Wang Huanxiu’s face darkened completely. Being stared down by that cold gaze made Bai Shuijin shiver involuntarily.
“You still dare glare at me!” Bai Shuijin pointed at him.
But halfway through pointing, something suddenly surged into his brain…a flood of memories that didn’t belong to him.
He had transmigrated into a book, a novel called “Business Storm”.
And the man beneath him was none other than the biggest villain in the novel, Wang Huanxiu.
In the novel, he dealt heavy blows to the protagonist and trampled the supporting characters underfoot, creating countless obstacles along the protagonist’s path to growth and stirring up all sorts of troubles. He was the wrong screw in the machine, the thorn in the protagonist’s side.
Wang Huanxiu’s fame on the villain boss leaderboard wasn’t just because he was a villain himself, but because his entire family were villains.
Besides “Business Storm”, the author had written several other books in the same series, such as “Entertainment Storm”, “Wealthy Families Storm”… Four shuangwen (refreshing, feel-good) novels in total. The protagonists changed, but the villains were always Wang Huanxiu’s family.
Basically, the world he was in now was a fusion of all four shuangwen novels.
The villain family:
The eldest brother dominated the business war literature, the final boss suppressing the protagonist, ending with “the sky turned cold, and the king was overthrown.”
The second brother dominated the entertainment industry novel, another final boss suppressing the protagonist and he ended up performing on the street.
The third sister reigned over the Mary Sue novel, a vicious, rich female supporting character who oppressed the little white flower heroine, ending in unrequited love.
Then there was drama-queen sister and the little demon sibling…
In summary: The Wang family didn’t have idle people.
And he, Bai Shuijin… Bai Shuijin racked his brain. There was indeed a minor supporting character in the novel named Bai Shuijin. He remembered because of the same name.
Not only that, he was on the good guys’ side.
Bai Shuijin’s eyes lit up: Yay~
But he quickly realized the severity of the situation. Because of the same name, he had paid extra attention to that character’s fate while skimming the novel.
The good side character Bai Shuijin had repeatedly stolen documents from the villain’s company and handed them to the protagonist. In the end, he was found out and chopped into pieces…fed to sharks.
Bai Shuijin: “…”
‘Damn this novel, daring to mess with laozi!!!’
Bai Shuijin silently retracted his pointing finger and quietly rolled off the man.
He curled up on the bed, clutching his forehead, “Aiya, I think I have a high fever.”
Wang Huanxiu: “…”
After lying still for two seconds, Bai Shuijin peeked back at him.
Wang Huanxiu stared coldly. “Still not rolling out of here?”
‘So rude! Just because you’re the villain you think you’re all that? I’ve got hands and feet, why should I roll? I insist on walking out!’
Bai Shuijin suddenly straightened up and met Wang Huanxiu’s sinister, cold glare. “……Can I not roll? Can I crawl?”
He said it pitifully.
Wang Huanxiu stared at him for two seconds. “Suit yourself.”
With permission granted, Bai Shuijin made an effort to crawl across the bed, like a little turtle carrying a shell, trying to get far away from Wang Huanxiu. But after all that crawling, he hadn’t moved an inch.
Bai Shuijin: “…”
Wang Huanxiu watched his clumsy, awkward movements, unsure what he was scheming. The next moment, the fluffy, rainbow-colored head sighed.
“Forget it, I’ll just roll.”
Wang Huanxiu: “…”
To escape the villain’s line of sight faster, Bai Shuijin went into death roll mode and then realized that rolling was actually easier than using his limbs.
It’s terrible, he might be the reincarnation of a washing machine.
His white and tender feet stepped onto the plush leather carpet, the soft texture making his toes curl unconsciously. He put on a pair of white cotton slippers and got ready to run.
As for where? Anywhere outside this room first.
The room’s size left him in awe, it was like a whole flat in itself.
‘An abundance of grand mansions, all gathered into one.’
Bai Shuijin’s slippers tapped loudly as he walked over to a door.
‘Freedom, here I come~’
He opened the door…and it was a massive walk-in closet.
Bai Shuijin: “…”
Closets and shelves filled the room, with a multifunctional display table for watches and jewelry. Even if he stuffed all his clothes, underwear, and socks in there, he couldn’t fill a single corner. No, even if he added his entire dorm bed and curtain setup, it’d still be empty.
Poverty had truly limited his imagination. There were so many doors in this room, one of them had to lead out.
This one! A multifunctional AV room…
This one! A spa room…
This one! A bathroom with statues and a fountain…
Defeated, Bai Shuijin sat down on the toilet. He hadn’t expected to find the joy of opening blind boxes in a single room.
