After Transmigrating into a Sadistic Novel, the Socially Anxious Sickly Beauty Just Wants to Sleep - Chapter 5

“His blood sugar index is clearly below 2.8, and his hemoglobin is clearly below 120. Not only does he have hypoglycemia, he’s also anemic. His stomach is bad, his heart and lung function are poor, and his pleural cavity didn’t develop properly when he was born, giving him congenital pneumothorax. Once he gets anxious, he easily hyperventilates and can’t breathe… Then there’s the night blindness and acrophobia you mentioned, and so on. In short, from head to toe, his body is full of problems, big and small. Of course, the most serious issue is still his allergic constitution.”

Changsun Yong handed Yan Zhi Mo a form. “This is the allergen database that was found for him before. But that doesn’t rule out the possibility that there are still things we haven’t discovered. If you find anything else in the future, remember to update it.”

Before awakening, Yan Zhi Mo had known this thing existed, but he had never looked at it carefully. He had only given it to Auntie Wang so it would be convenient for her to take care of Jian An Mian’s daily life. Now that he was reading it closely, even his usually steady, restrained gaze rarely revealed a look of disbelief.

Seafood such as crabs, crawfish, scallops, squid, and so on.

Fruits such as mangoes, peaches, lemons, kiwis, and so on.

Foods such as milk, peanuts, nuts, soybeans, and so on.

There were also dust mites, wood chips, latex, certain metals, and even down jackets!

How exactly had this child survived until now?!

Changsun Yong sighed. “This little friend of yours has a very bad body.”

Yan Zhi Mo: “…More than very bad.”

The fact that he was alive at all was a miracle!

Changsun Yong suddenly said, “I heard you’re getting divorced.”

Yan Zhi Mo paused. “Old Fu told you?”

Changsun Yong chuckled. “Did you mute our group chat? He said it directly in the group, so all of us knew about it ages ago, dumbass.”

Yan Zhi Mo: “…”

Yan Zhi Mo immediately took out his phone, opened the group chat, glanced through it casually, and then typed expressionlessly.

Domineering CEO — Yan Zhi Mo: I’ve decided not to divorce.

Domineering CEO — Yan Zhi Mo: ?

Domineering CEO — Yan Zhi Mo: What the hell is this title? Who did this? Step forward.

Wronged-Soul Doctor — Changsun Yong: So what if it was me? I’m the group owner, so I call the shots. Come hit me if you can. Bleh bleh bleh.

Yan Zhi Mo raised his hand and punched Changsun Yong, who was beside him.

Wronged-Soul Doctor — Changsun Yong: Holy shit, you really hit me!

Wronged-Soul Doctor — Changsun Yong: So angry, but I still have to keep smiling.

Private Detective — Xiao Han Zhou: Received.

Wronged-Soul Doctor — Changsun Yong: Tsk tsk. Old Xiao is still so aloof.

Tool Lawyer — Old Fu: Old Yan, Yong, are you two together right now?

Wronged-Soul Doctor — Changsun Yong: Yeah. Yan Dog’s little wife got sick and was brought here to me.

Tool Lawyer — Old Fu: Yan Zhi Mo.

Tool Lawyer — Old Fu: Why are you suddenly not divorcing anymore?

Tool Lawyer — Old Fu: Hurry up and say it. What changed your mind?

Domineering CEO — Yan Zhi Mo: There’s no reason. Stop asking.

Tool Lawyer — Old Fu: Hahahahahaha, you definitely can’t bear to part with him. Does that even need to be said?

Tool Lawyer — Old Fu: You’re just a dead duck with a hard beak.

Tool Lawyer — Old Fu: A man’s heart is a needle at the bottom of the sea.

Tool Lawyer — Old Fu: Let me see your true face — I knew it!

Private Detective — Xiao Han Zhou: …

Private Detective — Xiao Han Zhou: Old Fu, you’re noisy.

Tool Lawyer — Old Fu: ?

Tool Lawyer — Old Fu: ??????

Tool Lawyer — Old Fu: You scolded me!

