After Transmigrating into a Book, I Turned the Straight Bigshot Gay (BL) - Chapter 4

In less than five minutes, the doctor arrived at the living room.

Xie Yunshen had many small cuts on his arms, and two deeper wounds still had glass shards that needed to be extracted.

The butler stood nearby and remarked, “Little Xie, when did you learn such incredible martial arts?”

“Self-taught. Aren’t there plenty of those martial arts tutorials online nowadays?” He had prepared this excuse long ago.

“Self-taught?” The doctor was the first to express doubt, though he continued to pick out glass shards mixed with mangled flesh and drop them into a biohazard bag.

“He’s a good lad after all.” The butler nodded with relief. “You asked me to set up that training room for you; I’ve already told them to rush it. I’m having them knock through the wall to the empty room next door to make the space larger. What do you think?”

Xie Yunshen couldn’t help but admire the man. “That’s wonderful. No wonder you’re the head butler.”

The butler patted his shoulder, satisfied. “Good lad, good lad.”

After being disinfected, medicated, and bandaged, Xie Yunshen finally returned to his room. Upon entering, he saw his grandfather standing before the memorial portrait of his father.

Xie Yunshen stepped forward and lit a stick of incense. The old man immediately burst into tears.

“Grandpa, are your eyes water faucets? You just turn them on whenever you want!” Xie Yunshen said, exasperated.

“You’ve finally shown some promise… I’m just so happy, so happy…” The grumpy old man gave him a light rap on the head while wiping his eyes.

“…”

While brushing his teeth, Xie Yunshen thought back to the way Yan Shiqi had frowned earlier. It was actually a bit funny. Even if they were both straight men, he was clearly the one who had gotten the short end of the stick—after all, that was his first kiss in two lifetimes.

As for Yan Shiqi…

Based on his past knowledge of wealthy employers, a family head like Yan Shiqi might not have “seen countless people,” but he would at least have a regular bed partner to relieve his loneliness. His “first night” was likely long gone, let alone his first kiss.

Xie Yunshen scratched his head, accidentally poking the unhealed wound on the back of his skull. The most important thing right now is to improve my strength.

The next morning, Xie Yunshen completed his workout as usual. After showering and eating breakfast, he reported to the dining room.

The bodyguard on duty looked quite surprised to see him. Today, Xie Yunshen had arrived ten minutes early for his shift.

Xie Yunshen gathered that the bodyguards around Yan Shiqi were divided into two groups: experts trained by the Yan family itself (like the crew-cut guy and the one on duty today) and those from professional security firms (like the two annoying guys from his first day). Xie Yunshen was the most “free” (lazy), “relaxed” (useless) one among them.

He watched the Bigshot sit at the dining table.

The breakfast was simple: a glass of black soy milk, a plate of vegetable pasta, fruit, and a few dishes of light Southern-style dim sum. The morning sun hit the fruit, making it look crystal clear and lush. He heard these were hand-picked and transported from the Yan family’s private farm.

However, the Bigshot showed no desire for the food. He chewed and swallowed mechanically, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he finished his meal like he was performing a mandatory chore.

In three minutes, breakfast was over. Yan Shiqi wiped the corners of his mouth and left the dining room. Xie Yunshen followed behind him.

Just as they were about to get in the car, Yan Shiqi glanced at him. “You’re working today too?”

“Do I… usually not work?” Xie Yunshen asked, 70% shocked and 30% testing the waters.

Yan Shiqi chuckled. “Have you lost your memory again?”

He feels like a completely different person when he smiles, Xie Yunshen thought.

“Aren’t you injured? Rest for a couple more days,” Yan Shiqi said as he sat in the car.

“No, no need.” Xie Yunshen followed him into the vehicle.

In the driver’s seat, the crew-cut man looked startled to see Xie Yunshen sitting right next to Yan Shiqi. Xie Yunshen gave him a “What’s wrong?” look. The crew-cut man “read” the look but didn’t reply, simply turning back to the road.

Yan Shiqi remained expressionless.

When they reached their destination, Xie Yunshen caught up to the crew-cut man and whispered, “What did I do wrong just now?”

“Why did you sit directly next to Mr. Yan?”

“What’s the problem with that?”

In his past life, employers who valued their lives practically wanted to use Super Glue to stick him to their side. Besides, that was a perfectly safe distance.

“Mr. Yan really dislikes people getting too close to him.”

“No wonder…”

“But you’re different now. You’re a hero of the Yan family!”

The crew-cut man patted him on the back so hard he nearly sent him flying. His attitude was completely different from the cold persona he had when Xie Yunshen first transmigrated.

“Also, did you hit your head so hard you forgot my name?”

Xie Yunshen: “Let’s get re-acquainted?”

“I’m not ‘Crew-cut Bro.’ My name is Yi Wuyi.”

“You’re Yi Wuyi?” Xie Yunshen looked at him in surprise.

Yi Wuyi—the expert in the novel who was fiercely loyal to Yan Shiqi but met a premature, tragic end. In the original book, his nickname was “151.” Xie Yunshen had always assumed he was a nimble, monkey-like fighter who was 151cm tall…

But now… Xie Yunshen looked at this 180cm-plus handsome guy with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Handsome, did you take the wrong script?

If he remembered correctly, the first step of the villain’s plan to destroy the Yan family was to manufacture accidents to pick off Yan Shiqi’s capable subordinates and martial arts experts. The despicable and cruel methods used still made readers shudder. Yi Wuyi was among the victims.

How am I going to warn him when the time comes?

