After Transmigrating into a Book, I Turned the Straight Bigshot Gay (BL) - Chapter 5

Yan Shiqi crossed the open living room, rounded a screen, and entered the bedroom.

The man inside had likely just taken off his trousers. The moment he saw Yan Shiqi enter, he was struck with terror; the color drained from his face, leaving him several shades paler. He slumped onto the bed, his voice trembling.

“Mr. Yan—it wasn’t me… it was the Third Young Master, he insisted…”

Yan Shiqi sat down on the black sofa by the window. Xie Yunshen and Yi Wuyi stood flanking him. Seeing that Yan Shiqi made no move, the man fled the room as if granted a divine amnesty.

The Third Young Master of the Yan family seemed to still be in the bathroom. After a while, the door opened and a man walked out wearing a white bathrobe, steam still rising from his body.

Xie Yunshen “drew” an imaginary line above the man’s head and estimated that Yan Shizhou stood at least 185cm (approx. 6’1″). Since they were half-brothers, their heights differed significantly, but in terms of aura, they belonged to entirely different schools.

After all, Yan Shiqi could make one’s scalp tingle just by sitting there.

The Third Young Master was cold and handsome with a well-built physique; every strand of his hair screamed “old money.” Seeing the scene in the room had changed, Yan Shizhou didn’t seem surprised at all. He simply leaned against the doorframe and said lazily, “Look at this. How does my busy elder brother have time to visit?”

He then sat on the sofa, propping his legs up on the coffee table. He wore cotton disposable slippers, and the bathrobe revealed the sharp, powerful lines of his legs.

Yan Shiqi’s gaze followed his movements. His lips were a cold, straight line—no anger, no sorrow—just a mechanical stare directed at his brother.

“I want some water,” Yan Shizhou said suddenly.

Xie Yunshen didn’t know who he was asking. Among the people present, the most likely “unlucky soul” to do the task was himself. But as a gold-medal bodyguard, he had no natural instinct to serve water to anyone.

He stayed put.

“I said, I want water!” Yan Shizhou looked up, his gaze carrying a startling ferocity.

Xie Yunshen noticed that those sinister eyes weren’t looking at Yan Shiqi, nor at himself. They were fixed on Yi Wuyi.

Yi Wuyi’s eyes flickered. He was about to step forward.

“He is not a servant of this house,” Yan Shiqi said.

Yi Wuyi paused, but he poured a glass of water for Yan Shizhou anyway.

“Right, he’s not a servant. He’s just a tool for doing the dirty work.”

In the silent room, the crisp metallic click of a lighter sounded. Yan Shizhou lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, never once looking at Yi Wuyi, who was holding the water.

“Who killed A-Qiu?” he asked.

Xie Yunshen remembered the name. A-Qiu, Han Yuqiu—that was the name of the “gold-digger” cannon-fodder character who died in the novel.

Yan Shiqi leaned his back completely against the sofa. “A dead man has no meaning.”

Standing behind him, Xie Yunshen’s heart jolted: Wait, do you guys talk about this stuff without clearing the room?

Yan Shizhou’s smile was chilling. “See? I’m asking the obvious. Besides Yi Wuyi, who else is Brother’s most loyal dog? Who else would Brother protect this much?”

He crushed the cigarette butt into the glass of water.

Yi Wuyi’s expression didn’t change, and the water in the glass didn’t even ripple.

Yan Shiqi stood up. “Enough. Go back to work tomorrow. Don’t let me hear about you being involved with any man again. I’ll have people watching you.” His jaw was tight, the force of his bite visible as he spoke. His icy gaze was enough to make anyone shudder.

Having finished, he turned to leave.

“I only want Yi Wuyi!” Yan Shizhou called out. “Give Yi Wuyi to me.”

Yi Wuyi, following Yan Shiqi, kept his head down. Shadows covered his forehead, making his expression unreadable.

Yan Shiqi didn’t look back. “Your biggest mistake is thinking you and Yi Wuyi are on the same scale. You have no right to make demands. Without you, there are dozens of younger cousins in the Yan clan who can replace you. I only give you a chance for the sake of Grandpa.”

Yan Shizhou just sat there. Yi Wuyi turned his head to glance at him once with a deep, unfathomable look before leaving.

Before exiting, Xie Yunshen saw Yan Shizhou flash a triumphant grin. He felt the Third Young Master had an ulterior motive.

Outside the hotel, the driver was waiting. Yi Wuyi got into a separate car. This time, Xie Yunshen sat next to Yan Shiqi again.

Upon arriving at the company, Yan Shiqi didn’t even enter his office; he went straight to the conference room. Outside the room, Xie Yunshen took off his jacket and performed a round of bodyweight training. His wrist and leg strength were better than when he first arrived, but still nowhere near his peak level. His impact resistance, especially, was still too weak.

Halfway through, Yi Wuyi returned and was stunned to find him using the window railing to do a “human flag” pose.

