After Transmigrating into a Sadistic Novel, the Socially Anxious Sickly Beauty Just Wants to Sleep - Chapter 2

Yan Zhi Mo had never imagined that he would actually be a character in a novel.

The world he lived in turned out to be an angst novel. He was the scumbag top in that angst novel. He entered into a contractual marriage with the main bottom, Jian An Mian, would torment the main bottom both physically and emotionally in the future, and would ultimately die with him in a double-death ending after killing himself for love.

It was too absurd. Absolutely too absurd.

Yan Zhi Mo’s first reaction was that he had damaged his brain in the crash and developed delusions.

However, half an hour later, Yan Zhi Mo looked at the medical report in his hand, which showed that there was nothing seriously wrong with his body. He rubbed his head in disbelief, his brows tightly furrowed. “There’s nothing wrong with my brain?”

Changsun Yong, dressed in a white coat, twitched at the corner of his mouth. “A mild concussion. You still think that’s not enough?” Then he muttered, “I think you do seem pretty sick right now, though.”

For once, Yan Zhi Mo did not snap back. The report in his hand had been crumpled beyond recognition, and his expression changed again and again.

Changsun Yong looked horrified. “Why aren’t you arguing with me? Are you okay?!”

Yan Zhi Mo’s mouth twitched. “I’m not okay.”

Changsun Yong broke down. “Your head?”

Yan Zhi Mo said coldly, “I strained my waist during the car accident. Prescribe me some more pain-relief patches for muscles and bones.”

Changsun Yong: “…”

A few minutes later, Changsun Yong cursed under his breath as he lifted the back hem of Yan Zhi Mo’s shirt and stuck a pain-relief patch on him. Just then, Yan Zhi Mo’s phone suddenly rang.

Yan Zhi Mo picked it up and glanced at it, his face showing undisguised disgust and loathing.

Changsun Yong went to wash his hands and casually asked, “Your dad?”

Yan Zhi Mo was just about to deny it when Changsun Yong corrected himself first. “No, wait. It’s that bargain-bin mother of yours. How could your dad possibly call you personally out of concern?”

Yan Zhi Mo gave a cold laugh and answered the call.

His stepmother’s gentle, soft voice came through. “Zhi Mo, I heard you were in a car accident. Are you all right? Were you hurt?”

Yan Zhi Mo answered perfunctorily with a couple of words. In less than a minute, he hung up. Both sides had done enough to keep up appearances.

Changsun Yong wiped his hands dry and sighed. “Adults are such a pain. You both clearly wish the other would explode on the spot, yet you still have to do all these empty, pointless things for the sake of so-called morals and etiquette. Aren’t you tired?”

Yan Zhi Mo scoffed. “No matter what Bai Mu Rou thinks in her heart, at least in front of Yan Zu Yi, her image is that of a gentle, kind, good mother.”

Yan Zhi Mo’s family was very melodramatic and very formulaic.

A scumbag father who had driven his biological mother to death, a vicious stepmother who had risen from mistress to wife, and a younger illegitimate brother. Then there were his sister-in-law and his second uncle’s side of the family. One by one, none of them were easy to deal with.

Changsun Yong lowered his voice and said, “Could that car accident of yours have been arranged by your stepmother?”

Without even thinking, Yan Zhi Mo denied it directly. “No. Although she isn’t very smart and her character isn’t much either, she’s timid. She doesn’t have the guts to hire someone to kill.”

Changsun Yong curled his lip. “Then that only leaves your second uncle.”

Yan Zhi Mo’s eyes darkened. “I’ve already asked Han Zhou to look into it for me. If it really was him, then he can only pay the price for his own actions…”

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside, and the topic came to an end.

Yan Zhi Mo said in a low voice, “Come in.”

Jian An Mian pushed the door open and came in. When he raised his eyes and saw that there was a doctor in a white coat in the room in addition to Yan Zhi Mo, he immediately lowered his head nervously and said softly, “Hello.”

“Oh my, so well-behaved!” Changsun Yong’s eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together in a rather lecherous way. “So you’re the little wife Old Yan just married and brought home? You look so young. Are you really an adult? Old Yan didn’t commit a crime, did he?”

Jian An Mian was frightened. He instinctively looked to the only man he knew for help. “Mr. Yan…”

Yan Zhi Mo’s mood suddenly improved greatly. His back no longer ached, and his head no longer hurt. He beckoned to Jian An Mian. “Come here.”

Jian An Mian hurriedly went over with little pattering steps. His thin body pressed tightly against the side of Yan Zhi Mo’s bed, and his large, dark eyes secretly peeked at Changsun Yong through the gaps between his lashes.

