After Transmigrating into a Sadistic Novel, the Socially Anxious Sickly Beauty Just Wants to Sleep - Chapter 11

Some time ago, Xiao Han Zhou’s investigation into Secretary Liu had already produced results. It confirmed that Secretary Liu was indeed connected to that car accident. She had staged the whole thing herself. However, Yan Zhi Mo’s second uncle had left behind no evidence whatsoever. The matter had been handled very cleanly. Even the business secrets Secretary Liu had leaked using the convenience of her position could be written off as Secretary Liu unilaterally violating the spirit of her contract. As for anything that could not be shaken off, they could just casually find a scapegoat.

Yan Zhi Mo had originally wanted to use Secretary Liu, this little fish bait, to try fishing. But now it seemed the fish was too cunning and would not bite. In that case, this little bait was no longer of any use.

The business secrets she could leak were all discarded fake information that was no longer being used. Before long, they would be exposed.

Even if he did not deal with this little bait himself, once his second uncle’s side discovered something was wrong, they would also dispose of Secretary Liu. In that case, he might as well personally make the move.

According to the novel’s plot, Secretary Liu would make a move at a banquet in a couple of days. He could use this chance to catch Secretary Liu red-handed and deal with her.

She had been dangling in front of his eyes for so many days. She was truly an eyesore.

He would let everyone know that no one who dared oppose him would meet a good end.

…

The blow of actually having to go to school was far too great for Jian An Mian. During this period, Jian An Mian could not even sleep well anymore. In the past, he could sleep twenty hours a day. Now, he could only sleep nineteen hours a day. The hour he could not sleep was used for anxiety!

After another sleepless post-dinner period, Jian An Mian lay in bed, tossing and turning as he bit his fingers, silently brainwashing himself.

How could a salted fish be anxious?

A salted fish should lie flat, give up, and think about nothing! He only needed to wait for the main top to come and torment him!

But… why did a salted fish still have to go to school? Sob.

The brainwashing failed. He was still so sad. Boohoohoohoo.

A few more days passed. Yan Zhi Mo suddenly said he was going to take him to attend a banquet. Jian An Mian calculated the date and realized it was time for the main storyline again.

If he remembered correctly, it was at this banquet that the main top would be drugged by Secretary Liu and almost roll into bed with another woman, only to be caught cheating on the spot by the main bottom at the critical moment.

This plotline was also melodramatic enough.

The moment Jian An Mian heard that he had to go out, his already not-so-beautiful mood immediately became even worse. In the end, two days before the banquet, he even had to go out to buy clothes.

There was no helping it. The Qin family did not value the original owner, and the original owner rarely attended such large banquets. Jian An Mian had not brought many clothes over to begin with, and he naturally had nothing formal to wear.

As Yan Zhi Mo’s wife, he could not let Yan Zhi Mo lose face.

On the day they went out, Jian An Mian was like an eggplant hit by frost, wilted and spiritless. From the moment he walked out of his room until he got into the car, he kept his head lowered in silence the entire way.

Yan Zhi Mo found it amusing. He leaned sideways, pulled down Jian An Mian’s mask, and saw that Jian An Mian’s full mouth was pouting. His little face, rosy from sleep, had wrinkled into a ball, and from head to toe, he was filled with sorrow and suffering. He did not look like he was going out shopping. Rather, he looked as if he were going out to die.

“I’m buying you clothes, and you’re still not happy? Hm?” Like teasing a puppy, Yan Zhi Mo hooked Jian An Mian’s chin with his finger and teased him with a smile. “So hard to serve.”

Yan Zhi Mo had an almost pathological possessiveness toward everything that belonged to him. As long as Jian An Mian was riding in a car, Yan Zhi Mo would absolutely drive himself. It was only because Jian An Mian had to sit in the passenger seat, and Yan Zhi Mo did not allow him to sit side by side with another man. Changsun Yong really had not been wrong when he called him a pervert.

Jian An Mian raised his head and looked at the man eagerly, a faint mist of tears appearing in his eyes. “I don’t want to go out…”

Yan Zhi Mo pinched Jian An Mian’s chin and unhurriedly admired the way the little friend unconsciously acted spoiled. His voice lowered to nearly a murmur. “Then what do you want? For me to keep you at home like a pet for your whole life and never let you go out? When you’re hungry, I’ll feed you. When you’re sleepy, you’ll obediently stay in your little nest and sleep. Other than your master, you won’t see anyone. Is that good?”

