After Transmigrating into a Sadistic Novel, the Socially Anxious Sickly Beauty Just Wants to Sleep - Chapter 9

Yan Zuyi was so enraged that he burst into a string of curses. The group quickly rushed forward to hold him back and help him catch his breath.

Yan Zhixing and Yan Zhiyue had already taken advantage of the chaos to slip away.

Yan Chengyu, acting like a total clown, didn’t forget to heap “rainbow farts” (flattery) on the protagonist couple even while his grandfather was nearly dying of anger: “Oh, Grandpa, you’re old, your thinking is outdated! Nowadays people believe in free love and equality for everyone. Who still cares about that feudal nonsense of carrying on the family line? Same-sex marriage is legal! It’s recognized by the state! By insisting on tearing them apart, aren’t you going against the country? Besides, Uncle and Auntie are such a perfect match! Especially Auntie—he’s like a little male immortal descended to earth. How could that Miss Rong you mentioned even compare to Auntie? Your eyesight is really failing you! It seems like tomorrow Uncle shouldn’t just book you an ear specialist, but an eye doctor as well…”

“Wh-what? What did you say?” Yan Zuyi’s eyes widened, staring at him in disbelief. “How… how could even Chengyu…”

Yan Zuyi suddenly opened his mouth wide and gasped for air several times, feeling as though he were one step away from departing this world on the spot.

“Yan Chengyu! Shut your mouth!” Luo Manxiang lunged forward in a rage, grabbed Yan Chengyu by the ear, dragged him back, and gave his backside a hard kick.

What is wrong with this child today? Does he have water in his brain?!

Jian Anmian caught sight of Yan Chengyu giving him a wink even while being beaten. He instantly broke out in goosebumps and shivered, huddling closer to Yan Zhimuo.

Although the personalities of “paper characters” can’t fully represent real people, the personality of the male lead’s nephew was way too different from the novel! Where was the arrogant, overbearing, and vicious supporting male character who relied on his mother’s backing? Who was this groveling little eunuch smiling so flatteringly across the room?!

In fact, Yan Chengyu had “awakened” a while ago. He realized his world was a novel, and his uncle and auntie were the protagonist couple who would eventually undergo a tragic love and double death. But before they died, his uncle would take down everyone who had ever bullied his auntie—including him.

After awakening, Yan Chengyu was scared to tears. He had only said a few nasty words and played a few pranks, yet he was destined to be destroyed by his uncle? His uncle was way too terrifying. Shivering with fear, he had spent the last few days hiding at home thinking of a strategy. Finally, he made up his mind: he had to reform himself, be obedient, and cling tightly to his uncle and auntie’s thighs. His only hope was that they wouldn’t take him with them when they left!

Yan Zhimuo’s gaze bypassed the hyperventilating Yan Zuyi and landed on Bai Murong. He addressed her directly by name: “Bai Murong, who told you this morning that I went to see Grandma?”

Bai Murong froze. A flash of panic crossed her eyes, and her smile became forced. “Wh-what are you talking about? No one had to tell me. I just suddenly remembered it had been a long time since I visited Mom, and we just happened to bump into each other.”

“Is that so?” Yan Zhimuo glanced at Luo Manxiang, whose expression had changed slightly. He scoffed, his sharp gaze shooting straight into Bai Murong’s guilty, dodging eyes like he was watching a comedy. “Then have you ever wondered why the person who told you didn’t go to stop me themselves, but instead went out of their way to inform you?”

Bai Murong froze again. A second later, her face turned pale as she looked at Luo Manxiang in disbelief. She finally realized she had been used as a pawn.

“Enough!” Yan Zuyi brushed away Bai Murong and Luo Manxiang, who were supporting him. His features twisted into a grimace, and his eyes glared at Yan Zhimuo with pure hatred, as if looking at a mortal enemy. “The moment you come back, you start fanning the flames and driving wedges between us! I see you’re determined not to let this family have a moment of peace! Do you want us all to just go out and die?!”

Yan Zhimuo gave a faint smile.

Heh, why not?

This family had been rotten to the core since the moment he was born. It would be perfect if they all died to accompany his mother in the grave.

Yan Zhimuo turned to Jian Anmian, gently stroking the boy’s ear, his voice turning tender: “Finished eating? If you’re done, let’s go home.”

Jian Anmian looked weakly at the plate in front of him, which he had barely touched: “…”

What if I say I’m not done?

Yan Zhimuo followed his gaze and paused. He probably felt his own question was a bit stupid, so he corrected himself without changing his expression: “It’s fine. We’ll have Auntie Wang cook what you like when we get back.”

With that, he ignored Yan Zuyi’s frantic foot-stomping, took Jian Anmian’s hand, and turned to leave.