Tool Lawyer — Old Fu: Xiao Han Zhou, you expressionless block of ice, you actually scolded me! Boohoohoohoohoo, I don’t want to live anymore!

Tool Lawyer — Old Fu: Burst into tears with a wah.

Private Detective — Xiao Han Zhou: …

Private Detective — Xiao Han Zhou: 100-yuan red packet. Shut up.

Tool Lawyer — Old Fu: Thank you, boss. Kowtowing.

Domineering CEO — Yan Zhi Mo: …

What kind of people were these? A whole group of lunatics.

Yan Zhi Mo put down his phone in disgust. After greeting Changsun Yong, he left with Jian An Mian’s physical examination report. Outside the door, Yuwen Chi immediately stood up.

Yan Zhi Mo glanced at the room next door and asked, “How is Jian An Mian?”

Yuwen Chi replied, “He had some examinations just now. He may have worn himself out. He’s asleep in bed.”

Sleeping again?

Yan Zhi Mo’s brow twitched. Then he looked down at the physical examination report in his hand and felt much more reassured.

His body really was poor. It was fine if he slept more. But if he was going to sleep, he should go home. The hospital bed was so uncomfortable.

He thought to himself that after trying to divorce several times and failing every time, perhaps even heaven did not want the two of them to divorce.

Such a small thing. It was not a big deal to keep him. It was just one extra pair of chopsticks. In any case, he had money and could afford to raise him.

Besides, this little friend’s body was so poor. If he left Yan Zhi Mo, he might not be able to survive at all.

Saving one life was better than building a seven-story pagoda. In that case, he might as well raise him himself.

As Yan Zhi Mo thought this, he gently pushed open the door and went in.

The curtains in the room were drawn. Jian An Mian had his back to the door and was lying on his side on the bed. The quilt was puffed up into a small mound. From the shape of it, he seemed to have curled up.

Yan Zhi Mo’s fingers moved slightly, and he suddenly recalled how Jian An Mian had felt in his arms just now.

A tiny little thing, light as air, like a feather that could be blown away with a gentle breath.

Asleep, he seemed even smaller.

Yan Zhi Mo’s gaze softened unconsciously. Just as he was about to walk over and gently wake the child on the bed, the door behind him was suddenly flung open with a bang.

“Oh right, Yan Dog, there’s one more thing I forgot to tell you just now—”

Yan Zhi Mo took a deep breath, turned around, and gritted out, “…Changsun Yong!”

Changsun Yong looked blank. “What’s wrong?”

Just then, the quilt on the bed wriggled twice. Jian An Mian, whose hair was messy from sleep, had been woken by the noise. He climbed up with a dazed expression, looked at Yan Zhi Mo, then at Changsun Yong, and slowly came awake. Nervously, he asked, “Are you two… going to discuss something? I’m sorry. I’ll leave right away…”

As he spoke, he braced himself against the bed as if about to get up.

Yan Zhi Mo said in a low voice, “Just lie down and don’t move!”

Jian An Mian immediately shrank back under the quilt, staring at Yan Zhi Mo timidly with a pair of helpless, large eyes.

Changsun Yong froze, then realized he had interrupted Yan Zhi Mo’s business and quickly apologized. “Sorry, I disturbed your wife’s sleep. I didn’t mean to…”

Yan Zhi Mo interrupted irritably, “Enough. What were you going to say just now?”

“Uh.” Changsun Yong glanced meaningfully at Jian An Mian, meaning: Are you sure he can listen to this here?

Jian An Mian blinked and looked at Yan Zhi Mo.

Meeting Jian An Mian’s gaze, Yan Zhi Mo hesitated for only one second before saying, “It’s fine. Since it concerns you, you should listen too.”

Changsun Yong looked at Jian An Mian. “Then I’ll say it directly. Your heart and lung function are poor. Once you have an allergic reaction, it can very easily cause asthma and shock. So you must stay away from allergens. If it goes badly, it can be fatal, I’m telling you.”

Yan Zhi Mo and Jian An Mian both froze at the same time.

Because at the end of the novel, the main bottom had died from anaphylactic shock.

