After Transmigrating into a Sadistic Novel, the Socially Anxious Sickly Beauty Just Wants to Sleep - Chapter 16

Yan Zhimuo was taken aback. He caught Jian Anmian’s hand and crouched down halfway in front of him, looking up at him. “What’s wrong, Mianmian?”

“I… I wanted to say…”

Jian Anmian caught sight of Secretary Liu, who was watching them warily from the side. He opened his mouth but didn’t dare speak.

If he said anything now, it would definitely alert the enemy. Of course, the most important thing was that he had already made up his mind not to interfere with the main plot—he was supposed to just be a silent bystander…

Yan Zhimuo glanced at his phone. The chat history between Secretary Liu and Miss Rong had already been intercepted by Xiao Hanzhou, and their communication hadn’t ceased as of a few minutes ago.

He squeezed Jian Anmian’s hand and coaxed him gently, “Mianmian, be a good boy. Let Yuwen Chi take you to get something to eat. Come find me when you’re finished, okay?”

Jian Anmian kept his head down. Listening to the man’s patient, gentle coaxing, he gritted his teeth and finally let go of the man’s sleeve. “Okay…”

Better… not get involved.

He was just a “salted fish” living for the sake of slacking off. The only things he needed to do were sleep happily every day and then wait to be tormented by the male lead. The main plot of the novel wasn’t his business.

Yuwen Chi said with a smile, “Mr. Jian, please come with me. President Yan needs to go rest.”

Jian Anmian followed Yuwen Chi away with his head hanging low. His retreating figure looked somewhat like a little puppy abandoned by its owner.

Yan Zhimuo turned back to watch him leave, and a sudden urge rose in his heart to rush over and hug the kid. He actually felt a bit reluctant to part. Realizing what he was thinking, Yan Zhimuo shook his head helplessly.

Since when did I become so sentimental?

Besides, he had no choice. He had to lead Jian Anmian away so it would be convenient for Secretary Liu to make her move.

“Secretary Liu, lead the way,” Yan Zhimuo said indifferently, withdrawing his gaze.

Secretary Liu looked at Yan Zhimuo, her vibrant red lips slowly curling into a smile. “President Yan, please follow me. I’ll take you to the lounge now.”

On the other side.

Jian Anmian arrived at the dining area. He sat restlessly, eating the food Yuwen Chi had carefully selected for him. His plate was already empty, yet he mechanically poked at the air with his fork, looking like he couldn’t swallow another bite.

It’s okay. According to the plot, nothing bad will happen to the lead. At most, he’ll ingest some medicine that will be metabolized out of his system by the next day. I just need to go with the flow…

Wait.

Jian Anmian suddenly remembered something very important!

How did the male lead’s medicine get “metabolized” in the end?

Oh. Because he gets caught in the act by the protagonist, Miss Rong—the minor cannon fodder—immediately exits the scene, leaving the married couple alone in the room. And at that moment, the male lead is still under the influence of that medicine.

So, naturally, the medicine is resolved using the protagonist’s body…

Jian Anmian: “!!!!!”

When Secretary Liu entered with a tray, Yan Zhimuo was leaning back on the sofa taking a nap.

The corner of her mouth twitched into a smirk before she quickly composed herself. She knocked lightly on the door, walked in, and leaned down respectfully to place the tray on the coffee table. “President Yan, I’ve brought the sobering soup. Please drink it while it’s hot.”

“Mhm,” Yan Zhimuo grunted deeply. His sharp brows were slightly furrowed with exhaustion, and he didn’t open his eyes.

Secretary Liu waited quietly. After a long time without any movement from him, she checked her phone. That Miss Rong was truly impatient; it had only been a few minutes, and another message urging her had arrived.

Secretary Liu irritably turned off her phone. Looking at Yan Zhimuo, who sat motionless on the sofa, she couldn’t help but feel anxious as well. She bit her lip and called out softly again.

“President Yan, the sobering soup is going to get cold.”

This time, Yan Zhimuo finally opened his eyes. He glanced indifferently at the soup on the table, then looked at Secretary Liu without much emotion. He asked casually, “Where is yours?”

