After Transmigrating into a Sadistic Novel, the Socially Anxious Sickly Beauty Just Wants to Sleep - Chapter 4

The next morning, Jian Anmian woke up and, predictably, did not see Yan Zhimuo. The carpet that had been stained with ink the night before had been taken away at some point.

While eating breakfast, Jian Anmian learned from Auntie Wang that Yan Zhimuo had left for work at 8:00 AM. Jian Anmian simply gave an “oh” in response and went back to his room.

However, it was impossible not to find Yan Zhimuo’s unusual behavior from the previous night strange.

Jian Anmian sat on the edge of the bed, head lowered, staring at the brand-new snow-white carpet while slowly swinging his feet.

What on earth had he done to make the male lead suddenly want to divorce him? Was it because he wasn’t the original soul, so the male lead looked down on him? Was the power of the “Official Novel Couple” really that strong?

Jian Anmian sighed, rubbed his eyes, and fell back into the covers drowsily.

Whatever, I won’t think about it. It’s not something I can decide anyway. Better to seize the time and take another nap.

Yan Zhimuo sat in his office, fingers tapping the desk rhythmically as he listened absentmindedly to a subordinate’s report.

The subordinate hadn’t heard Yan Zhimuo speak for a long time—only that steady tap, tap, tap. His heart rate quickened as he swallowed hard and asked cautiously, “President Yan? Was there something wrong with what I said?”

Yan Zhimuo snapped back to reality, his fingers stopping. “No. Continue.”

The subordinate breathed a sigh of relief but remained on high alert, putting 120% of his focus into finishing the report.

After the subordinate left, Yan Zhimuo remained silent for a long while before suddenly speaking to his special assistant, Yuwen Chi: “Last night, I took the divorce agreement back and intended to have Jian Anmian sign it.”

Yuwen Chi listened quietly.

He had finally recovered and returned to his post without wasting a single second. He didn’t know what that Secretary Liu had given him, but he’d had diarrhea for three whole days. That wicked woman—she really deserved to die.

“Later, because the pen dropped, the signature wasn’t made. I could have gone back to the study to get another pen, yet I didn’t,” Yan Zhimuo looked at Yuwen Chi. “What do you think about that?”

Yuwen Chi: “…”

I think you’re a scumbag, that’s what I think.

Keeping a professional smile, Yuwen Chi said, “I just feel… that doesn’t sound like your usual style.”

Yan Zhimuo paused. “And what should my style be?”

“Usually, when you decide on something, you execute it immediately. You don’t allow for a single moment of delay.”

Yan Zhimuo pondered for a moment. “You’re right.”

That procrastinating behavior last night was unlike him. He must have been too tired from work. This divorce should be finalized immediately.

Yan Zhimuo stood up, walked to the window, and dialed Jian Anmian’s number.

On the other side.

Jian Anmian was sleeping soundly when his phone suddenly rang. He groped for it in a daze and squinted at the caller ID: Mr. Yan.

Jian Anmian was startled awake and sat up instantly.

As someone with social anxiety, he spoke as little as possible. If he could type, he wouldn’t send a voice message; if he could send a voice message, he wouldn’t call; and if he could call, he wouldn’t video chat. He didn’t understand why something couldn’t be typed out. He felt a small spark of resentment toward Yan Zhimuo for calling.

However, he was still very fearful of the man and only dared to grumble in his heart.

He stared at the ringing phone as if it were a hot potato, not daring to answer it for several seconds. His heart rate began to climb.

Calm down, calm down. It’s just a phone call. It’ll be over quickly.

He gripped the phone between his hands, wiping sweat from his palms. He took a deep breath—and answered!

But because he was too nervous, his finger slipped. He accidentally hit “Decline.”

“Ah!” Jian Anmian covered his face in despair. “Mr. Yan, I didn’t mean it!”

Across the line.

Yan Zhimuo heard the “The person you are calling is busy” automated message. He pulled the phone away and stared in disbelief at the name “Jian Anmian” on the screen.

He had been hung up on? Someone… actually dared to hang up on him?