Damn. Where did Yan Dog kidnap such a well-behaved little friend from?

Changsun Yong was so overwhelmed by the cuteness that he sucked in a breath. Then he heard Yan Zhi Mo introduce him. “Changsun Yong. Just a dead pervert and a playboy. Good babies shouldn’t talk much to perverts. They’re dirty.”

“Fuck, Yan Dog, you damn—”

Yan Zhi Mo interrupted him leisurely. “Good children shouldn’t hear dirty things.”

Jian An Mian met Yan Zhi Mo’s commanding gaze and covered his ears by reflex.

“…You win.” Changsun Yong raised a middle finger at Yan Zhi Mo, then smiled and stretched out a hand toward Jian An Mian. Only, no matter how one looked at it, that smile seemed lecherous. “Hello, Little Jian. My name is Changsun Yong. I’m your husband’s private doctor. You can just call me Brother Yong. Little Jian, don’t listen to Yan Dog’s nonsense. Although I do look a bit flirtatious, I’m actually very pure-hearted. You can count the number of times I’ve dated on two hands!”

Jian An Mian blinked. So he was the domineering CEO’s standard doctor friend in this novel.

As everyone knew, every domineering CEO novel’s male lead would definitely have a doctor friend like this.

He would go to the CEO’s villa on time every week to nurse the CEO’s stomach problems. His phone was never turned off, so that when the bottom was left barely alive by the CEO, one phone call from the CEO could wake him up. Then, rain or shine, he would go to the villa to treat the bottom. And the time would absolutely have to be the middle of the night.

He was the great wronged soul of domineering CEO novels. The other tools included the CEO’s lawyer friend, the CEO’s private detective friend, the butler or auntie at the CEO’s villa, the special assistant by the CEO’s side…

Jian An Mian looked at Changsun Yong’s outstretched hand and instinctively looked toward Yan Zhi Mo.

Yan Zhi Mo smiled and lifted his chin slightly. That meant it was okay to shake it.

Changsun Yong: Damn it!

Just as Jian An Mian was about to stretch out his hand, Yan Zhi Mo added another unhurried sentence. “You’re not allowed to touch him.”

Since they had already gotten their certificate, Jian An Mian was his person. Jian An Mian had not even held his hand yet, and he dared to touch another man?

Changsun Yong simply could not stand it anymore. And Yan Zhi Mo had the nerve to call him a pervert? Who exactly was the real pervert here?

Jian An Mian paused, lowered his head, and looked at his own clothes. Then he tugged out a section of his long sleeve, wrapped it around his fingertips, quickly poked Changsun Yong’s palm, and turned back to look at Yan Zhi Mo.

Yan Zhi Mo smiled and raised his hand, crooking his finger at Jian An Mian.

Jian An Mian blinked slowly, then tentatively crouched down beside Yan Zhi Mo’s bed and obediently offered up his head.

Was it… like this?

Like rewarding a puppy, Yan Zhi Mo stroked Jian An Mian’s head in satisfaction. “Mm. Good.”

The tips of Jian An Mian’s ears instantly turned red. He was only one wagging tail and two woofs away from being a puppy.

Fuck. What kind of live-action puppy literature was this?

Changsun Yong’s scalp went numb from Yan Dog’s show of affection. He could no longer stay there. Clasping his hands in farewell, he said, “I take my leave!”

The door closed again, and in the blink of an eye, only Jian An Mian and Yan Zhi Mo were left in the room.

Jian An Mian quietly glanced at Yan Zhi Mo. Although the man was sitting on the bed, his aura had not diminished at all. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the quilt as he lowered his brows, seeming to be thinking about something.

Although the man had just affectionately patted his head and smiled very gently, Jian An Mian was still afraid of him. He did not dare disturb him, and he did not dare move carelessly. He simply crouched beside the bed, looking eagerly at the man’s fingertips as they tapped the bed again and again.

After a long while, Yan Zhi Mo suddenly curved his lips into a smile. He lifted the quilt and stood up, straightening his clothes unhurriedly. Then he pushed the back of Jian An Mian’s head to make him get up and said leisurely, “Let’s go. Come with me to see how Secretary Liu is doing.”

Jian An Mian quickly stood up and followed closely behind him. Then he suddenly remembered that this Secretary Liu was the first point of angst in the story.

Secretary Liu’s true identity was actually a commercial spy sent by the main top’s second uncle. The car accident that morning had also been deliberately arranged by the main top’s second uncle, solely so that Secretary Liu could protect the main top at the critical moment, gain his trust, and thereby infiltrate the inside of his company.

