidden ‘Easter eggs’ in stories are always more exciting than the main plot. Don’t you want to see the drama of love, hate, and revenge?”

Novels…

Yan Shiqi rubbed his temples, finding the situation too absurd to handle, and let out a small chuckle.

The omnipotent butler entered at that moment. His duty was to help Yan Shiqi change into outdoor clothes and tidy his hair. Xie Yunshen waited at the door. During this time, the two bodyguards kept looking at him with meaningful expressions.

Xie Yunshen thought to himself: All the guards from that security firm are a bit mental.

Yan Shiqi stepped out of the room with a brief explanation: “They are at the docks.”

The two took the elevator from the corridor to the garage. Yan Shiqi walked very fast. Xie Yunshen followed behind, sensing from the Bigshot’s cold, killing aura that Yi Wuyi really was in a bit of danger.

Old Five, don’t you dare be a fool and just let yourself be slaughtered.

The car drove swiftly and smoothly toward the Yan family port. Wherever Yan Shiqi went, there was always someone waiting. A middle-aged man approached from a distance. “Mr. Yan, you’ve arrived.”

“Where is Yan Shizhou?”

“The Third Young Master drove his yacht out twenty minutes ago. The GPS shows he is two kilometers offshore.”

Before Yan Shiqi could speak, a subordinate chimed in: “Mr. Yan, a speedboat is ready. We can chase them at any time.”

After traveling on the water for a short while, they spotted a bright light in the dark sea—a three-story flybridge yacht. That was Yan Shizhou’s private vessel.

Ten minutes earlier.

On the second-deck bridge of the yacht, Yan Shizhou sat on a sofa while two men pinned Yi Wuyi down.

“Young Master Shizhou, you don’t need people to hold me. I won’t resist,” Yi Wuyi said.

Yan Shizhou pulled a cigarette from his case, his face cold. “How did you do it?”

Yi Wuyi raised his eyes. “What are you referring to, Third Young Master?”

“Han Yuqiu… I just want to know how he died.”

“…”

On this subject, Yi Wuyi remained as silent as ever.

“Can’t you say something? No matter how much Han Yuqiu deserved to die…” Yan Shizhou leaned in, looking at Yi Wuyi’s dark eyes, his straight nose, and the shallow furrow between his brows when he frowned.

As he stared, the scene seemed to freeze. Damn it, he’s actually handsome.

The two subordinates behind him hesitantly reminded him: “Thi… Third Young Master?”

Yan Shizhou snapped back to reality. “Where was I?”

“You said, ‘No matter how much Han Yuqiu deserved to die…’”

Yan Shizhou frowned and took a drag of his cigarette. “Forget it.” He’d forgotten the rest of his lines.

Yi Wuyi finally spoke: “Any factor unfavorable to the Yan family must be eliminated.”

“No wonder. Brother having such a loyal subordinate is truly enviable.” Yan Shizhou walked to the railing, looking at the black water. “I heard he was thrown into the sea. Is that right?”

Yi Wuyi remained silent.

The last of Yan Shizhou’s patience evaporated. He grabbed a rope tied to the railing and threw it on the ground. “Tie him up.”

The two men looked at each other; neither dared to move.

“I said tie him up!”

“Young Master, we…”

Yi Wuyi said, “Listen to him.”

Only when Yi Wuyi spoke did the two slowly pick up the rope.

“Dammit!” Yan Shizhou gritted his teeth, cursed, and crushed his cigarette in his palm. He grabbed the rope himself and wrapped it several times around Yi Wuyi’s wrists. However, tying knots was a technical skill. The most strenuous physical labor the Third Young Master had ever done was probably the “grabbing test” on a carpet when he was a baby.

Clumsily, he ended up tying two awkward dead knots on Yi Wuyi’s wrists. Hmph, his hands are still so good-looking.

“Tell me what his last words were!” he whispered into Yi Wuyi’s ear, his voice tight. “Just tell me, and I won’t make things hard for you.”

A trace of desolation crossed Yi Wuyi’s brow, his lips pressed thin. After a long time, he looked at him. “I can’t say. You can do whatever you want to me, Young Master. I truly don’t care.”

Yan Shizhou said, “If I sink you into the sea, do you not care about that either?”

“I don’t.”

Yan Shizhou lowered his head and covered his face. “Throw him over.”

As soon as he said it, a loud Plash! came from the water.

Yan Shizhou whirled around. “Where is he?!”

The two subordinates were baffled. “Didn’t you say to throw Fifth Bro over?”

“I say it and you just do it? Are you both pig-brained?”

The two subordinates hurriedly began winching the rope back up, feeling aggrieved: Fifth Bro also said to listen to you, how would we dare disobey?

“Old Five!” Xie Yunshen’s eyesight was the best; he saw Yi Wuyi being pulled up from the speedboat.

Yi Wuyi’s hands were tied, and he had been submerged up to his chest in the seawater, with the other end of the rope tied to the deck railing. Xie Yunshen boarded the yacht, grabbed the rope, and helped pull Yi Wuyi up before untying the knots.

“How are you?”

Yi Wuyi’s hair and clothes were soaked, but his expression was incredibly calm. “It’s actually nothing.”

Xie Yunshen frowned. “This is ‘nothing’ to you?!” He took off his own jacket and draped it over Yi Wuyi. “Look, wearing someone else’s jacket is a bit ‘soft,’ but if you die from a cold or pneumonia, where am I going to find such a perfect work partner?”

Yi Wuyi smiled.

Yan Shizhou stood there, watching the interaction between the soaked Yi Wuyi and Xie Yunshen, his face darkening. He looked at Yan Shiqi. “For such a small matter, even Eldest Brother came. According to the family rules, you can punish me however you want. I accept it all.”

The Yan family rules were strict. When the old patriarch was alive, Yan Shiqi and the second brother, Yan Shiying, had both suffered severe punishments. Only Yan Shizhou was pampered and knew how to please the old man; even when he did wrong, his punishment was usually just a painless “meditation behind closed doors.”

Yan Shiqi said, “I won’t punish you. You are an adult. Take responsibility for your own actions.”

“…” Yan Shizhou watched Yi Wuyi wearing Xie Yunshen’s jacket and felt like rolling his eyes.

By the time they returned to the manor, it was 2:00 AM.

“Goodnight.”

At the stairs, Xie Yunshen turned to leave, looking as if he had made a firm decision, but was called back by Yan Shiqi: “Come here.”

“Come… where?” Xie Yunshen stopped in his tracks, not daring to turn around. Please don’t let it be ‘that matter.’

“It’s exactly that matter,” Yan Shiqi said, as if hearing his inner thoughts.