After Transmigrating into a Sadistic Novel, the Socially Anxious Sickly Beauty Just Wants to Sleep - Chapter 20

The car pulled up at the school gate. After getting out of the driver’s seat, Yan Zhimuo went to the passenger side to open the door for Jian Anmian and led him out by the hand.

Special Assistant Yuwen and two bodyguards in black uniforms followed from the back. Under Yuwen Chi’s direction, the bodyguards took Jian Anmian’s luggage and followed silently behind Yan Zhimuo and Jian Anmian into the school gates.

It was registration day for freshmen, and the school didn’t allow cars inside. All luggage had to be handled by parents and students themselves.

The tree-lined roads were packed with parents sending their children off. The freshmen, with faces full of hope and youthful energy, were either dragging luggage while drenched in sweat or looking around curiously. Volunteers in red vests enthusiastically greeted students and parents, tirelessly boasting about the school’s long history and prestigious status.

Suddenly, two tall men wearing sunglasses and black suits—looking like a scene straight out of a mob movie—stroked forward, each carrying two suitcases without a word.

Behind them was a tall, handsome man of extraordinary bearing. He wore an expensive jet-black suit and sunglasses that hid his eyes. However, from his high bridge of the nose, superior brow bone, and cold, thin lips, one could sense a powerful and aloof aura.

Yet, this intimidating man was carefully holding the hand of a thin, frail-looking boy in one palm, while using his other hand to carefully hold an umbrella over the youth.

The boy wore a mask, hiding his face, but his exposed skin was white as snow, and his lowered lashes were long and thick. He gripped the man’s hand nervously, his obedient appearance radiating complete reliance and admiration for the man.

Almost instantly, the area within a five-meter radius fell silent. People instinctively moved to either side to make way. Only after the group passed did they raise their heads and start gossiping excitedly.

“Whoa, who is that?”

“What a grand entrance!”

“Crap, bodyguards! I’ve only seen that on TV. Which family’s young master is this?”

Jian Anmian was so embarrassed he wanted to curl his toes into the pavement. He wished he could hide his face in the man’s chest; he felt he had lost all face!

Yan Zhimuo had long been accustomed to the stares of others and felt nothing. He stole a glance at Jian Anmian, his lips curling up involuntarily. This little puppy was so shy and clingy, staying glued to him the moment they stepped out. He was terrified of people.

How would such a delicate little puppy survive without me?

Enjoying the boy’s dependence, Yan Zhimuo comforted him gently, “Don’t be afraid. They can’t touch you.”

“That’s not it…” Jian Anmian shook his head in agony, looking like he was about to cry.

It was true they couldn’t be touched, but didn’t the man realize how incredibly eye-catching this was?! His social anxiety was dying!

Yan Zhimuo paused, seemingly realizing that they did indeed look like a mob boss being cleared by his subordinates. He said to the bodyguards in front, “Move behind us.”

“Yes, President Yan.”

The bodyguards shifted from the front to the back. As a result, they now looked like a mob boss inspecting his territory with his henchmen in tow.

Jian Anmian: “…”

Yuwen Chi: “…”

Yan Zhimuo hesitated and said, “Then just stay on either side of us.”

“Yes, President Yan.”

The bodyguards moved to their flanks. Now they looked like a mob boss patrolling his turf with his entourage.

Yan Zhimuo covered his face and waved them away. “…Just stay further back from us.”

“Yes, President Yan.”

The bodyguards moved several meters away. Consequently, the empty space around them expanded even further.

Jian Anmian: “…”

Yuwen Chi: “…”

Yan Zhimuo: “…”

Jian Anmian took a sharp breath, his face turning bright red as he gripped the man’s arm, nearly losing his balance.

Yan Zhimuo asked anxiously, “Mianmian, what’s wrong? Heatstroke?”

“No,” Jian Anmian whispered tremulously, covering his face in despair. “It’s just too embarrassing! Waaaah!” He felt like he couldn’t breathe!

Yan Zhimuo: “…”

Yuwen Chi had a sudden flash of wit and said, “President Yan, why don’t I take them ahead to wait for you? When you arrive, we’ll head upstairs together.”