Secretary Liu paused, not expecting him to remember her. She smiled faintly. “Thank you for your concern, President Yan. I’ll go have some in a bit. You should drink yours quickly; it’s getting cold.”

Yan Zhimuo leaned forward and picked up the bowl, swirling it in his palm with one hand. He looked down at the golden-yellow Ganoderma honey water and suddenly said, “Is the effect of this soup really that miraculous?”

Secretary Liu didn’t follow. “What?”

Yan Zhimuo raised his dark eyes, looking at her with a sharp, cold gaze. “Since you stepped into this room, you’ve urged me three times.”

Secretary Liu’s heart lurched. Cold sweat instantly drenched her back. She did her best to relax her expression, pulling the corners of her mouth into a stiff smile. “I’m sorry, President Yan. I was just too concerned about you and didn’t notice.”

Yan Zhimuo stared at her for a few moments, then suddenly let out an ambiguous chuckle. Secretary Liu felt the hair on her arms stand up; her heart started pounding wildly.

Just as she was so tense she felt like she might suffocate, she saw Yan Zhimuo finally lift the bowl to his lips.

Her gaze stayed fixed on his neck. She saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down significantly. As the bowl tilted higher, she couldn’t help but swallow nervously herself.

Yan Zhimuo took a few sips, set the bowl down, and wiped the moisture from his lips. He picked up his phone to check his messages, then looked up and gave Secretary Liu a smile. “You should go have some too. This soup was prepared well; the taste is good.”

“Okay, thank you for your concern, President Yan. I’ll head out now. Please rest well.”

The moment before the door closed, Secretary Liu saw Yan Zhimuo pick up the bowl again and raise it to his mouth.

A moment later, she turned around, took out her phone, and sent a message to Miss Rong.

Secretary Liu: In ten minutes, Room 5203. The door is unlocked.

Miss Rong: Got it. Thanks, Sister Liu~

Miss Rong: [Heart emoji]

Seeing the reply, Secretary Liu’s expression turned to one of contempt. She put her phone away and turned back toward the dining area, ready to summon the legitimate Mrs. Yan to catch the affair.

If Miss Rong actually succeeded, there was a chance she might get pregnant with Yan Zhimuo’s child. She couldn’t let such a good opportunity go to that brainless “white lotus” for nothing. She still wanted to find a chance to take the position for herself in the future.

In the room.

After Secretary Liu left, Yan Zhimuo—who had looked drunk just a second ago—immediately walked to the cabinet and pulled out an empty cup. He then poured the sobering soup into it with a look of disgust. His deep black eyes were perfectly clear.

He had known about Secretary Liu’s plan for a long time. He hadn’t swallowed a single drop of that soup; he had simply faked the swallowing motion to deceive her. To make the act convincing, he even went out of his way to get the stuff all over his lips. Disgusting. Yue!

Yan Zhimuo hid the empty cup and put the bowl back in its original place to make it look like he’d finished it. He took off his suit jacket, grabbed his tie, and yanked it down forcefully. He roughly unbuttoned his collar, then deliberately mussed his hair and shirt before lying back on the sofa. Closing his eyes, he waited for the fish to bite.

Dining Area.

Jian Anmian was eating with no appetite, frequently checking the time on his phone in an anxious wait.

It had been so long; why hadn’t Secretary Liu come to get him to catch the affair? Could something be wrong with the male lead?

But at the thought of what he might face once he got there, Jian Anmian felt a wave of heat wash over him, and his heart rate accelerated uncontrollably.

…Suddenly, he wasn’t in such a hurry to catch the affair after all!

Just as he was agonizing over his internal conflict, Secretary Liu finally arrived.

“Mr. Jian, President Yan asked me to call you ov—”

Before she could finish, Jian Anmian jumped up with a start, like a puppy who’d had its tail stepped on.

It’s finally happening! The… the “broken ragdoll” treatment. QAQ

Jian Anmian took a deep breath. With a face burning bright red, he tremblingly set off on the path to catch the affair.

I hope… I hope the male lead will be gentle, seeing as it’s my first time… waaaah.

Secretary Liu: “…?”