After Transmigrating into a Book, I Turned the Straight Bigshot Gay (BL) - Chapter 26.2

It wasn’t that Shizhou believed in “saving himself” for marriage; Han Yuqiu was just a front—a “gold-digger” he used to make his brother angry and give Yi Wuyi a reason to feel he owed him. He just hadn’t expected it to blow up so much later. Honestly, he’d almost forgotten what Han Yuqiu looked like.

Furthermore, he just hated Yi Wuyi—hated that he was never the first priority in Yi’s eyes. So, from any perspective, Yan Shizhou was not an experienced person. Even sitting on top, he didn’t know how to move; any movement hurt too much.

In the end, Yi Wuyi couldn’t stand the hesitant, lagging pace anymore. He pressed Shizhou’s body down against the bed.

Yan Shizhou’s eyes filled with physiological tears. He looked dizzily at the cigarette butt in the ashtray by the bed, which seemed to sway before him. The purple butt was stuck on the edge of the ashtray, twisted and struggling to regain its original shape.

Occasionally, realizing he was clutching Yi Wuyi’s hand, he would let go abruptly, his fingers turning pale as they gripped the pillow. Yi Wuyi made no sound, but Shizhou’s muffled moans and gasps were uncontrollable.

He still insisted on being toxic: “Dammit… you really aren’t disgusted at all…”

Regardless, Yi Wuyi went to work on time with scratch marks on his shoulders. Yan Shizhou stayed in bed all day and didn’t go to work. While lying there, he didn’t forget to transfer two million to the bar manager.

[Thank you, Third Young Master. Regarding Fifth Master, I promise to keep my mouth shut!]

Yan Shizhou put down his phone, satisfied.

“Mr. Yan!”

A pair of hands slammed onto the desk. Though not loud, the gust of wind made the papers nearby flutter. An assistant organizing files nearby jumped, looking at Xie Yunshen in horror. He knew Xie’s status was special, but since when did the Chairman of the Yan Group get his desk slammed?

“What is it?”

Accustomed to Xie Yunshen’s high-energy and solemn way of greeting, Yan Shiqi didn’t even look up from his desk.

“Old Five is going to the construction site the day after tomorrow. You know that, right?” To save Yi Wuyi’s life and prevent losses for the family, Xie Yunshen decided to solve the problem at its source.

“I’m the one who sent him.”

“Does he have to go?”

“Matters like this have always been handled by Old Five. He is very familiar with the contractors.”

“Well, don’t let him go.”

Yan Shiqi put down his pen and looked at him. “Why?”

“There’s danger. And not just for Old Five.”

“What kind of danger?”

“…Construction sites have many unavoidable dangers.”

Xie Yunshen felt a deep lack of vocabulary. Simply put, he was clumsy with words and didn’t know how to perfectly warn Yan Shiqi without causing suspicion.

Yan Shiqi asked, “Did you have another dream?”

It was like being offered a pillow when he was sleepy; Yan Shiqi was incredibly understanding. “It was so real it didn’t feel like a dream. An explosion happened at the site, Old Five was killed, and dozens of Yan family people died!”

Yan Shiqi actually laughed.

Xie Yunshen’s brows dropped. “…You don’t believe me?” Because he was so incredulous, his voice became soft and powerless. He thought that after all this time, Yan Shiqi fully trusted him. Even though he had many unexplainable points…

“I believe you,” Yan Shiqi said, returning to his work.

“Do you remember the gardener at Third Uncle’s house? I saw that in a dream too.”

“Yes.”

“Last time my dream came true, and now I dreamed of the site accident. Are you… still?”

Xie Yunshen shut his mouth. The assistant placed new files on the desk, explaining which company proposed which cooperation, while stealing glances at the soul-less Xie Yunshen. He marveled inwardly: When Mr. Yan works, the office is like the Palace of Hell—where does he get this patience and temper? Especially since there was a backlog of work these past few days.

Xie Yunshen sat opposite him, resting his head on the desk. His eyes followed Yan Shiqi’s pen as he signed several names. The pen tip was like a sword’s flash, flowing with sharp and chilling arcs on the snow-white paper.