Jian An Mian was only stunned for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

As the main bottom, he was going to die sooner or later. He had been prepared for it from the start of his transmigration. It was just that when he read the novel, he really had not noticed that the foreshadowing of the main bottom’s death had already been planted this early.

Yan Zhi Mo, however, was dazed. Only after a long while did he say in a low voice, “…I understand.”

…

Changsun Yong’s words had a huge impact on Yan Zhi Mo. Even after getting into the car, Yan Zhi Mo was still a little stunned.

Jian An Mian would die in the end.

For some reason, as long as this thought appeared in Yan Zhi Mo’s mind, his chest felt unbearably tight, as though it had been filled with cement and he could not breathe.

Yuwen Chi could not help reminding him from the back seat, “President Yan, among thousands of roads, safety comes first. If your driving is not standardized…” He glanced at Jian An Mian and said faintly, “Your wife becomes a widow.”

Yan Zhi Mo: “…”

Jian An Mian: “…”

He was so innocent!

Yan Zhi Mo took a deep breath, started the engine, and shifted gears.

It was fine. With him here, he would not let himself die, and naturally, he would not let Jian An Mian die either.

He and Jian An Mian would both live safely and peacefully.

While he was driving, Yan Zhi Mo’s phone suddenly rang.

Yan Zhi Mo answered through his Bluetooth earpiece. Unexpectedly, it was his scumbag father, Yan Zu Yi, calling.

“Hello. Come back for a meal this weekend. Take a look at yourself and see how long it’s been since you came home. What kind of behavior is this?”

The moment Yan Zhi Mo heard Yan Zu Yi’s voice, he felt irritated. This was the man who had caused his mother’s death. He would never forgive him in this life. But out of consideration for his grandfather, he still had to keep up appearances, so he could only agree coldly and ask, “Is there anything else?”

No one knew how Yan Zhi Mo’s words had poked Yan Zu Yi right in the lung tube, but Yan Zu Yi instantly exploded. “What kind of tone is that? Your father can’t even say a few words to you now? How did I raise an ungrateful wolf like you, you unfilial son… Is this how you treat your own father?”

Yan Zu Yi’s voice was so loud that even Jian An Mian, who was sitting beside Yan Zhi Mo, heard it. He was immediately shocked.

Hadn’t Yan Zhi Mo only said one sentence? How did he get scolded so much?

On the other end, Yan Zu Yi began speaking recklessly. “When you were little, is this how your mother taught you? Huh?!”

Yan Zhi Mo’s head went boom. A wordless rage instantly shot up. He slammed his fist onto the horn in front of him, frightening Jian An Mian so badly that he jolted, his heart rate instantly speeding up.

Yan Zhi Mo said in an extremely dark voice, “Yan Zu Yi, if you dare mention my mother one more time, believe it or not, you’ll never be able to return to this city again for the rest of your life—”

Yuwen Chi was also scared half to death, afraid that Yan Zhi Mo would get too emotional and bury the entire car along with them. He hurriedly reminded him in a frantic whisper, “President Yan, wife becomes a widow, wife becomes a widow, wife becomes a widow…”

Yan Zhi Mo: “…”

Ignoring the fury on the other end of the phone, Yan Zhi Mo hung up directly and took several deep breaths before barely calming down.

He turned his head and glanced at the child beside him. Jian An Mian was clutching his chest and looking at him in terror, as if Yan Zhi Mo only had to raise his voice a little more and Jian An Mian could faint on the spot.

Yan Zhi Mo: “…”

Yan Zhi Mo exhaled a heavy breath. He wanted to rub his brow, but remembering that he was driving, he lowered his hand again and said in a low voice, “I’m sorry. I lost control a little just now and scared you.”

“It’s… it’s fine.” Jian An Mian came back to himself, swallowed, and said softly, “You weren’t wrong. It was your father who was wrong. Mr. Yan, you don’t need to apologize.”

Yan Zhi Mo paused, then suddenly smiled. “You clearly don’t know anything, yet you dare say I wasn’t wrong?”

Jian An Mian was very troubled. He could not exactly say, I read the novel. I even know that you have eighteen centimeters down there, so what else would I not know? He could only lower his head guiltily and mumble, “Anyway, Mr. Yan definitely wouldn’t be wrong.”