The Yan Group was one of the five major families in the Southern Province, with business interests spanning pharmaceuticals, electronics, real estate, and online entertainment. Previously, the family had been led by Yan Shiqi’s grandfather. A month ago, on his deathbed, the elder Yan had publicly designated Yan Shiqi as the new head of the family. The news had dominated the media for two weeks.

Now, not only were the villains watching, but the other four families were also eyeing them like predators. Within the Yan family, there were also many internal conflicts among the siblings. In the later stages of the book, Yan Shiqi was almost entirely isolated and without help.

Xie Yunshen watched the figure walking into the Yan Group building.

Whatever happens, I hope you aren’t fighting alone this time.

Upon arriving at the office, Yan Shiqi glanced at the neighboring office. “Is Yan Shizhou not at work yet?”

An assistant nearby said, “Manager Shizhou took the day off yesterday.”

Hearing that name, Xie Yunshen knew the drama was about to start.

“Didn’t I say his leave needs my personal approval?” Yan Shiqi’s voice was cold.

The assistants and secretaries held their breath, trying to be invisible. They were miserable: You haven’t been in the office for days; who could possibly control that young master?

“Go find Yan Shizhou,” Yan Shiqi said, looking at Yi Wuyi. “Find him, but don’t alert him yet. See who he is with. I don’t want to see him hanging around with men anymore.”

“…I understand.” Yi Wuyi’s answer was firm, but his eyes were heavy.

Yan Shiqi sat behind his desk, seemingly restless. The papers he flipped through cut through the air like sharp blades, making a heart-stopping sound.

Xie Yunshen thought: As expected, no matter who you are, your resentment levels skyrocket once you start work. Even Bigshots aren’t exempt.

The secretary stood by the desk, alert, but she couldn’t help stealing glances at Xie Yunshen. She wasn’t to blame for being distracted.

Xie Yunshen had walked in, scanned the office twice, and then walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows to calculate something. He then pulled the motorized curtains across one-third of the window and rotated a massive wine cabinet to a specific angle.

Then, under the horrified gaze of the secretary, Xie Yunshen walked up to Yan Shiqi, grabbed the armrests of his chair, and pushed the Bigshot—chair and all—twenty centimeters back.

Xie Yunshen then walked to the front of the desk. “Your seating position was exposed to the line of sight from the building across the street. I’m adjusting it for you.”

He pressed his hands against the edge of the desk and forcefully slid the heavy solid-wood desk twenty centimeters toward Yan Shiqi. The desk groaned against the tiles.

Having finished, he placed the documents back in Yan Shiqi’s hands, walked to the window, and gestured for him to continue.

Yan Shiqi held the documents, staring at him motionless. “…”

The secretary tried her absolute hardest to suppress a laugh. She had to mentally recount every painful memory of her life just to stay composed. She had never seen her boss look so “passive” before.

Yan Shiqi put the documents back on the desk. He glanced underneath it; there were two commercial safes hidden under there weighing 300kg. Including the desk, the total was at least 400kg. He rubbed his fingertips together, his gaze deepening.

Just then, the phone rang. It was a message from Yi Wuyi.

“Mr. Yan, I saw Young Master Shizhou enter the Josen Hotel. The manager said it’s… a themed lover’s suite.”

Xie Yunshen’s ears perked up instantly.

In the novel, Yan Shizhou—the third young master—was a rare “gay” character in a story meant for a male audience.

Yan Shiqi stood up. “I’m heading over now.”

Xie Yunshen followed excitedly. It’s starting! The show is about to begin!

Yan Shizhou was the third young master of the Yan family and Yan Shiqi’s half-brother. Since his birth, the Yan family’s business had skyrocketed, leading the superstitious Elder Yan to view him as the family’s lucky star, making him highly pampered.

He could have enjoyed a life of luxury, but he fell for a man and spent a fortune on him. He even planned to transfer part of his shares to him. If it were just that, it might have been okay, but that man had colluded with a casino to trap him in a gambling addiction, profiting off his losses. That crossed Yan Shiqi’s bottom line.

One night, that man suddenly disappeared. From then on, Yan Shizhou hated Yan Shiqi like an enemy. However, aside from being verbally toxic, he never actually did anything to harm Yan Shiqi; he just wallowed in self-destruction and eventually died of depression.

Rich people… I really don’t get them, Xie Yunshen thought.

Unfortunately, he had transmigrated a bit late. In the current plot, the scammer had likely already been “physically enlightened” (removed), and Yan Shizhou had begun his downward spiral. Yan Shiqi still held onto hope for his brother.

The Josen Hotel was only ten minutes from the Yan Group. The hotel manager, having received the news, was waiting outside and handed a key card to Yan Shiqi.

“Mr. Yan, this is the key for the Third Young Master’s room.”

Xie Yunshen took the key card naturally, and the manager tactfully retreated. When they stepped out of the elevator, Yi Wuyi was standing in front of a room in the hallway.

“Mr. Yan, Young Master Shizhou came here straight from the club.”

At Yan Shiqi’s signal, Xie Yunshen swiped the card. A wave of pink flower petals and a suffocatingly decadent fragrance hit them, nearly making Xie Yunshen cough.

At the entrance sat a pair of canvas sneakers and a pair of brown Oxford shoes. On the incense stand hung a suit jacket that was clearly a size too large.

Yan Shiqi’s gaze was icy.

Yi Wuyi tried to smooth things over: “It might be a woman, just… a very large one…”

Yan Shiqi frowned at him. “He’s on a date with a woman who wears size 44 Oxfords and is 190cm tall?”

Yi Wuyi: “Well, the Young Master’s tastes are… unique…”

Xie Yunshen: “Pfft…”