Fine, be busy. Xie Yunshen gave up the struggle. He lay there like an ornament, head on the desk, not making a sound, just wearing Yan Shiqi down until he finished. He didn’t believe Yan Shiqi could ignore him when the insomnia hit at night.

The sound of rustling paper and the scratching of the pen transmitted through the solid wood desk to his nerves. Xie Yunshen felt like he was back in a high school classroom. He slowly closed his eyes. He had been busy all night yesterday and hadn’t slept.

Just a nap.

No! I am a Gold Medal Bodyguard!

Xie Yunshen bolted upright and opened his eyes. The desk was empty. The air conditioning was chilly.

“Mr. Yan!” He jumped up. The jacket on his shoulders slid to the chair. It was Yan Shiqi’s suit jacket.

Xie Yunshen opened the office door in frustration, screaming internally: Unforgivable! I actually fell asleep!

As soon as he opened the door, he bumped into a pair of familiar dark eyes. Yan Shiqi was in his shirtsleeves; the assistant was holding a stack of files, and Yi Wuyi was standing behind them.

“I fell asleep. Why didn’t you wake me?”

The assistant’s mind exploded: You fell asleep on the boss’s desk during work hours, the boss gave you his jacket and went to a meeting in just his shirt, and you’re blaming him for not waking you?

Yi Wuyi was used to it. Yan Shiqi didn’t think anything was wrong either. He walked behind his desk. “Go sleep in the back room. You’re so big; no one can move you once you’re asleep.”

“Hey, you underestimate Old Five then,” Xie Yunshen said proudly, leaning on Yi Wuyi’s shoulder.

“Old Five won’t do.”

“Why?” Xie Yunshen challenged.

Yan Shiqi glanced at the two of them. “I can’t accept that aesthetic.”

Yi Wuyi: “…”

Xie Yunshen: “…”

The assistant was completely numb. Am I dreaming? Since when did my boss act like this? He had been Yan Shiqi’s assistant for seven or eight years; Yan Shiqi had always been emotionally stable—stably serious and cold, a natural leader. Everyone around him had to adapt to his ruthless style and bear his imposing pressure.

But Xie Yunshen didn’t have to. He was completely immune. Such a natural gift was truly something one couldn’t help but envy.

Night, at the Yan estate.

“Mr. Yan!” Xie Yunshen pushed open the study door.

It was pitch black as usual. After adjusting, he saw Yan Shiqi sitting by the window, the curtains draping over his chair. This time, Xie didn’t turn on the light. He used the outside light to walk to Yan Shiqi’s side.

“What I said today—what do you actually think?”

“About what?” Yan Shiqi moved his hand from his forehead to the armrest.

“The construction site!”

Xie Yunshen really wanted to grab Yan Shiqi and shake him. The emperor isn’t worried, so why am I so anxious?

Yan Shiqi looked at him calmly. “Regarding the explosion you mentioned, I’ve already sent people to investigate. They didn’t find any suspicious points.”

Xie Yunshen froze. “When did you send them?”

“While you were asleep during the day.”

Such efficiency. Xie Yunshen sat beside him, stunned. Impossible. He remembered clearly that Old Five died in this plot point. Wait… could the mastermind behind this be Shangguan Hong? Since Shangguan Hong was still in their hands, the explosion plot might no longer exist.

“No, that’s not right. I’m still worried. Promise me, don’t let Old Five go to the site. If he dies, I won’t be able to handle it.” Xie Yunshen gripped Yan Shiqi’s shoulder.

Before Yan Shiqi could speak, Xie added, “Also, the explosion might happen in a few days.” As long as he gave enough warning, he believed Yan Shiqi would be prepared.

“I’m going out for a bit,” Xie said, preparing to leave.

“I have insomnia today.”

“Goodnight?”

They spoke at the same time. Xie Yunshen had already materialized at the door. Yan Shiqi remained silent in the dark.

“…”

Xie Yunshen’s heart ultimately softened. “I’ll go get the powerball.”