In the novel, Secretary Liu relied on the fact that she was the main top’s lifesaver and often bullied the main bottom. The scumbag main top also allowed it and did nothing. Later, at a banquet, Secretary Liu even drugged the main top, almost making him roll into bed with another woman. At the critical moment, the main bottom caught them cheating on the spot.

Then came the classic “Listen to my explanation” and “I won’t listen, I won’t listen.” Jian An Mian’s blood pressure had shot straight up while reading it, and he had almost passed away on the spot. Even now, he was a little confused as to how he had managed to persist in finishing that novel back then.

So was he about to witness the beginning of the affair between the beautiful secretary and the scumbag top?

He had not expected the angst to start so soon. He suddenly felt a little nervous.

While Jian An Mian was recalling the plot, he had unknowingly arrived at Secretary Liu’s hospital room.

Yan Zhi Mo knocked on the door. After hearing a response, he pushed it open and went in, politely asking, “Secretary Liu, how are you feeling?”

Secretary Liu’s face was pale. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, revealing a section of slender neck, then smiled weakly. “Thank you for your concern, President Yan. The doctor said there’s nothing seriously wrong with me. I can be discharged after resting for a few days.”

“That’s good.” Yan Zhi Mo nodded, wrapped an arm around Jian An Mian’s waist, and sat down on the sofa opposite her. His fingers naturally brushed over Jian An Mian’s ear, and he watched with his own eyes as that thin patch of skin, so white it was nearly transparent, gradually turned pink.

Jian An Mian, who had originally planned to quietly eat melon and watch the drama, instantly stiffened.

No, wait… Mr. Scumbag Top, aren’t you touching the wrong person?

The one seducing you is Secretary Liu, not me!

Yan Zhi Mo asked softly, “What’s wrong, baby? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

The man’s deep voice sounded beside his ear like a subwoofer, his breath warm. Jian An Mian’s head buzzed, and the red at the tips of his ears deepened. He stammered, “No… no.”

Yan Zhi Mo lowered his brows and eyes, full of tenderness. “If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, call me anytime, okay?”

Jian An Mian was about to faint. “Mm…”

What exactly was going on right now? Top, what are you doing, top?!

Only then did Yan Zhi Mo look at Secretary Liu. “Secretary Liu, I haven’t properly thanked you yet. If you hadn’t sacrificed yourself to save me, I might not have gotten away with only a mild concussion.”

Secretary Liu smiled stiffly and quietly pulled the hair she had tucked behind her ear back again. “President Yan, you’re too polite. It all happened so suddenly. It was just a bodily instinct. As long as you’re all right.”

Yan Zhi Mo did not comment. “Speaking of which, how long has Secretary Liu been with our company?”

Secretary Liu froze, then realized something. She quickly sat up a little straighter and nodded. “President Yan, it has been two years.”

“Two years…” Yan Zhi Mo instinctively tapped the armrest of the sofa twice with his finger and said unhurriedly, “You really should be rewarded.”

Secretary Liu’s breathing immediately grew a little heavier.

Her current position was life secretary. To put it plainly, she was someone who ran errands and handled miscellaneous tasks.

She had gone straight from a master’s program into a doctorate, graduated from a famous university, and considered herself both talented and beautiful. She had long been dissatisfied with her current position. Now that she saw hope for promotion, it was inevitable that she would feel excited.

“I’ll personally reimburse all of your hospitalization expenses during this period. Just rest and recover in peace. When you return to the company, come to my office first and get the transfer report from me. After that, you can go help out in the administrative department.”

Secretary Liu inhaled softly.

The administrative department was mainly responsible for drafting company documents, as well as receiving and sending materials and reports exchanged between the company and other parties. It counted as formally entering the company’s internal operations. If handled well, she would be able to learn quite a lot.

With her current qualifications, she really would not have been able to enter. These injuries were truly not suffered in vain.

Secretary Liu looked at Yan Zhi Mo and said seriously, “Thank you for your trust, President Yan. I definitely won’t disappoint you. I’ll strive to secure better benefits for the company.”

Jian An Mian could not help thinking, It would already be good if you didn’t send the money from President Yan’s company outside.

“No, I should be the one thanking you.” Yan Zhi Mo held Jian An Mian’s hand and stood up. “Then rest well. I won’t disturb you any longer. I wish you a speedy recovery.”

Jian An Mian looked at his hand being held and thought blankly that although the process was a little strange, the result was indeed the same as in the novel.

