After Transmigrating into a Sadistic Novel, the Socially Anxious Sickly Beauty Just Wants to Sleep - Chapter 3

As soon as Uncle Chen brought Jian An Mian back to the villa, he received a message from Yan Zhi Mo telling him to return. He could only put down the luggage and apologize to Jian An Mian. “Mr. Jian, I’ve placed your things by the door. President Yan is urgently calling me back, so I’ll be leaving first.”

“All right. Thank you, Uncle Chen.”

After Uncle Chen left, Jian An Mian turned around. Facing the tall, gorgeous villa before him, he nervously took a breath.

Starting today, he was the main top’s wife.

There were still several years before he died of illness. Hopefully, during these years, he could seal off his heart, abandon love, empty himself of all worldly desires, and not be tempted by the main top’s beauty into following in the main bottom’s footsteps.

Jian An Mian clenched his fist and pressed the doorbell. Not long after, the door opened. A warm, capable-looking woman came out in a whirlwind and hurriedly helped Jian An Mian with his luggage. “Oh my, this must be Little Mr. Jian. What a pretty child. No wonder Mr. Yan likes you. Why are you still standing at the door? Come in, come in. I’m the nanny at Mr. Yan’s home. You can just call me Auntie Wang.”

Jian An Mian followed her with little pattering steps. He lowered his head and instinctively used his mask to cover his face even more tightly, hiding his slightly reddened cheeks as he obediently called, “…Auntie Wang.”

Auntie Wang answered happily. “You must be hot after coming all this way, right? Old Chen, honestly, why didn’t he even help bring your luggage inside? Quickly, quickly, let’s go upstairs and turn on the air conditioner. I’ll help you put everything away.”

Jian An Mian’s room was on the second floor. The two took the elevator up, first going into the room to put away his things. After that, Auntie Wang went downstairs to cook. Before leaving, she did not forget to remind Jian An Mian to look around wherever he liked and not feel restrained.

After seeing Auntie Wang off, Jian An Mian quickly took off his mask. At last, he could not help furrowing his brows and leaning weakly against the side of the bed, mouth open as he breathed with difficulty. His face was as white as wallpaper.

He had ridden in cars too many times today. This body had a whole pile of illnesses, and one of them was carsickness. Severe carsickness, at that.

The main bottom must have taken medicine before going out that morning. After several car rides, he had somehow managed not to throw up, but that last trip had already reached today’s limit.

Jian An Mian rested on the bed for a while, then took off his long-sleeved shirt and long pants. Holding his clothes, he weakly went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After soaking in a hot bath, Jian An Mian finally felt a little better. If he had not already started feeling dizzy from anemia, he would have liked to soak for a little longer.

Auntie Wang happened to have finished making dinner, so Jian An Mian prepared to go downstairs to eat.

There was no need to take the elevator from the second floor to the first, so Jian An Mian went straight to the stairs.

Unexpectedly, when he reached the stairway and looked down, his vision suddenly went black. His heartbeat sped up, and it felt as if he was about to fall straight down. Jian An Mian was so frightened that he quickly retreated.

He had almost forgotten. The main bottom not only had anemia, low blood sugar, carsickness, and severe allergies, but also a fear of heights.

Of course, that was not all. Jian An Mian could not remember the rest of the illnesses for the moment. They would have to be personally explored later.

Jian An Mian: “…”

His understanding of sickly novel bottoms had suddenly been refreshed. To have survived until now was truly tenacious.

In any case, this body could still walk, which was much better than his last life, when he could only lie in bed.

Jian An Mian rested for a while. After his heartbeat eased, he had no choice but to take the elevator downstairs.

Only after sitting down at the dining table did Jian An Mian remember that he currently had severe allergies and could not touch many things.

And he was not the original owner, so even he did not know what he could not eat. This was rather awkward.

As if seeing Jian An Mian’s concerns, Auntie Wang smiled kindly. “It’s all right, Little Mr. Jian. You can eat without worry. Mr. Yan specially gave me your allergens before. Everything I made is food you can eat, so it’s fine.”