Before his anger could flare, his phone rang. It was Jian Anmian calling back.

Yan Zhimuo huffed and petty-mindedly let it ring for thirty seconds before answering.

“Hanging up on me? Hmm?”

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Jian Anmian’s soft voice came through. “S-sorry, Mr. Yan. I was too nervous and pressed the wrong button. I didn’t mean to hang up. Please forgive me.”

Because he wasn’t used to phone calls, his voice trembled and carried a hint of a sob. Yan Zhimuo could almost visualize the youth biting his lip in anxiety, eyes turning red with guilt, terrified of being scolded.

Almost instantly, Yan Zhimuo’s anger vanished.

“It’s fine,” Yan Zhimuo said warmly. “I’m not that petty.”

Yuwen Chi, who had just watched him wait thirty seconds to answer: “…” Heh. I’ll just stay silent.

“Thank you, Mr. Yan. Is there a reason you called?”

“Yes. Get ready. I’ll have the driver pick you up and bring you to the company. We’ll sign the divorce papers here and then go straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau.”

“Oh… okay. I’m getting out of bed now.” The sound of rustling blankets came through the phone.

“…” Yan Zhimuo looked at the time on his screen. 3:00 PM. Just getting out of bed.

He decided to give up on trying to figure out how many hours a day Jian Anmian spent sleeping. “Hurry up then. The driver will call you when he arrives.”

Jian Anmian: “…” Another phone call!

Not daring to defy him, Jian Anmian nodded unhappily before realizing the man couldn’t see him. “Okay, I understand,” he mumbled.

Yan Zhimuo’s heart skipped a beat. Did Jian Anmian’s voice sound… a little sad? Did he actually not want the divorce?

After hanging up, Yan Zhimuo recalled that soft, mumbly voice. He smirked and said to Yuwen Chi with a good mood, “Cancel my afternoon appointments. I’m going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce.”

His tone sounded like he was going to get married.

Yuwen Chi: “…” This CEO has a ‘brain problem’ for sure.

An hour later, Jian Anmian arrived at the company.

The traffic had been heavy. Even with motion sickness medicine, the stop-and-go movement made him feel unwell. He sat on a sofa in the lobby gasping for air, his face pale.

Uncle Chen, the driver, had already called Yan Zhimuo. Seeing the boy’s state, he felt pity and brought over a cup of hot tea. Jian Anmian whispered a thank you but didn’t dare drink it.

Who knew if he was allergic to tea leaves? He still hadn’t asked for that list.

It was working hours. Professional female employees in high heels walked like the wind, and male managers in suits carried briefcases with serious expressions. Jian Anmian hated public places, especially crowded ones. Luckily, everyone seemed too busy to notice him.

However, he didn’t know that in places he couldn’t see, the “busy” office ladies had walked past several times just to look at him. The male managers were peeking from the corners of their eyes while pretending to check their watches. The receptionists had openly opened a group chat.

Chat Log:

“Isn’t Uncle Chen the CEO’s personal driver? Why did he bring such a cute little boy?”

“A relative of the CEO?”

“I don’t believe it. Let us see!”

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“Ahhh so soft and cute! Too bad he’s wearing a mask. Auntie wants to take it off and give him a kiss ^3^”

CEO’s Office Secretary: “A little bird told me President Yan got married recently… to an 18-year-old boy.”

“What?! My god is married? I’m heartbroken!”

“Wait, could it be this one?”

“Looks like it. No wonder President Yan couldn’t hold back [smoking emoji]”

“Tsk tsk, President Yan is quite the ‘closet pervert.’ 18 years old…”

“Am I the only one shocked that President Yan is gay? If I’d known, I would have tried! [crying]”

Special Assistant – Yuwen Chi: [I’m just watching you all silently.jpg]

“??? Why is Yuwen in this group?! Which idiot let him in?”

[Message Retracted]

“Assistant Yuwen, let me explain! I have no designs on the CEO’s wife! Please don’t tell him! QAQ!”

Yuwen Chi sighed. Too bad the poor kid won’t be the CEO’s wife for much longer.