The evil power of money.
Sometimes he really wanted to go toe-to-toe with these rich people.
He held his head and screamed silently like a mute, afraid to make a sound and anger Wang Huanxiu who would barge in and kill him.
Only after losing something do you understand its value. Life was extremely precious to Bai Shuijin, and he did not have the courage to die again.
He recalled the plot of the novel. It seemed he wouldn’t die immediately. At first, the villain didn’t pay attention to this righteous minor supporting character jumping around in front of him. It was only after repeated document thefts that he lost patience and disposed of him.
Bai Shuijin:！
Then as long as he didn’t steal, wouldn’t everything be fine?
College students might be impulsive, but they would never break the law. Not only would it affect their chances at the civil service exam, they wouldn’t even be able to graduate.
As long as he didn’t steal, the big villain wouldn’t be able to catch him by the tail. If he just kept a low profile until the protagonist defeated the villain, he’d be free!
Until then, he could get along peacefully with the villain, make a good impression, admire the wind, snow, and moon together, talk about poetry and literature, discuss the philosophy of life…not only could he keep his little life, he could also live in this outrageously extravagant mansion.
He had never lived in such a big house before. It was so huge it looked like a museum, making him feel like he was a cultural relic here.
As long as they got along, and he made it to the end of the story, his life would be firmly in his own hands.
Bai Shuijin was instantly delighted. His tactics were flawless, could it be he was truly a genius?
He stood up from the toilet, but the moment he saw the mirror set into the wall ahead, his body froze.
The reflection in the mirror showed a white face, red lips, black eyes, and rainbow-colored hair.
Bai Shuijin: “…”
What a vicious face. His head was actually dyed in seven colors.
The face in the mirror was painted ghostly white, as if it had been shoved straight into a bag of flour, with the same kind of “beauty” you’d get from smearing correction fluid on your face. That unsettling whiteness, paired with blood-red lips and thick black eyeliner, looked even more exaggerated than stage makeup of an opera singer.
The thick, heavy eyeliner had completely altered his natural eye shape, lifting the outer corners sharply. His naturally harmonious features meant that any change threw off the whole balance of his appearance.
Bai Shuijin stood there without moving. That person in the mirror, was that really him?
He tentatively reached out, and the person in the mirror moved too.
Bai Shuijin:！
It really was him.
Bai Shuijin’s heart skipped a beat. He had actually made a move on the big villain looking like this!
No wonder Wang Huanshou had told him to get lost. It wasn’t just because of the villain, it was also him.
Bai Shuijin tested out a smile. When he smiled, a tiny dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth. People always said it was cute.
As soon as he grinned, the ghost in the mirror grinned back.
Bai Shuijin: “…”
Bathroom horror!
He immediately looked away and rushed to the sink in two and a half steps. He cupped water in his hands and furiously splashed his face, scrubbing frantically.
If he kept looking, he was going to have nightmares.
Only when his face was rubbed sore did he finally look up again. A clean, youthful face appeared in the mirror.
Bai Shuijin had a pair of lively almond shaped eyes, clear like a deer lost in the forest. His skin was smooth and radiant, his eyelashes thick at the base like a natural eyeliner, making his eyes even more lively and expressive. His lips were pursed, and there was a small dimple at one corner of his mouth.
Now that was him.
Bai Shuijin patted his face. The righteous supportingvcharacter in the book looked exactly like him, but… He looked down at his own hands and the smooth skin on his body. The original owner’s skin was much better than his had ever been.
He was poor in his previous life that he used one bottle of Dabao for his whole body.
Add to that staying up late for work all the time, poor nutrition, and his skin wasn’t good. He had no flesh on his face, and he was only 176 cm tall.
He’d never had a good night’s sleep, constantly worrying about next month’s expenses and next semester’s tuition.
He had suffered his whole previous life. Looking at himself in the mirror now, Bai Shuijin decided he’d treat himself better this time.
.
Wang Huanshou sat on the bed reading under the bedside lamp. He had already showered and was wearing a black silk robe. There wey several red marks on his neck, left there by Bai Shuijin earlier. His long, elegant fingers held a foreign language book.
The exceptionally handsome, perfectly sculpted face wore a pair of glasses, the kind he used when reading at night.
The robe was slightly open at the collar, and the hem revealed two strong, well-defined legs stretched out on the large bed. His eyes were narrow and long, the lashes flowing smoothly into the lower lid. His eyes were half drooped as he read the page with bored disinterest.
Ka-cha!