Jian An Mian let out a breath of relief and thanked her shyly. After pausing, he gathered his courage and asked softly, “Um… may I please have a copy of my allergens…?”

Auntie Wang froze for a moment, then immediately smiled. “Little Mr. Jian, you’re too polite. Of course you can. But I’m only responsible for your daily life, so I only have the food and contact allergens. It may not be very complete. For the full version, you might have to ask Mr. Yan.”

“All right, I understand. Thank you.” Jian An Mian gloomily thanked her and lowered his head to eat. In his heart, he quietly thought that it seemed he would still have to look for the main top after all.

Although he was not afraid of death, he also did not want to accidentally get himself killed without even knowing why.

But how should he ask? Would the main top think there was something wrong with his brain?

He did not even understand his own body and had to ask a husband he had just flash-married.

…It did sound like a serious illness. Sob.

After dinner, Jian An Mian returned to his room. Lying on the bed, he was still thinking about how to bring it up with the main top. As he thought and thought, he fell asleep.

A peaceful night’s sleep.

The next morning, Jian An Mian woke up naturally. For a dazed moment, he thought he had gone to heaven.

His body was warm, and the bed beneath him was soft. It was so comfortable. In this life, he had never been this comfortable before.

As expected, only after dying and going to heaven could one sleep this well, right?

Jian An Mian opened his drowsy eyes and stared at the ceiling for several minutes before belatedly remembering—

He had transmigrated into a book and become the sickly bottom of an angst novel. Although this body was full of problems, he now had a soft big bed, good sleep, and an empty little room with no one in it.

Oh my god. Only now did he realize that transmigrating into a book was such a wonderful thing!

In his previous life, he had been tormented by illness for a full twenty years. Until the day he died, he had never once slept well. He was going to make up for all the sleep he had lost!

Thinking of this, Jian An Mian yawned and slowly rubbed his eyes.

So sleepy. He would sleep a little more. When the time came, please wake him up so he could go die. Thank you… zZZ.

…

After awakening, Yan Zhi Mo learned some things. On the day of the car accident, he could not even wait before leaving the hospital and returning to the company to urgently handle a batch of matters. By the time he finally had a moment of free time, a week had already passed in the blink of an eye.

During this week, Secretary Liu had also been discharged from the hospital and, just as he had promised at the time, had been promoted into the administrative department.

The progress of Xiao Han Zhou’s investigation was not very smooth. This was also within Yan Zhi Mo’s expectations. With the way his second uncle did things, there was no way he would be so easily caught.

While Yan Zhi Mo was considering his next countermeasures, the car had already arrived home.

Auntie Wang heard the sound of the car and hurried out to greet him.

Yan Zhi Mo handed his coat to Auntie Wang, glanced around the house, and asked, “Where’s Jian An Mian?”

He had already decided on the divorce before, but had not expected to be delayed for several days because of certain matters. He had come back this time specifically to have Jian An Mian sign the divorce agreement.

Auntie Wang smiled and said, “Little Mr. Jian has already gone to sleep.”

“Gone to sleep?” Yan Zhi Mo froze and instinctively looked at the wall clock.

Nine o’clock at night.

“He sleeps this early?”

Auntie Wang said with heartache, “Little Mr. Jian isn’t in good health. Every night, he goes to sleep before the sky has even turned dark.”

Yan Zhi Mo: “…Then what time does he wake up in the morning?”

Auntie Wang smiled. “Whenever it’s time to eat, he comes downstairs by himself. Then after eating, he goes back upstairs to sleep.”

Yan Zhi Mo: “…”

Had he married a sleep god?

…

Upstairs.

After Jian An Mian woke from his sleep, he suddenly felt a strong urge to pee. He did not even have time to turn on the light and hurriedly ran to the bathroom in the dark. After relieving himself, Jian An Mian came out again in the dark as though sleepwalking.

Although the curtains were drawn in the room, it was not so dark that he could not see his own hand in front of his face. Yet Jian An Mian seemed like a blind person, arms outstretched as he felt his way forward. His drowsy eyes could not focus in the dimness no matter what.

Strange. Why was the room so dark? He could not see anything at all. These curtains really had good blackout effects.