“Oh, right. I forgot to mention,” Yan Zhimuo stopped abruptly and looked back at Yan Zuyi’s distorted face with cold indifference. “When I saw Grandma today, she called your name.”

It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over Yan Zuyi. He froze instantly, standing as still as a statue.

“Although I don’t like you disturbing Grandma, since she misses you, you should visit her if you have time. Her days are numbered.”

After dropping those final words, Yan Zhimuo led Jian Anmian away decisively.

Yan Chengyu broke free from Luo Manxiang’s grip and chased them outside, waving goodbye to Yan Zhimuo and Jian Anmian. He truly was a loyal “simp” from beginning to end.

…

Back in the car, Jian Anmian couldn’t help but steal glance after glance at Yan Zhimuo.

Without turning his head, Yan Zhimuo said, “If you want to ask something, just ask.”

Jian Anmian hesitated for two seconds and asked tentatively, “Are you really not getting a divorce anymore?”

Yan Zhimuo paused. He thought the boy had been scared by the mess at the house and wanted to ask about the family drama. He didn’t expect it to be just this. It seemed that in the little one’s heart, he was the most important thing.

Yan Zhimuo’s lips curled up. “Don’t worry, I won’t divorce. The contract is still in effect. If you don’t have anywhere special you want to go, just stay for now.”

Jian Anmian: “…”

Why should I ‘not worry’?

Yan Zhimuo stole a glance at Jian Anmian. The boy was introverted and quiet, not used to showing emotion. Even for something so “happy,” he didn’t show much of a reaction. After thinking about it, Yan Zhimuo cleared his throat and added as a transparent cover-up: “Also, you don’t have to worry. I won’t touch you without your consent.”

Jian Anmian: “…”

Recalling how the male lead had been handsy with him since he transmigrated, he didn’t believe a word of that last sentence. However, they were legally married; even if the male lead really wanted him, how could he possibly resist? Besides, in the novel, they “got down to business” right at the start, whereas the most they had done so far was hold hands and touch a face…

Come to think of it, is there something wrong with this male lead? Could his butterfly wings have flapped away the lead’s original “ever-ready” stamina?

Jian Anmian’s gaze couldn’t help but drift toward Yan Zhimuo…

“What are you looking at?” Yan Zhimuo suddenly spoke.

Jian Anmian jumped and hurriedly lowered his eyes in guilt, his heart racing. “…I wasn’t looking at anything!”

Yan Zhimuo glanced at him, then suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road. Resting his arm on the back of the seat, he leaned over, boxing Jian Anmian into his embrace. He slowly moved closer and removed the boy’s mask, watching as the little one shrunk into a tiny ball in the corner.

“I said earlier that I wouldn’t touch you without your consent,” Yan Zhimuo’s voice was low and slow against Jian Anmian’s ear. His fingers gently toyed with the boy’s earlobe, watching the small piece of flesh turn rapidly red, like a drop of blood splashed onto it. “But if you’re the one who wants it, I’m not unwilling to give it…”

“No, no, no!” Jian Anmian emphasized three times, his face so red it looked like it might leak blood. His body trembled with shyness like a bullied small animal.

Yan Zhimuo stared at him, suddenly feeling excited. He decided to tease the boy to death, asking unhurriedly: “Then what were you looking at just now? Hmm?”

The man’s body was far larger than his own, his aggressive aura enveloping the narrow space. He was so close that if Jian Anmian just lifted his head slightly, he would kiss the sexy, pale mole on the man’s Adam’s apple.

“I… I wasn’t looking!” Jian Anmian buried his head low, feeling like a small animal pinned under a predator’s claws with nowhere to run. He was almost in tears but remained stubborn.

“You’re lying,” Yan Zhimuo continued to play with the boy’s earlobe, his words pressing. “Children who lie are bad children.”

“No…” Jian Anmian’s breath was shallow. He desperately grabbed Yan Zhimuo’s sleeve and shook his head. “I’m not a bad child.”

For some reason, he cared deeply about the man’s evaluation of him in this regard, stubbornly denying his “badness.”

Yan Zhimuo glanced at the hand clutching his sleeve, and his gaze darkened. “Then tell me, what were you doing just now?”

Jian Anmian’s head felt dizzy, his heart hammering uncontrollably. He finally couldn’t take it anymore and, with a sob, admitted guiltily: “Sorry, Mr. Yan. I peeked at you.”

“It’s okay,” Yan Zhimuo said, slowly wiping away a tear from the corner of Jian Anmian’s eye. He looked at his damp fingertip, rubbed it away unhurriedly with his thumb, and sat back up, commanding: “Don’t lie again in the future.”

He curled his lips into a smirk and, looking at the boy who was now dying of shame, deliberately called him: “You little perverted puppy.”