The man’s words made Jian An Mian’s scalp tingle. His spine instantly went soft, and his breathing unconsciously tightened. Yet in his heart, a trace of anticipation uncontrollably rose. The eyes misted with water grew even more moist, and he could not help asking, “Can I?”

Yan Zhi Mo was surprised for an instant. He truly had not expected to get such an answer. The gaze he fixed on Jian An Mian gradually darkened.

Just when Jian An Mian was almost unable to breathe beneath the man’s increasingly forceful presence, the man finally showed mercy and released his hand. He pulled the mask hanging under Jian An Mian’s chin back up. The hand gripping the steering wheel tightened, but his expression remained indifferent as he said noncommittally, “When you make me happy someday, I’ll give that to you as a reward for being a good child.”

…

After parking the car, Yan Zhi Mo led Jian An Mian straight to one of the Yan family group’s storefronts.

The socially anxious puppy was especially timid. His pair of dark eyes looked timidly at this unfamiliar and frightening world. The slightest movement around him could startle him.

Whenever this happened, Jian An Mian would instinctively press closer to the man. When strangers came near, he would clutch the man’s clothing tightly and not let go. His nerves were so tense that he did not even notice when he rudely wrinkled the man’s shirt in his grip. He was so delicate and clingy it was deadly.

The sense of satisfaction in Yan Zhi Mo’s heart practically exploded. For a pervert with an extremely strong possessive streak, nothing gave a greater sense of accomplishment than a clingy, spoiled little puppy.

“Mian Mian, don’t be afraid. We’ll be there soon. Hold my hand tightly and be careful not to get lost.” Yan Zhi Mo gently wrapped his large palm around Jian An Mian’s smaller hand.

The man’s palm was not soft at all, but it was warm and dry, filled with a sense of strength. Where their skin touched, it was as if waves of warmth were slowly flowing between them. It felt very comfortable to hold and easily soothed one’s heart.

Jian An Mian had far too little sense of security. To him, this tall, powerful man was his only support, someone who could easily shield him from every injury coming from the outside world.

However, Jian An Mian had not forgotten either that in the novel, the greatest injury the main bottom suffered came from the main top.

…

They finally arrived at the luxury boutique. The moment they entered, a well-trained sales associate quickly stepped forward to greet them. “Hello, sir. May I ask what you need? I can make recommendations for you.”

“Call your manager over,” Yan Zhi Mo ordered in a very domineering-CEO tone.

The sales associate froze, recognized Yan Zhi Mo’s face, and immediately drew in a light breath. She quickly said, “Of course. President Yan, please wait a moment. I’ll go call our manager over.”

Yan Zhi Mo brought Jian An Mian to sit on the sofa. Another sales associate came over and handed them two glasses of water. After leaving, she gathered with the other staff and began whispering.

“President Yan actually came in person, ahhh!”

“This is my first time seeing him in real life. He’s a hundred times more handsome than on the cover of financial magazines!”

“Who’s that little boy? When they came in, it looked like he was holding President Yan’s hand…”

“I heard President Yan got married some time ago. Could this be the little madam?”

The manager happened to come out just then. As she passed the sales associates, she shot them a warning look, then walked over and respectfully greeted Yan Zhi Mo.

Yan Zhi Mo took Jian An Mian’s hand and stood up. He stroked Jian An Mian’s head and said gently, “I’ll have to wrong you a little this time. Later, when there’s time, I’ll have a tailor come to the house to take your measurements and specially make you a few formal outfits. The clothes here aren’t good enough. Handmade clothing is more fitted and comfortable than mass-produced pieces.”

The manager smiled while listening to President Yan put down her family’s top luxury goods. “…”

You’re refined. You’re amazing. All your clothes are handmade.

Yan Zhi Mo looked at the manager and said, “Pick out two formal outfits for him. They don’t need to be too formal. Make them youthful. Looking good is enough, and comfort is the most important thing.”

Casual, youthful, pretty, comfortable.

The manager swiftly memorized these points and gave Jian An Mian a polite smile. “Of course. Sir, please come with me. I’ll recommend a few suitable formal outfits for you.”

Yan Zhi Mo gave an “mm,” then suddenly said leisurely, “This is your madam.”

The eavesdropping sales associates: Shock!

Jian An Mian’s foot twisted, and he nearly tripped on flat ground.

“So careless. You can’t even walk properly.” Yan Zhi Mo intimately wrapped an arm around Jian An Mian’s waist, lowered his head, and fondly pinched Jian An Mian’s face.

“I’m sorry…” Jian An Mian’s face turned red like a firecracker going off. The small patch of skin that had been touched went numb as if scorched by fire. Nervously, he tugged at the man’s sleeve and shyly shrank into a small ball against Yan Zhi Mo’s chest.