Yuwen Chi: “Pay attention, everyone. President Yan is coming down the elevator now.”

“!!!!!”

“Thanks for the heads up! Bye Yuwen!”

[System: You have been kicked out of the group chat.]

Yuwen Chi: “…” Burning the bridge after crossing it, huh?

Jian Anmian was dazing over his tea when the lobby suddenly went silent. He looked up in confusion to see the private elevator open. Yan Zhimuo stepped out, looking handsome and aloof. He wore a crisp black suit and an elegant watch. He scanned the room, met Jian Anmian’s dazed eyes, smirked, and walked straight over to him in front of everyone.

Yuwen Chi followed and extended a hand to Jian Anmian. “Hello, Mr. Jian. I am Yuwen Chi, President Yan’s special assistant.”

Yan Zhimuo’s brow furrowed. He pushed Yuwen Chi’s hand back without changing his expression. “No need for a handshake. Mianmian doesn’t like being touched by others.”

A soft gasp rippled through the lobby.

Yuwen Chi: “…” You really do have a ‘brain problem’!

Jian Anmian blinked and said to Yuwen Chi, “…Hello.”

There he was—the “Omnipotent Assistant” from CEO novels! The one who conquers the business world and helps the lead chase his wife. Whether it was “I want all the information on this man in five minutes” or “The weather is cold, the Wang family should go bankrupt,” the assistant always delivered.

Jian Anmian stole a quick glance at Yuwen Chi’s hairline. He isn’t bald yet… how resilient!

Yuwen Chi, sensing a gaze, instinctively touched his head. Huh?

Yan Zhimuo scanned the room, and the curious heads immediately ducked back. “Too many people here. Come up with me first.”

Jian Anmian nodded quickly, thinking resentfully: It’s because you’re too eye-catching! The man was too handsome; wherever he went, he became the focus.

Once they stepped into the private elevator, the space felt cramped with two large men inside. Jian Anmian stole a glance at Yuwen Chi and instinctively shuffled closer to Yan Zhimuo. Regardless of everything, the male lead was the first person he had “known” since transmigrating. He was afraid of strangers, and compared to someone he didn’t know at all, he felt safer near Yan Zhimuo.

Suddenly, the elevator passed a dark section of the building and entered a glass-walled atrium. The space was flooded with light. Jian Anmian realized this was a transparent sightseeing elevator.

The sun hung high, scorching the sea of cars and people below. Jian Anmian squinted and instinctively looked down.

Everything felt stepped upon. The tiny black dots below moved like ants, and the ground looked like a gaping abyss miles away. He felt suspended in mid-air, liable to fall and shatter at any second.

A wave of intense palpitations swept through him. His back went cold, his breathing accelerated, and his strength vanished. He slid limply down against the glass wall.

“Jian Anmian?!” Yan Zhimuo quickly squatted to support him. “What’s wrong?”

Jian Anmian’s head buzzed. His chest felt blocked by a giant rock. His lips moved, but no sound came out.

Yuwen Chi quickly said, “President Yan, he looks like he has acrophobia!”

Not just a fear of heights—he was hyperventilating. Jian Anmian ripped off his mask, gasping for air, sweat breaking out on his forehead. He began to cough uncontrollably.

Yan Zhimuo cursed and smashed the buttons for the nearest floors. In his panic, he missed several. Finally, the elevator stopped at a random floor. Yan Zhimuo scooped him up and rushed out.

“Jian Anmian, are you better? Speak!”

He couldn’t. He couldn’t breathe. He clutched his chest, coughing so hard it felt like his organs would come out. First night blindness, now acrophobia—this body was just stacking debuffs!

Yan Zhimuo was flustered. Not because he was annoyed, but out of a helpless anxiety. “Call an ambulance, now!”

He barked the order at Yuwen Chi, then looked at the trembling youth. He pulled Jian Anmian’s hands away from his face and pressed him against the wall. His large palm acted like a mask, covering Jian Anmian’s face perfectly.

Such a small face, Yan Zhimuo thought inappropriately.

