After Transmigrating into a Book, I Turned the Straight Bigshot Gay (BL) - Chapter 2

A pristine hospital ward surrounded him.

Xie Yunshen looked at the unfamiliar environment, the back of his head still throbbing with pain. As he closed his eyes, yesterday’s memories flooded back into his mind like a tidal wave. He couldn’t help but laugh at his own stupidity from the day before.

Who would actually believe in something as ridiculous as transmigrating into a book?

A bodyguard for the Yan family? Who set up this cosplay for him? Which of his colleagues was behind this prank? Was it his co-workers who loved drama, or his “vampire” boss…

Right, he had recently been so obsessed with reading novels that he’d declined their invitations a few times. These guys were definitely messing with him. How could he possibly be this “squishy”?

Xie Yunshen let out a scoff.

“You brat, did you knock your brain stupid?!” A familiar palm smacked him on the head.

Xie Yunshen clutched his head and opened his eyes. The white-haired old man was standing right there, holding a thermal lunch box.

The nurse nearby said in a panic, “The patient just got hurt and has a concussion. You can’t do that…”

The old man nodded quickly. “I’ll be careful, I’ll be careful.”

Xie Yunshen grabbed the stainless steel food container from him and caught another glimpse of his unfamiliar face. He checked the name on his wristband, and his lip twitched. No way. Did I really transmigrate?

After the initial shock passed, Xie Yunshen had to accept reality: he had transmigrated into the body of the Yan family’s useless bodyguard. And the explosive-tempered, “cruel” old man in front of him was the original owner’s grandfather.

“Grandpa?”

“Oi?”

“This is fake, right?” Xie Yunshen asked skeptically.

The old man snorted. “If we hadn’t done a DNA test before, I wouldn’t believe the Xie family had such a useless descendant either.”

“…”

“…”

“…Is Mr. Yan okay?”

“Mr. Yan is fine. You didn’t lose face for the Xie family this time.” The old man gave a smug smile.

Xie Yunshen was horrified: I really did transmigrate!

Toward evening, Xie Yunshen heard the old man’s voice at the ward door.

“Mr. Yan, why did you come in person?”

So this old guy actually knows how to speak politely.

“I came to see how Yunshen is doing,” another voice rang out. Judging by the steady tone and pace, the speaker was a man in his thirties—a high-ranking individual accustomed to a life of privilege.

Xie Yunshen’s heart skipped a beat. Is it the Mr. Yan I’m thinking of?

As expected of a family whose ancestors saved the master; even when a lowly bodyguard goes to the hospital, the master visits in person. The original novel mentioned that because Xie Yunshen’s father had risked his life to save the previous head of the Yan family, Xie Yunshen had been kept in this lucrative position with free food and drink despite having no talent.

He had forgotten that he had personally saved Yan Shiqi yesterday.

The door opened just as the sun was setting, and a man walked in, backlit by the evening glow. Grandpa shook him. “Yunshen, look, Mr. Yan is here to see you.” The old man was now putting on an act of being a kind and gentle elder.

Xie Yunshen pretended to have just woken up. He opened his eyes, fixed his gaze in mid-air, and then had to drop his line of sight by about ten centimeters to actually find the visitor’s figure.

He was instantly stunned.

Yan Shiqi was shorter than he had imagined.

Xie Yunshen drew an imaginary line from the top of Yan Shiqi’s head to the wall. Ding ding ding! Not even six tiles high. The tiles on the wall were 30cm each. That meant Yan Shiqi wasn’t even 180cm! At most, 176cm.

“175cm,” the man standing in the shadows spoke first.

Xie Yunshen realized too late: “…Oh.”

Was I that obvious?

“You brat, what are your eyes measuring?” Grandpa smacked him again, disappointed. Xie Yunshen predictably blocked the hit.

“It’s alright. The doctor said he has a concussion; it’s normal for his memory to be a bit scrambled,” Yan Shiqi said as he sat in the chair by the bed.

As he leaned his back against the chair, the twilight shadows flowed into the room, cutting across the bridge of his nose. His brow and bone structure gave him a very imposing air. The man who, in the original book, had bled out and died alone in his office was now sitting right in front of him. This sensory reality was something cold text could never replace.

Yan Shiqi didn’t seem bothered by Xie Yunshen’s scrutinizing gaze; he responded calmly to his eyes. “Thanks to you. Otherwise, the one lying in the hospital would be me.”

Xie Yunshen reached out with both hands and cupped the man’s face.

Beside them, Old Man Xie’s jaw nearly hit the floor.

Xie Yunshen found it miraculous. Though he was a bit different from what he had imagined, who could deny that this was indeed the Head of the Yan family from the book? This elegant, righteous face, the resolute gaze, and those lips pressed tight as if guarding a secret.

Xie Yunshen praised him inwardly. As expected of a legendary character…

“Aside from the height…”

Slap! Slap! Grandpa indignantly swatted his hands away.