The manager’s mouth twitched, but she was very good at reading the room. “Of course, Madam, President Yan. Please come with me.”

Young couples. Truly too much for the eyes. Tsk.

…

They said it was to make recommendations for Jian An Mian, but in reality, there was no need for him at all.

The man’s possessiveness was truly too strong. Every part of Jian An Mian’s outfit from beginning to end had to be personally selected by him.

The fine lines on the shirt, the bow tie, the buttons, the belt, even the matching socks… When these tedious little details were placed on Yan Zhi Mo himself, he directly tossed them to the stylist to handle. Yet now, he took the trouble to compare them one after another, carefully choosing the accessories he liked best, then placing each item meticulously on Jian An Mian’s body. It was as if he were dressing up a beloved doll, or a favorite little pet. That look of excessive doting was enough to make any girl with a romantic heart jealous.

Jian An Mian was like a doll the man could arrange however he wanted, obediently and quietly letting the man hold things up against him and compare them this way and that, without the slightest impatience.

The sales associates secretly watching: They also wanted this kind of rich, handsome, generous husband, boohoohoo. With one wave of his big hand, swipe, swipe, swipe!

The store manager, faintly: Wake up. This is his own store. He doesn’t need to pay.

The sales associates: “…”

Another portion of the sales associates: They were different. They only wanted this kind of obedient, soft wife. Hehehe.

The previous sales associates: Daring to steal President Yan’s wife? Bold of you!

As for the manager: What kind of puppy-raising dress-up mini-game was this? Rich people really knew how to play.

Yan Zhi Mo had originally planned to casually pick two outfits and leave. He had not expected to get addicted once he started choosing. In one breath, he put together more than a dozen outfits and planned to have Jian An Mian try them on one by one.

“Go in and try them.” Yan Zhi Mo gentlemanly pushed open the door of the fitting room for Jian An Mian. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

Jian An Mian nodded and walked inside while holding a pile of clothing and accessories. Before long, the sound of fabric rustling came from inside.

However, a few minutes later, Jian An Mian’s soft, weak call suddenly came from behind the door. “Mr. Yan, are you still there?”

Yan Zhi Mo immediately walked over and said close to the door, “I’m here. What’s wrong?”

“Please… please wait a moment.” More rustling came from inside. In the next second, the fitting room door was gently pushed open a crack. Jian An Mian’s fair, flushed face peeked out. His slender fingers pinched a piece of elastic fabric shaped somewhat like a garter. His lashes fluttered, and he did not dare look at the man as he stammered, “May I ask what this is? I… I don’t know how to wear it.”

Jian An Mian had already changed into the shirt on his upper body. The buttons were obediently fastened all the way to the top. The delicate turned-down collar lifted up the length of his slender neck, and the snow-white, smooth fabric made his face look even more tender and soft. His black hair rested obediently on his forehead, pure white like an angel.

However, although his upper body had peeked out from the door, his lower body was timidly hidden behind it. His body was almost tilted at a ninety-degree angle, and he did not dare reveal even the slightest bit below. The color on his face was also much redder than usual.

The instant Jian An Mian came out, Yan Zhi Mo immediately stepped forward and blocked Jian An Mian tightly behind himself. His sharp gaze shot toward the manager behind him like a wild beast guarding its food.

“…President Yan, then I won’t disturb you and Madam. I’ll take my leave first.” The manager mentally gouged out her own eyes, turned around, and left.

Only then did Yan Zhi Mo turn back. Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently swept past Jian An Mian’s thin shoulders and discovered that there seemed to be a pair of pants draped over the chair behind him.

Known fact: what Jian An Mian was holding was a shirt garter, meant to be strapped around the thigh and clipped to the shirt to keep it from riding up.

Since it had to be strapped around the thigh, of course one needed to take off one’s pants to put it on.

So below, Jian An Mian was currently…

Realizing something, Yan Zhi Mo’s breathing suddenly grew heavier, and his eyes instantly darkened to the extreme.

“Mr. Yan?” Jian An Mian tilted his head and called again in confusion.

Why was he not speaking?

Yan Zhi Mo’s Adam’s apple rolled dryly twice. Facing the little friend’s innocent, pure eyes filled with trust, he acted against his conscience and said in a low, hoarse voice, “It’s fine. I’ll help you put it on.”

Jian An Mian froze.

In the next second, the man raised his hand and grasped Jian An Mian’s thin, fair wrist. While pushing the door open, he pulled Jian An Mian with him and stepped into the fitting room.