Seeing his effortless form, Yi Wuyi asked, “Xie, when did you evolve like this?”

“It’s called progress…”

“Progress isn’t enough to express my shock.”

“Then want to join in?”

“Now?” Yi Wuyi looked around at the office setting.

“Time for exercise is like the sauce packet in instant noodles—the more you squeeze, the more there is. Dash—Xie Yunshen.”

Inspired, Yi Wuyi took off his jacket and joined him. Two hours passed. Even in the well-conditioned hallway, sweat poured down their foreheads and backs.

Just then, the conference room doors opened. Xie Yunshen blinked away sweat running from his chin into his eyes, only to see a group of elders and executives looking as if they’d seen a ghost.

Yan Shiqi stood at the front, looking at Xie Yunshen and… Yi Wuyi, who were doing handstand push-ups against the wall.

“As expected of Mr. Yan’s bodyguards, they truly are extraordinary.”

“With bodyguards like these, one must feel very safe.”

Yan Shiqi closed his eyes.

The two immediately scrambled down and stood to attention, smelling of sweat. Their soaked shirts clung to their bodies, leaving their silhouettes clearly visible. Passing employees, both men and women, looked on with excitement. In a dull office, when would they ever see such a sight?

“Go wash up.”

Inside the office, Yan Shiqi pressed a button and asked his secretary to bring two sets of clean clothes. There was a shower room in his office suite.

“There’s only one. Wash together?” Xie Yunshen asked Yi Wuyi.

Yi Wuyi was about to speak when Yan Shiqi snapped, “One at a time!”

Xie Yunshen understood. Yan Shiqi was likely traumatized by Yan Shizhou’s situation and was terrified of having two more gay men around him. But there was no need to worry—Yi Wuyi and he were both purely straight. Even if they were naked, there would be no reaction.

In the entire book, the only gay man was Yan Shizhou.

“No issues?”

Inside the study, the curtains were half-drawn. The twilight shadows fell upon the DNA test report in Yan Shiqi’s hand.

“Yes. Xie Yunshen’s DNA matches the previous records. It’s the same person.” The doctor who had treated Xie’s wounds stood before the desk.

“Then, what do you think could cause a person to change so drastically?”

The doctor looked thoughtful. “It’s not unheard of in medicine. For instance, a sudden personality split, or a hidden genetic mutation within the patient… though such cases are extremely rare worldwide.”

“And what could make him suddenly become an expert in close-quarters combat?”

“He told the butler it was all from self-taught tutorials online.”

Yan Shiqi fed the report into the shredder. “You weren’t there to see it. That kind of reaction speed and sensitivity—it’s not something that can be achieved in ten days or half a month.”

The doctor smiled. “Mr. Yan, if Little Xie is this talented, isn’t that a good thing for the Yan family?”

It was unclear if labeling it “talent” was meant to ease Yan Shiqi’s suspicions. Yan Shiqi didn’t speak again, and the doctor left.

He sat alone behind the desk, took a folder from the safe, and pulled out the documents. He stared at them intently. In the glow of the sunset, his gaze reflected a pale golden light.

He sat until the sun went down and the room was pitch black. Yan Shiqi leaned back; the documents in his hand brushed against a desk ornament—a metallic eagle that began flapping its wings on a balancer.

“Who!”

The study door was kicked open, and the dark room suddenly flooded with light.

In the eyes of the “senior reader” Xie Yunshen, the Yan family study was like the Shaolin Library—it was the heart of the sect’s fortune. No one but Yan Shiqi should be allowed to set foot inside, especially not the Male Lead or the villain.

So, having just returned from an outdoor swim, Xie Yunshen—with his 20/10 vision—spotted that the study door wasn’t fully closed. Hearing a strange noise from inside, he burst in, leading to this awkward moment.

He stood there with his hand on the light switch, looking at Yan Shiqi behind the desk.

“…Do you not turn on the lights when you work?”

Yan Shiqi calmly organized the documents. “Did you go swimming in the back?”

The “back” referred to the deep pool behind the manor. Xie Yunshen went there often; his hair was still damp.

“Yeah.”

The air conditioning was on high, but he noticed Yan Shiqi’s forehead was beaded with sweat. His face was calm, but his hands were shaking. His breathing was like the surface of the sea before a storm—steady, but with obvious turbulence.

“Are you okay?” Xie Yunshen realized something was wrong, but he didn’t step forward because the documents on the desk hadn’t been put away yet.

Yan Shiqi didn’t answer. He simply put the papers back into the bag and placed them in the safe. Xie Yunshen saw his condition worsening; the sweat was becoming more prominent. One more second and he would have pulled out his phone to call an ambulance.

After securing the files, Yan Shiqi leaned into his chair, looking at him with a pale face. “I remember you’ve been unable to swim since you were a child.”

“…” Xie Yunshen felt like shaking him unconscious on the spot.