Maintaining his CEO poise, Yan Zhimuo nodded. “Fine. You go ahead. I’ll take Mianmian to register and get the key, then we’ll meet at the dorm building.”

Once the bodyguards left, things indeed improved significantly. Although the man was still a magnet for attention due to his looks, at least they didn’t have to worry about the school security guards arresting them as suspicious characters!

Ten minutes later, the group met at the dormitory. The bodyguards took the luggage and flew up the stairs. Unfortunately, Jian Anmian’s dorm was on the fifth floor—the top of the building.

Jian Anmian began to pant slightly after two flights. After a few more steps, his heart rate spiked. He had to slow his pace to a crawl. A distance that normal people could cover in minutes took him several times longer.

Yan Zhimuo showed no impatience; instead, he supported Jian Anmian with concern, his dry palm pressed gently against the boy’s thin back. He complained, “What kind of trashy school is this? How poor are they? A building this high and they can’t even afford an elevator!”

Jian Anmian’s eyes widened. This was one of the top universities in the country, yet the man called it a “trashy school”!

Yan Zhimuo frowned and declared dominantly, “It’s time to donate some elevators to this poor school.”

Jian Anmian: “…” Classic Domineering CEO.

Jian Anmian finally managed to convince Yan Zhimuo to drop the elevator idea. When they finally stopped, they were at the dorm room door. Yan Zhimuo used the key to open it.

The bodyguards placed the luggage inside and began cleaning the room with silent efficiency. A boy who had been squatting on the floor unpacking looked up in a daze. Seeing a crowd of people suddenly appear, including two burly men in suits, his first reaction was a terrified gasp.

However, a second later, his expression became very serious. He stood up and said coolly, “Hello. I’m Mu Ziwong, from the Physical Education department.”

“Hello, I’m Jian Anmian, from the Literature department.” Jian Anmian politely removed his mask and nervously rubbed his hands against his pants, hesitant about whether to shake hands with his new roommate. His palms were sweaty; a handshake would be awkward.

Luckily, the new roommate had no intention of shaking hands. He nodded coldly, then squatted back down, shrinking into a tiny ball, and continued unpacking in silence.

Jian Anmian: “…” Wait, did he just sense the familiar scent of a fellow socially anxious person?

Yan Zhimuo walked over to Mu Ziwong and said politely, “Hello. Mianmian is in poor health and needs medication often. He’s also allergic to many things. I’ll have to trouble you to look after him.”

His bearing was elegant and composed, radiating the maturity and presence of a powerful man. Mu Ziwong stood up abruptly, his face turning red. After a long pause, he squeezed out a muffled, “Mhm.”

Jian Anmian: “…” I think I’ve discovered something incredible!

Yan Zhimuo looked around. “Are you the only one here? Where are the others?”

Mu Ziwong kept his eyes down. “…Just me. The others haven’t arrived.”

Yan Zhimuo nodded and pulled out his phone. “Let’s exchange contact info. I might reach out later to check on Mianmian’s situation.”

Mu Ziwong didn’t dare refuse. This small roommate’s guardian looked too powerful and terrifying. Although he really didn’t want to add a stranger’s WeChat, he opened his QR code obediently.

“Are you his brother?” Mu Ziwong instinctively started typing “Jian Anmian’s Guardian” as a nickname. He didn’t follow business news, so he didn’t recognize Yan Zhimuo.

Yan Zhimuo glanced at Jian Anmian, who had instinctively looked over. He smirked and said, “I am his husband.”

Mu Ziwong: “!!!”

Seeing his roommate so shocked, Jian Anmian lowered his head, looking like a bashful young bride. Mu Ziwong was staggered. This tiny, delicate roommate… was already a “married man”?! Same-sex marriage was legal, but they were so young. Married right at adulthood? That meant they already… did that?

This is too… lewd! /////

Mu Ziwong accidentally met Jian Anmian’s dark eyes. Whatever he was imagining made his face turn bright red instantly. Without another look at Jian Anmian, his tall frame bolted behind his bed curtains to hide.

Jian Anmian: “…”

Yan Zhimuo personally helped Jian Anmian unpack, with Yuwen Chi assisting efficiently. Their dorm was a standard “bed over desk” setup with stairs on the side of the closet.