Yan Zhi Mo froze. Only after a long while did he laugh deeply and thank him with sincere feeling. “Thank you… for trusting me so much, Little Friend Jian An Mian.”

As repayment, I will definitely protect your life.

Jian An Mian still did not know that his life had already been secretly contracted out by a certain domineering CEO. He sighed inwardly.

Speaking of which, the main top really was quite pitiful. Scumbag Father had first had a son, who was the main top’s older brother. But his older brother did not have enough talent, so Scumbag Father was dissatisfied and forced his wife, whose health was poor, to give birth to the main top too.

As soon as the main top was born, his mother completely collapsed from illness. At that time, Scumbag Father still ran outside to fool around with a mistress and raise an illegitimate child. He even brought the mistress and illegitimate child into the family home, angering his wife to death. As a result, the mistress successfully rose to power with her son and became the main top’s stepmother.

With such a rough background, it was no wonder the main top grew into a moody, cold, domineering scumbag top, along with some strange quirks like an especially strong possessive streak and an interest in BDSM.

Becoming a scumbag top, in a way, only tormented one bottom. If he had become antisocial instead, the whole world would have suffered.

Looking at it that way, the main bottom’s suffering was actually quite worth it?

Jian An Mian amused himself with his own wild thoughts. Only after arriving home did he remember that his trip to the main top’s company this time had been for the divorce, hadn’t it?

In the end, because he suddenly fell ill and went to the hospital, the divorce had not happened either.

So this marriage… were they divorcing or not?

Although Jian An Mian was puzzled, it was impossible for him to actively ask Yan Zhi Mo. So he casually threw the matter to the back of his mind, turned around, and went to sleep.

In any case, if the main top still wanted to divorce, he would call him again.

He was too lazy to care.

…

In the end, Yan Zhi Mo still had to make a trip back to the Yan family home. Not only did he have to go back himself, he also had to bring Jian An Mian with him.

Jian An Mian understood very clearly that this was the moment when the main top’s outrageous family members were about to come online. He was about to officially begin his journey of suffering as the abused bottom.

Soon, the day of departure arrived. Jian An Mian originally thought they would go straight to the Yan family home, but the car stopped near a nursing home instead.

The director of the nursing home personally came out to greet them and led the two of them inside.

The environment of this nursing home was quite nice. As far as the eye could see, the ground was covered in green grass, with lush trees, gardens, and ponds scattered throughout. The crisp calls of birds rang endlessly.

The elderly residents looked leisurely and at ease. Some were lying on rocking chairs beneath the shade for an afternoon nap. Some were sitting at stone tables in the little grove, playing chess.

Jian An Mian swept his gaze over them one by one while recalling the details of the novel’s original plot.

He remembered now. In this nursing home lived the main top’s grandmother, who had Alzheimer’s disease.

Grandma’s plotline should not have appeared this early. Why had the main top suddenly brought him here?

As he pondered, the director had already led them to the door of a room, then quietly left.

Jian An Mian suddenly felt nervous. Not only because he was about to meet a stranger, but also because there was a strange sense of deja vu, as if a wife were meeting her husband’s family for the first time.

Yan Zhi Mo took Jian An Mian’s hand and said softly, “Once we go in, whatever I call her, you call her the same. Understand?”

Jian An Mian nodded and took a deep breath, watching as Yan Zhi Mo slowly pushed the door open.

“Grandma, Zhi Mo came to see you.” Yan Zhi Mo held Jian An Mian’s hand and walked to the balcony, calling with a smile to the elderly woman sitting in the wicker chair.

Jian An Mian hurriedly followed and called, “Grandma!”

Yao Xian Die raised her head. When she saw Yan Zhi Mo’s face, after a long while, she revealed a shy, girlish smile. “You’re so handsome.”

Jian An Mian pressed his lips together. He thought so too.

Yan Zhi Mo crouched down in front of Yao Xian Die and gently took her hand, saying helplessly, “Grandma, I’m Zhi Mo. I’m your grandson, Yan Zhi Mo. Do you still remember?”