Forget it. The bed was only a few steps away. There was no need to turn on the light.

At the same time, Yan Zhi Mo, who had finished dinner, originally planned to return to his own room. But when he passed by Jian An Mian’s door and suddenly heard movement inside, his footsteps paused slightly.

Since Jian An Mian happened to be awake, he might as well go in directly and have him sign the divorce agreement, in case Yan Zhi Mo went to work tomorrow morning while Jian An Mian still had not woken up, and the two of them missed each other again.

Thinking this, Yan Zhi Mo walked over and knocked on the door.

Inside the room.

Jian An Mian had just felt his way to the door when a burst of knocking suddenly sounded extremely close by his ear, and a series of fine vibrations traveled through his palm.

“Ah!”

Jian An Mian jumped in fright and instinctively took two steps back. He did not know what he accidentally bumped into, but his body abruptly lost balance, and with a thud, he fell onto the carpet.

“Jian An Mian?”

Hearing the movement inside the room, Yan Zhi Mo frowned and quickly tried turning the handle. To his surprise, the door opened directly.

At the doorway, Jian An Mian was wearing soft pure-cotton pajamas, sitting where he had fallen on the white fluffy carpet.

The corridor light crossed the doorframe and illuminated his face.

In Jian An Mian’s pitch-black eyes, fear had not yet faded. His lashes were a little damp, his lips were slightly parted, and his expression was very dazed.

Yan Zhi Mo paused. “Are you all right?”

“I’m… I’m fine.” Jian An Mian’s face flushed red at once. Being seen right after falling down was so embarrassing.

He braced his hands against the floor and wanted to stand up. Yan Zhi Mo hurried forward to help him.

Just then, the voice-activated light in the corridor went out. Jian An Mian’s vision instantly plunged into pitch darkness. He watched helplessly as Yan Zhi Mo’s face suddenly disappeared before his eyes, as if he had gone blind.

Jian An Mian immediately panicked. The fear of being in darkness swallowed him in an instant. His heartbeat sped up, and his breathing tightened. Instinctively, he called out to the powerful man in front of him, stretching both arms out helplessly into the air as he searched. “Mr. Yan…”

“Jian An Mian?” Yan Zhi Mo frowned. He grabbed Jian An Mian’s wrists firmly with both hands and pressed them against the wall, asking in a low voice, “Can you see me? Jian An Mian?”

Because Jian An Mian had social anxiety, he was unused to physical contact. Now that his eyes could not see, the sensation of touch across his body was magnified without limit.

The man’s palms around his wrists were broad and dry. Waves of warm heat seeped into Jian An Mian’s blood through the skin where they touched, bringing with them a dense, tingling itch. The breathing that fell beside his ear was close at hand, very hot and very low, while the back pressed against the wall was icy cold.

With cold and heat alternating, Jian An Mian’s heart beat even faster. The back of his head went numb, and his chest felt heavy and blocked, as if a stone were pressing down on it. He could barely breathe. “Mr. Yan, I can’t see…”

Help. How had he forgotten? The original owner also had night blindness!

Since moving into this villa, he had fallen asleep every day before the sky went dark. By the time he opened his eyes the next morning, it was already light. He had never encountered darkness at all, so he naturally did not know that this body would go blind as long as it was in a dimly lit place.

In addition to that, the original owner’s lungs were also poor. He had a terrible pneumothorax, and whenever he got nervous, he easily became unable to breathe, as though he could faint at any moment.

Jian An Mian: “…”

This body was simply unusable!

Yan Zhi Mo lowered his head. The young man in his hands had his lips slightly parted, breathing with difficulty and heaviness. A suffocated flush tinted his face. His lashes trembled violently, and his body shook faintly.

Because of Yan Zhi Mo’s touch, even the corners of his eyes had flushed shyly red, making him look like a pitiful little animal caught by a wild beast.

“Jian An Mian, calm down!” Yan Zhi Mo said in a deep voice.

Jian An Mian wanted to cry but had no tears. “…”

It’s precisely because you’re holding me that I can’t calm down!