As Yan Zhimuo put things away, he carefully told Jian Anmian where everything was. He specifically emphasized that the large box of medicine must be kept locked away.

Once the suitcases were emptied, Yan Zhimuo wiped the chair clean and firmly sat Jian Anmian down. He then climbed onto the bed to help hang the curtains. Since the kid loved sleeping, Yan Zhimuo had chosen a “Starry Night” blue curtain—a beautiful, tranquil sea of stars.

The bedding set featured stars and clouds, and the plush dog from home was brought along and placed softly at the head of the bed. Finally, he clipped a star-shaped lamp to the rail and hung a small basket for tissues and miscellaneous items. He had thought of everything.

Satisfied, Yan Zhimuo stepped back to admire his handiwork. The thought of the beautiful boy sleeping in this warm nest every night gave him a strange sense of fulfillment.

Assistant Yuwen and the bodyguards finished helping and quietly withdrew to wait downstairs, leaving the couple to say their final goodbyes.

Before leaving, Yan Zhimuo stroked Jian Anmian’s head, his deep voice incredibly soft. “Good boy, take care of yourself at school. Don’t worry about military training; I’ve already handled that with the school. I’ve arranged for a nearby restaurant to deliver your meals every day. The dorm warden will let them in, so just wait for the door in your room. Don’t eat cafeteria food; an accidental allergy would be disastrous. It’s too hot out, so rest in your room and don’t wander off. If anyone bullies you or if you feel unwell, call me.”

“I understand, Mr. Yan.” Looking at the man’s gentle eyes and all the meticulous arrangements made for him, Jian Anmian’s heart softened. A wave of reluctance suddenly washed over him.

In the two months since he transmigrated, the man had been by his side. Although the man was domineering and loved to tease him, he was mostly gentle, powerful, and gave him a total sense of security. Now, he suddenly had to leave and live alone.

If he could, he didn’t want this freedom at all. He just wanted to lie in a sealed nest forever, doing nothing but eating and sleeping.

Yan Zhimuo pinched his cheek. “Come home on weekends. I’ll visit when I have time.”

“Okay. Goodbye, Mr. Yan.” Jian Anmian followed him to the stairs, waving piteously as the man walked down. He looked like a puppy being left at a kennel by its owner.

Yan Zhimuo stood at the foot of the stairs, looking up through the railings at Jian Anmian. The kid was wearing the clothes he had personally chosen, hands clutching the railing, his lips pouting and his bright eyes dimmed. He looked so dejected one could almost see his ears and tail drooping.

The sunlight from the rooftop window shot down like Cupid’s golden arrow, piercing straight into Yan Zhimuo’s heart. He felt as if a piece of his heart had caved in, like a building collapsing. A deafening roar sounded in his head. His heart began to pound against his chest wall, and his blood felt like it was boiling.

“Mianmian, come here,” Yan Zhimuo said, his reluctance reaching a peak. He instinctively raised his arms. “Let’s have a hug.”

Jian Anmian dazed for a second, then a brilliant smile broke across his face. He turned and sprinted down the stairs, face red and eyes sparkling. He threw himself into the man’s arms with bashful joy.

“Mr. Yan!”

With a soft thud, the youth buried himself in the man’s embrace, held tightly by strong arms. Tiny dust motes danced in the golden light.

Yan Zhimuo lowered his head and buried his nose in the boy’s soft hair. The scent of white orchid shampoo—which he had chosen personally—reminded him of a fresh summer breeze.

Jian Anmian’s heart was hammering. He had lunged so hard that his face was buried in the man’s chest, filled with the scent of cologne and a faint hint of tobacco. It was elegant and high-class. He hadn’t known the man smoked.

“Mr. Yan, thank you for taking care of me. I’ll miss you,” Jian Anmian muffled, his face scarlet.

Yan Zhimuo felt as if his heart had been nibbled by a puppy—not painful, but tingling and incredibly soft.

“So good,” he murmured, pulling the boy even closer.

I regret it, Yan Zhimuo thought, gritting his teeth.

In business, he never regretted his decisions, even if they failed. But this time, he truly regretted it. What was he thinking? Why did he agree to let the kid live at school?

Damn it.