After Transmigrating into a Book, I Turned the Straight Bigshot Gay (BL) - Chapter 7

The funeral hall was vast, filled with many guests. White banners hung low, and mourning music played softly.

Xie Yunshen noticed a man behind a large pillar. Based on his posture and the fact that he was dressed in funeral staff attire, he was definitely the Male Lead, moving the plot forward in disguise. At this moment, the Male Lead was also staring at Yan Shiqi with a dark, brooding gaze.

Although the novel was branded as a “power fantasy” for men, it was famous for its “pure love.” The Male Lead was essentially the reincarnation of a jealousy jar; his possessiveness was so extreme that if a male fly flew past the heroine, he’d probably want to castrate it. Seeing the Bai family trying to play matchmaker between the heroine and Yan Shiqi, he was likely already planning how to destroy the Yan family.

Just then, the daughter of the Bai family stepped forward and looked at Yan Shiqi. “Mr. Yan, thank you for coming to my grandfather’s funeral.”

“Miss Bai, please accept my condolences,” Yan Shiqi nodded.

Miss Bai was the first to reach out. Just as they were about to shake hands, one of the Bai elders seemed to lose his balance and suddenly lunged forward, wedging himself between the two. Fortunately, Yan Shiqi caught him, saving him from a public embarrassment.

The elder panted. “Just now, my leg… it suddenly gave out…”

“Second Uncle, are you just overwhelmed with grief?” Miss Bai supported the elder.

With this commotion, the moment passed, and the handshake was forgotten.

“I felt like something hit the back of my knee,” the old man said fearfully, looking back at the memorial tablets in the hall.

Yan Shiqi lowered his eyes and saw a piece of rock-hard beef jerky on the floor. He stepped on it with his leather shoe.

Xie Yunshen moved to Yan Shiqi’s side, positioning himself perfectly to block the Male Lead’s line of sight. Their eyes met, and the Male Lead clearly recognized Xie Yunshen as the bodyguard he had clashed with at the Yan residence.

“Heh!” He gave Xie Yunshen a cold sneer.

“Hehe!” Xie Yunshen sneered twice in return. As if you’re the only one who knows how to sneer.

Behind them, Yi Wuyi caught up. He had seen with his own eyes that Xie Yunshen had used a piece of beef jerky to strike the elder’s knee. Although he didn’t know why Xie had done it, he also noticed the suspicious man behind the pillar. Sensing a threat, he followed closely behind Yan Shiqi.

Yan Shiqi frowned, glancing back at the two men behind him.

The Bai elder wasn’t giving up yet. “Jingyan, don’t mind me. Mr. Yan is a distinguished guest and must not be neglected. Why don’t you take Mr. Yan to the garden pavilion to rest for a bit?”

It seemed this old man was dead set on an alliance with the Yan family. Xie Yunshen stared at the back of Yan Shiqi’s head, thinking, Please don’t agree. In this novel, almost everyone who became the Male Lead’s love rival ended up dead.

To his surprise, Yan Shiqi didn’t move. In the world of adults, no rejection means consent!

Xie Yunshen began to reflect: Could my transmigration actually be accelerating the Yan family’s tragic fate? Perhaps no matter how the plot changed, Yan Shiqi was just a piece of the story destined to be a stepping-stone NPC for the Male Lead’s success.

And so, Miss Bai and Yan Shiqi led the way, with Yi Wuyi and Xie Yunshen following, while the Male Lead shadowed them from a distance.

Before they reached the pavilion, Yan Shiqi suddenly spoke. “Miss Bai, could you please take me to the dining area?”

Bai Jingyan was taken-back. “Of course.”

The group diverted to a nearby dining room. Xie Yunshen caught a glimpse of the sneaky figure behind them; the Male Lead was likely tearing Yan Shiqi to pieces in his mind right now.

In the dining room, the tables were already laid out with desserts and various exquisite foods for the funeral guests. Miss Bai tactfully found an excuse to leave.

Yan Shiqi looked at Xie Yunshen. “Go eat.”

Xie Yunshen was stunned. “What?”

“Weren’t you hungry on the way here? Also, don’t throw things at funerals.”

The implication was clear. Yi Wuyi lowered his head in shame; even though he didn’t do it and Yan Shiqi hadn’t named him, he naturally considered himself an accomplice.

Xie Yunshen’s eyes sparkled with moved emotion. I actually called him an NPC in my head just now. How could this be an NPC? This was his sparkling, loyal, and righteous Bigshot!

Yan Shiqi sat on the sofa and closed his eyes, likely unable to handle Xie’s overly “straight-ball” expression of admiration.

“Old Five, eat up,” Xie Yunshen said, stuffing a plate into the hands of the serious-looking Yi Wuyi.

The Male Lead had followed the heroine, so the only dangerous factor had left; they didn’t need to be so tense.

Yi Wuyi looked at Xie Yunshen and suddenly asked, “You—who exactly are you?”

Xie Yunshen wasn’t choked to death, but he was close. Yi Wuyi immediately added, “Eat first. Talk after you finish.”

Xie Yunshen: “…”

He shifted his gaze to Yan Shiqi. The man sat like a mountain, motionless, his gaze fixed on Xie as if in deep thought. Xie Yunshen suddenly had a hilarious thought: The Head of the Yan family is spending his precious time watching a bodyguard eat breakfast.