Once they reached the corridor, Yan Zhi Mo let go of his hand. He lowered his eyes and looked indifferently at Jian An Mian. “I’m going back to my hospital room. I’ll have the driver send you home. Is that all right?”

Although it was phrased as a question, his tone brooked no refusal, as though he were saying: you do not have the right to choose.

Yan Zhi Mo’s face held no expression. His brows and eyes were lowered, the angle of his brow bones sharp as knives. His thin lips revealed cold indifference. How could any trace of the tenderness from just now still be seen?

Jian An Mian’s heartbeat sped up slightly. This was the moody scumbag top from the novel. He treated the main bottom like a plaything. When the mood struck, he would take him to bed and toy with him, saying sweet words to coax him. When he lost interest, he could kick him aside and coldly watch as the main bottom was bullied by all kinds of people connected to him, only to ironically come to his senses at the very end.

However, by then, everything was already too late.

Jian An Mian was terrified. He was not afraid of death. He was only afraid of the man’s cold face and strong body, as though the man could crush his arm with one hand. So he obediently nodded in agreement.

He would be even more obedient than the main bottom in the novel. He hoped that when Yan Zhi Mo tormented him, he could be a little gentler.

However, most of the torment in the novel was emotional. As for physical torment, it was either because the main top had been too rough, or because the main bottom had fallen ill on his own.

He did not care about emotional torment. In any case, it was impossible for him to be hurt by that.

As for physical torment… he had endured a full twenty years of illness and pain in his last life. No matter how bad the main top’s technique was, it could not possibly be more painful than what his illness had brought him, right?

How could Yan Zhi Mo possibly know that he, a thirty-year-old pure virgin who had never even touched anyone, had already been stamped by his own wife as bad at it?

After sending Jian An Mian away, Yan Zhi Mo opened his phone and first sent a message to his private detective friend.

Yan Zhi Mo: Secretary Liu’s personal information file.

The moment he thought of how Secretary Liu had tried to pose seductively in front of him in the hospital room just now, Yan Zhi Mo felt a wave of disgust. That was why he had deliberately gotten close to Jian An Mian, to embarrass Secretary Liu.

Yan Zhi Mo: Help me investigate this person. Pay special attention to her dealings with my second uncle’s side. This morning’s car accident should be connected to both of them.

Xiao Han Zhou: Got it.

Yan Zhi Mo returned to his hospital room, rubbed his brow with his fingers, and gathered his thoughts.

Although he had awakened, what he had in his head was only the novel plot from an omniscient point of view. And this was a romance novel. The main perspective was the main bottom’s. Very little was written about the main top’s business storyline, and most of it was summarized in passing. He only knew which people were problematic. The process of dealing with them would still have to rely on himself.

Secretary Liu was only a minor cannon fodder character in the novel. She could not stir up much of a storm. The truly troublesome ones were his second uncle and cousin behind Secretary Liu.

He had fought that family of lunatics for so many years, and they had always remained deadlocked. He really did not know how the version of him in the novel, who spent all day thinking only about getting into bed with the main bottom, won against them while ruled by his lower half.

Speaking of the main bottom, Yan Zhi Mo’s brows immediately furrowed even tighter.

Most of the chaotic messes in the novel had arisen because of the main bottom. The most direct way to avoid everything was naturally to stay away from the so-called novel protagonist bottom.

Known fact: he married the main bottom, and in the ending, he would die.

Conclusion: as long as he divorced him, he would not die.

After figuring out this simple logic, Yan Zhi Mo immediately called his lawyer friend. “Old Fu, please draft a divorce agreement for me in a while. I’ll need it later.”

“Divorce? Didn’t you just get married? Why are you getting divorced so quickly? How come I heard from Yong that you and that little wife of yours are actually pretty clingy?”

Yan Zhi Mo laughed. “As long as we’ve had the certificate for even one day, then he is my person for that day. Under legal premises, no matter what I do to him, it is perfectly justified. As for the divorce, you don’t need to concern yourself with that. I have my own plans.”

“…Hiss. So scummy. I wrongly accused Yong. Compared to you, he should simply feel ashamed of his inferiority.”

“All right, hurry up and prepare it for me. I’ll send someone to you later to pick it up.”

Yan Zhi Mo put down his phone. Jian An Mian’s clear, clean eyes flashed through his mind.

He shook his head, got out of bed, and put on his shoes while sending a message to the driver, preparing to leave the hospital.

He was not a good person anyway. What did it have to do with him what kind of harm his actions would cause the main bottom? As long as he could ensure his own safety, that was enough.