Four eyes met. The world went quiet. Only the sound of their heavy, tangled breathing remained. Jian Anmian suddenly noticed a tiny, faint mole on the man’s Adam’s apple. It shifted as the man swallowed. It looked… sexy.

“Calm down yet?” Yan Zhimuo asked.

Jian Anmian realized what he was thinking and looked away, his face flushing. “Mhm…”

Yan Zhimuo let go. His hand was damp with the boy’s saliva. Jian Anmian wanted to die on the spot. “S-sorry! Please go wash your hands!”

“It’s fine.” Yan Zhimuo took a tissue from Yuwen Chi, wiped his hand, then tilted Jian Anmian’s chin up to wipe his face too.

“Thanks, I can do it,” Jian Anmian tried to take the tissue.

Yan Zhimuo pulled it away and said coldly, “Disobedient?”

Jian Anmian shivered. “Y-you do it then…”

Satisfied, Yan Zhimuo cleaned him up.

Yuwen Chi asked, “President Yan, do we still need the ambulance?”

Yan Zhimuo picked Jian Anmian up. “No. I’m taking him to the hospital myself.”

Jian Anmian reflexively hugged Yan Zhimuo’s neck, then recoiled like he’d been shocked. “Mr. Yan… I can walk. Please put me down.”

Yan Zhimuo’s patience snapped. He gave the boy a little toss in his arms and growled, “Jian Anmian, can you just be a little more obedient?”

The boy was so thin he felt like a sheet of paper. How did the Qin family raise him? Was he mistreated?

Jian Anmian shrank into the man’s chest like a little chick, not daring to move. The man’s chest was so warm and broad. His heart skipped a beat.

This time in the elevator, Jian Anmian buried his face in the man’s chest. He didn’t see the glass wall, so he made it to the ground safely. He also didn’t see how many people watched as he was carried into the garage.

Updated Group Chat Rumors:

“Didn’t he just arrive? Why is the CEO carrying him out?”

“The CEO is taking him to the hospital!”

“Wait, he was carried out from the private office? Is he pregnant?”

“He’s 18! President Yan, you beast!”

“I heard the CEO’s wife gave birth in the office!”

[Message Retracted]

Yuwen Chi groaned. What the hell is wrong with these people?

Yuwen Chi: “If you need an eye doctor, I recommend this hospital [Link]. Also, do you guys actually want to keep your jobs?”

“??? Why is Yuwen still here? Who let him in? Traitor!”

[System: You have been kicked out of the group chat.]

In the car, Jian Anmian’s face paled again. Yan Zhimuo frowned. “What now?”

“S-sorry… I’m a bit carsick.”

“Did you take medicine?”

“Yes, but it still hurts,” he lowered his head. “Sorry.”

Yan Zhimuo stared at him, then clicked his tongue. “So much trouble.” He said to the driver, “Stop the car. Switch with me. I’ll drive.”

Uncle Chen was confused but switched. Yan Zhimuo opened all the windows and looked at Jian Anmian in the mirror. “Move to the front. It’s better for carsickness.”

Jian Anmian’s heart warmed. “Thank you, Mr. Yan.”

Yan Zhimuo acted cold. “Mhm.”

Yuwen Chi, sitting in the back with the driver, felt like he saw a little tail wagging on the back of the CEO’s head. Now, the driver and the special assistant were being chauffeured by the President.

Yan Zhimuo glanced at Jian Anmian. “My fault. I didn’t know you were afraid of heights and took you in that elevator. I apologize. I’m sorry.”

Jian Anmian’s heart skipped. A “scumbag lead” apologizing? This was terrifying! Was this a precursor to more torture? “Don’t apologize, Mr. Yan. It’s not your fault, my body is just bad.”

“I promise it won’t happen again,” Yan Zhimuo declared dominantly. “I’ll have someone paint that elevator tomorrow so no one inside can see the sun again.”

Jian Anmian: “…”

Yuwen Chi: “…” President Yan, didn’t you say you were getting a divorce? There literally isn’t supposed to be a ‘next time’!