For some reason, Yan Zhi Mo slowly leaned closer, reached out one hand, and gently brushed aside Jian An Mian’s bangs.

He met a pair of large, dark eyes. In the darkness, they were filled with moist, sparkling light, prettier than any gem he had ever seen.

With his now-free hand, Jian An Mian clutched Yan Zhi Mo’s sleeve and called in a trembling voice, “Mr. Yan…”

Please let go of me. I’m about to stop breathing!

Yan Zhi Mo’s gaze darkened. “No acting spoiled.”

Jian An Mian: “…?”

He wasn’t. He didn’t!

Yan Zhi Mo paused, then added, “But acting spoiled is fine too.”

He was rather weak to this sort of thing.

Jian An Mian: “???”

Yan Zhi Mo seemed to have misunderstood Jian An Mian’s meaning. He bent down directly, lifted Jian An Mian into his arms bridal-style, and reached the bed in just a few steps, placing him on it. Staring at Jian An Mian’s bright red face, he knowingly asked, “Is there anything else you need me to do?”

“Please help me turn on the light.” Jian An Mian paused, then asked softly, “Can you?”

Yan Zhi Mo smiled. “I can.”

He stretched out his arm and turned on the small lamp on the bedside table.

With a click, warm orange light instantly filled the entire room.

Jian An Mian instinctively closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again and adjusted to the light.

Finally, he could see the light of day again!

Jian An Mian quickly glanced at Yan Zhi Mo, then lowered his head and said very stiffly, “Mr. Yan, thank you.”

Yan Zhi Mo smiled. “You’re welcome.”

Sensing that the man was still staring at him, Jian An Mian immediately became restless. “Mr. Yan… is there anything else?”

If there was nothing else, could he hurry out and let him sleep? Sob.

Yan Zhi Mo was silent for two seconds. “There is indeed something I need to discuss with you.”

After speaking, Yan Zhi Mo walked to the door, picked up the briefcase that had fallen onto the carpet, and took out a divorce agreement. He stuffed a pen into Jian An Mian’s hand and said, “After careful consideration during this period, I feel that there are still many aspects of this marriage between us that are not quite suitable. I hope we can reconsider our relationship.”

Jian An Mian froze. “…Ah?”

Yan Zhi Mo spoke in a businesslike tone. “You can raise any conditions you want. I will also give you everything guaranteed in the previous agreement as compensation.”

Jian An Mian did not have much of an opinion. He was just… a little confused.

Strange. This part did not exist in the original text. Could it be a butterfly effect caused by his transmigration?

But no matter what, he had no right to choose.

Since the main top wanted a divorce, then they could divorce. The sooner they divorced, the sooner he could sleep. He was so sleepy.

Jian An Mian picked up the divorce agreement. Without even looking at it, he flipped straight to the final section where a signature was needed, pointed to the blank space, looked up at Yan Zhi Mo, and asked obediently, “May I ask if I sign here?”

For some reason, seeing Jian An Mian agree so readily made Yan Zhi Mo’s chest suddenly feel a little stuffy. His tone also became much colder. He nodded indifferently. “Mm, right there. Sign it. Once you sign, we’ll immediately get div—”

With a plop, the pen fell to the floor, splattering black ink across a patch of the snow-white carpet.

Startled, Jian An Mian withdrew his hand into the blanket, revealing a pair of cautious eyes. He said timidly, “I… I’m sorry, Mr. Yan. I don’t think I have any strength left. Could you please wait while I recharge first?”

He had not expected this body to be this weak either. It had only been a little fright in the darkness, yet he could not even hold a pen.

Yan Zhi Mo silently picked up the pen. “…It’s all right. We’ll talk after you wake up. In any case, the pen can’t be used anymore.”

As for the fact that he could clearly go back to the study and get another pen…

Whatever. He would just say he was too lazy to walk.

“Thank you, Mr. Yan. Then… good night, Mr. Yan?”

“Good night.” Yan Zhi Mo left the room with the blank divorce agreement and gently closed the door.

Even he did not realize that at the moment he picked up the pen, he had actually let out a quiet sigh of relief.