Yao Xian Die blushed and hit him. “Oh my, what a shameless handsome man! Touching a girl’s little hand as soon as you come up. How embarrassing!”

Yan Zhi Mo: “…”

Jian An Mian could barely hold it in. Yan Zhi Mo’s expression had cracked. It was too funny. He had never seen the main top look this aggrieved before.

Although Yan Zhi Mo did not know whether to laugh or cry, he still patiently argued with his grandmother for a long while.

Jian An Mian found the feeling very strange. The man before him seemed to have shown a different side of himself.

It was different from the novel’s simple description of “moody, cold, and domineering.” This was a more multifaceted, vivid image, like that of a real person.

Only at this moment did Jian An Mian finally gain a real sense that “this is a real world,” not merely a novel written in one dimension.

And the minor supporting characters that had only been glossed over in a sentence in the novel, when living in this real world, also had their own unique personalities and lives.

No one’s life could be summed up with cold, lifeless words.

Yao Xian Die called Yan Zhi Mo’s father for a while, then called him Yan Zhi Mo’s grandfather.

To her, these were the two most important men from the happiest times of her past.

Her husband and her son.

After a long while, Yao Xian Die’s gaze slowly cleared. She finally recognized Yan Zhi Mo and said joyfully, “Zhi Mo is here.”

“Grandma, I came to see you.” Yan Zhi Mo hurriedly pulled Jian An Mian over. “And I brought your grandson-in-law too.”

Jian An Mian blushed because of that title. Feeling a little nervous and a little shy, he called, “Grandma.”

Yao Xian Die hurriedly smiled and answered him, praising Jian An Mian again and again. Then she asked in confusion, “What a pretty little girl. How did you get so thin? Do you usually eat properly? So fair and lovely. Only, why is this little girl’s hair so short?”

Jian An Mian froze and immediately looked toward Yan Zhi Mo helplessly.

Same-sex marriage had not been legal for very long. Most people from Grandma’s generation still could not accept it. He had no idea how they should explain it to her…

Before Jian An Mian could think of a proper explanation, he heard Yan Zhi Mo directly say, “Grandma, he’s a boy.”

Jian An Mian was stunned!

Was he really not afraid of startling Grandma?

By reflex, he tightened his grip on Yan Zhi Mo’s hand. Yan Zhi Mo patted him soothingly. “It’s fine.”

Grandma froze. She looked at Jian An Mian’s youthful face, flushed red, then looked at their joined hands and gave an “oh,” murmuring, “So he’s a boy. I’m sorry, little friend. Grandma got it wrong just now. Boys are good too. Boys are so cute… My little grandson actually married a male wife, and such a young one too. Oh my, this is really…”

Really perverted? Jian An Mian quietly finished Grandma’s sentence in his heart. Grandma, surely that isn’t the word you wanted to say, right?

“Cough. Grandma, this is called fashionable.” Yan Zhi Mo began spouting nonsense with a perfectly serious face. “Older diamond bachelors like us are supposed to find young, pretty boys…”

“Mr. Yan!” Jian An Mian instantly turned bright red.

How could he say something like that in front of Grandma? Did he have no shame?!

Yao Xian Die immediately began hitting and scolding Yan Zhi Mo. “Yan Zhi Mo! Mian Mian is still young. How can you say such things in front of a child? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”

Looking at the harmonious scene between grandmother and grandson before him, Jian An Mian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The main top was really bold. He had truly scared him to death just now!

Fortunately, Grandma was open-minded. Otherwise, he really would not have known how to apologize to her.

Only… why did the main top’s actions seem so much like he was bringing Jian An Mian to meet the family?

Were they divorcing or not?

Just then, a gentle, soft female voice, though one that sounded very unpleasant to the ear, suddenly rang out from behind them.

“Oh my, isn’t this Zhi Mo? What a coincidence. Zhi Mo also came to visit Grandma today?”

The originally warm scene was instantly shattered.

Yan Zhi Mo turned back coldly and saw his stepmother, Bai Mu Rou, walking over with his younger brother and sister.