“Mr. Yan! The nurse said his brain is broken!”

“I know,” Yan Shiqi said, raising a hand to signal it was fine.

A faint, minimal smile appeared—a warning of being offended. Xie Yunshen’s heart thumped.

At that moment, the crew-cut man entered and whispered to Yan Shiqi. Yan Shiqi rested his left hand on his knee. “No need to whisper. Just bring him in.”

Several men escorted a killer, stripped down to his underwear, from the hallway into the ward. Such a blatant display left Xie Yunshen in awe.

Thud! The assassin was forced to his knees. Though there were no signs of torture, his face was deathly pale. The crew-cut man produced the assassination weapon confiscated from the man’s arm. It didn’t quite look like a gun—it was just a thin barrel connected to a trigger-like switch on the finger.

Yan Shiqi took the object. “This is quite exquisite.”

The man closed his eyes, putting on an air of a martyr. “I have failed you. Kill me if you wish.”

The crew-cut man slapped him across the face, causing a tooth to fall out amidst a spray of blood. “Who sent you?”

The man remained unmoved. The crew-cut man then took out a type of iron ring and fitted it over the assassin’s index and middle fingers. Xie Yunshen knew what it was—a tool for snapping fingers.

“Fine! I’ll talk! It was… it was the Second Young Master who told me to do it.”

Xie Yunshen listened. Sure enough, just like in the novel, the killer pointed the finger at the second-in-line of the Yan family, Yan Shiqi’s younger brother—Yan Shiying.

Even without the confession, everyone suspected the Second Young Master was the mastermind. After all, with the old master dead, if Yan Shiqi died too, the second brother would be the primary benefactor. This confession practically sealed the second brother’s fate.

The crew-cut man grabbed the assassin’s hair. “You dare lie?”

“I wouldn’t dare! The Second Young Master helped with my daughter’s kidney transplant… I… I wanted to repay him.”

“Could it really be the Second Young Master?” The others looked grim.

Among the younger generation of the Yan family, both Yan Shiqi and Yan Shiying were outstanding, but for some reason, the second brother seemed to have no sense of belonging to the family—he even harbored a strange, inexplicable hatred. If this was truly his doing, the Yan family would inevitably fall into internal strife.

“Such an obvious scheme to sow discord. Don’t lose your composure,” Yan Shiqi said with a firm, dismissive smile.

“True, that is very likely.” Hearing Yan Shiqi say this, the others immediately felt their anxiety ease.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Sudden applause rang out in the ward. Everyone turned to look at Xie Yunshen on the bed. He was clapping sincerely, his eyes looking at Yan Shiqi through a “fanboy filter” as he said solemnly: “As expected of… you.”

Seeing everyone staring at him, Xie Yunshen’s clapping grew quieter.

He truly was the “Bigshot” ranked third in popularity in the whole book. As a reader with a God’s-eye view, Xie Yunshen knew it wasn’t the second brother, but Yan Shiqi, being right in the middle of the situation, had dismissed the possibility so decisively.

Moreover, as the person with the most to gain, Yan Shiqi could have used this chance to frame his brother for attempted murder and remove his biggest threat, but he didn’t.

Yan Shiqi was clearly taken aback. Hit by such a “straight ball” of admiration, he could only raise a hand to cover his forehead.

The group waited in silence for Xie Yunshen to finish clapping.

The crew-cut man looked at the assassin. “Indeed. If you really did this out of gratitude as you say, you would be a man of honor. How could a man of honor betray his benefactor so easily?”

Realizing the situation was irrevokable, the killer lowered his head in silent admission.

“So, who actually sent you?”

“I just took the money. All the information was traded over the phone. I don’t know who it was.”

“Sir, what should we do?” The crew-cut man looked at Yan Shiqi.

“Hand him over to the police.”

Seeing the man hesitate, Yan Shiqi added, “We are at a critical stage of the third bidding phase. The Yan Group cannot afford any scandals or mistakes right now.” He handed over the barrel as well. “This is evidence.”

“Yes, sir.”

Before leaving, the crew-cut man stopped by Xie Yunshen’s bed. He clearly appreciated today’s performance. “You’re not bad. I underestimated you before.”

Not bad? Xie Yunshen thought. Today’s performance was frankly embarrassing.

“I guess,” he replied dismissively.

He looked at his own powerless body. It felt as if twenty years of hard training had vanished in an instant. After the doctor gave some instructions, he was discharged.

On the way back, Xie Yunshen looked out the window and couldn’t help but ask: “Am I usually really that bad?”

“Yes,” Yan Shiqi answered so promptly there wasn’t even a gap for a reaction.

“…”

“However, your performance today was very heartening.” Yan Shiqi squeezed his shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

Xie Yunshen: This counts as heartening? If I train back to my previous strength, won’t I stun the entire book?