Yi Wuyi stepped closer to Yan Shiqi. “Mr. Yan, there’s something I don’t know if I should believe… Xie Yunshen says Old Mr. Bai is faking his death.”

Yan Shiqi paused, then chuckled as if it were too absurd to be true.

“Do you need me to do anything?” Yi Wuyi asked.

“No, there’s no need. A trick like that might fool others, but how could it fool them?”

Yi Wuyi realized that Mr. Yan hadn’t actually doubted the truth of the statement at all.

Ten minutes later, a member of the Bai family entered the room and approached Yan Shiqi. “Mr. Yan, people from the Top Star Sect have arrived to attend the funeral. My master asked me to inform you.”

Yan Shiqi nodded, a shadow crossing his brow. He stood up, buttoned his jacket, and walked out.

Xie Yunshen’s heart sank. They’re here. The Top Star Sect.

In the novel, the Top Star Sect was the most mysterious organization in Country A, famous for its prophecies and feng shui charts. Six months ago, the Sect Leader prophesied that the head of the Bai family would pass away on July 5th of this year. In the plot, the prophecy actually failed, but to avoid offending the Sect, the Bai patriarch decided to fake his death to make the prophecy “true.”

Hence, today’s funeral. Though absurd, it spoke to the terrifying influence of the Top Star Sect.

The group returned to the hall to see a young man in a white suit offering incense. The guests, including the Bai family, stood by in silence. After offering incense, the young man walked to the ice coffin, looked at the elder inside, and pulled out a talisman drawn with gold powder.

“This is a Golden Talisman written by my master himself. Please place it on Old Mr. Bai.”

A member of the Bai family placed the talisman on the elder’s chest. They were all overwhelmed with gratitude; a Golden Talisman from the Sect Leader was a priceless treasure.

Only Xie Yunshen whispered behind Yan Shiqi: “That thing is poisonous.”

Yan Shiqi made no reaction.

Shangguan Hong—a purely insidious and despicable villain in the novel. He was involved in every conspiracy, pushing the plot forward step by step until he completed the murder of Yan Shiqi. Even the Male Lead was used as a pawn by him in the early stages.

The talisman he brought today wasn’t for the afterlife; it was a deadly “Life-Extinguishing” talisman. The old man was faking his death, but by inhaling the toxic fumes from the talisman inside the ice coffin, he would actually die. In a way, the prophecy would come true.

However, since this was a power fantasy, the Male Lead was destined to show up at the last second, save the old man, become the Bai family’s savior, and win the heroine’s favor. Later, with the Bai family’s help, the Male Lead would even acquire many of the Yan family’s assets.

But now, Xie Yunshen had told this to Yan Shiqi. He didn’t know if Yan Shiqi would choose to do the favor himself and win over the Bai family.

After finishing his “blessing,” Shangguan Hong’s gaze swept across the crowd.

“Mr. Yan, I hope you’ve been well,” he said, his eyes settling on Yan Shiqi with a smile.

“Mr. Shangguan, long time no see.” The corner of Yan Shiqi’s mouth rose in the tiniest possible arc.

“I heard Old Mr. Yan unfortunately passed away two months ago. I was abroad and couldn’t attend. I hope you can forgive me,” Shangguan Hong said with great humility.

“The Yan family received the funeral couplet personally written by your Sect Leader. There is no need for you to blame yourself.”

Shangguan Hong’s eyes turned a shade colder; it seemed Yan Shiqi’s attitude hadn’t satisfied him. Then, his gaze suddenly landed on Xie Yunshen.

“What’s going on, Mr. Yan? Since just now, your man has been looking at me with such a terrifying expression. I wonder how I have offended him?”

“Perhaps you are just being sensitive?” Yan Shiqi’s voice was slightly cold.

So bold? Xie Yunshen was so excited he almost cheered for the Bigshot.

None of the hundred or so people present spoke; everyone held their breath. The Yan family was the head of the Five Families, and the previous head had been so respectful to the Top Star Sect that he followed their every word. However, that reverence changed once Yan Shiqi took over. His attitude was the complete opposite of his grandfather’s. In truth, the other families were also both respectful and terrified of the Sect.

Shangguan Hong’s smile stiffened for a moment before he laughed. “Indeed, I am being sensitive. That shouldn’t be a member of the Yan family. Likely some low-life ‘stray dog’ from the funeral company snuck in.” He glanced behind him. “Qing Ao, throw those low-lifes out. Don’t let them disturb Old Mr. Bai’s funeral.”

A dark-skinned, cold-eyed bald man stepped out from the crowd. He wore a black tank top, and his limbs were disproportionately long. With killing intent in his eyes, he walked toward Xie Yunshen.

Xie Yunshen’s heart tightened. This guy’s aura is purely focused on killing.

In a flash, before anyone could react, a long arm like a gibbon’s lunged toward him. Everyone gasped, silently mourning for Xie Yunshen. This man, Qing Ao, was ranked among the Top 100 Fighters. While the Yan family had wealth, their top-tier experts were scarce. Everyone had seen this bodyguard of Yan Shiqi’s before—he was basically a total loser.