Wang Huanshou heard the sound of the door opening and lifted his eyelids. The bathroom door creaked open and Bai Shuijin stuck his head out like a prairie dog. He peeked around for a while, and cautiously walked out.
He had showered too, and was now wearing the spare white bathrobe from the bathroom. With the heavy makeup removed, he looked a lot fresher, like a college student, which, to be fair, he was.
Wang Huanshou’s obsidian-like black eyes rested on his face for two seconds before returning to the book.
He had taken a shower in the room outside, thinking this little waste would have already run off. Who knew he was still here?
Seeing that the man didn’t glare or tell him to get lost, Bai Shuijin’s face lit up with a flattering smile.
From now on, let’s just get along～ If he treated Wang Huanshou nicely, he could survive.
Bai Shuijin’s calves under the bathrobe were a pearly white, swaying beneath the hem. The hair gel had been washed out, and the rainbow hair now drooped limply over his forehead.
He carefully walked to the other side of the bed, watching Wang Huanshou’s expression while clumsily climbing onto the bed.
“I couldn’t find the door to get out, so I’ll just sleep here for the night.”
Wang Huanshou looked up, and Bai Shuijin froze mid-crawl.
He swallowed nervously, waiting for the other party to say something. Seconds ticked by, but the other said nothing, he just turned back to his book.
Bai Shuijin didn’t care anymore. No answer meant no refusal, so he resumed climbing.
Wang Huanshou looked at his book and said, “Can you even crawl up?”
Bai Shuijin: …
Oh right, he forgot, he had to roll.
Bai Shuijin rolled from the edge of the bed to the center like a log. He must’ve really been a washing machine in his last life!
He reached out and pulled the blanket over himself. Seeing that Wang Huanshou’s legs were still exposed, he reached out and covered them too.
Wang Huanshou glanced sideways.
Bai Shuijin gave him a big grin…hi~…and a little dimple popped out.
No need to thank him. He was just that sweet.
“We’re married now, so let’s get along…” Bai Shuijin’s words got stuck mid-sentence as he wondered how to address the other party. Using his name felt too distant. After all, they were aiming to get along, a close nickname would be an important turning point in their relationship.
If he called the other person “big bad villain”, he’d definitely be dead by tomorrow.
Bai Shuijin shyly lowered his head. “Lao Gong.”
***Lao gong is an affectionate way of calling out “husband”.
After saying it, he turned his head to the side, so shy.
Wang Huanxiu snapped his book shut with a “bang”. “Don’t call me that.”
Bai Shuijin peeked at him from under the blanket with just his eyes showing. “Then what should I call you?”
He even added, “I don’t want to call your name.”
Wang Huanxiu sneered. “There’s quite a lot you don’t want.”
Bai Shuijin looked sheepish. “Just a tiny bit.”
“…”
Wang Huanxiu was twenty-six, successful in his career, a business tycoon and financial overlord.
Bai Shuijin was twenty, just started college not long ago, about the same age as Wang Huanxiu’s younger siblings.
“You can call me the same as Mingzhu.”
‘Mingzhu? Wang Mingzhu?’
Bai Shuijin remembered that Wang Mingzhu was Wang Huanxiu’s younger sister, also the rich, vicious, second female lead Mary Sue from “Wealthy Family Storm”.
Wang Zhenzhu probably called Wang Huanxiu “ge” right?
Bai Shuijin opened his mouth. “Okay, laogong-ge.”
“…”
Wang Huanxiu didn’t respond to him again and went back to reading. Just then, the tablet on the nightstand lit up, it was a video meeting.
Wang Huanxiu picked up the tablet and answered. The employees were reporting on a project proposal.
The moment the boss’s face appeared on the screen, the employees all inhaled sharply.
News of their boss getting married today had already hit the headlines. The gossip section had been flooded with photos of Bai Shuijin’s heavily caked-on clown makeup face, which was a complete disgrace to their boss.
They felt Wang Huanxiu must be in a bad mood right now. A marriage crisis on the very night of the wedding. Then again, with a face like that, it was hard to fall in love.
If their relationship were actually good, there wouldn’t be a work meeting on the wedding night.
They had to be extra cautious with this report.
Wang Huanxiu muted his microphone and put on a Bluetooth earpiece to listen to the reports.
The warm yellow light from the bedside lamp cast a soft glow on his profile.
Bai Shuijin stared at him with wide-open eyes.
Wang Huanxiu’s features were sharp and handsome, with Pacific Ocean-wide shoulders and a narrow waist forming a perfect inverted triangle. His calves were long and well-proportioned and even though Bai Shuijin didn’t know the exact height, he guessed the man had to be at least 187cm. Even with the bathrobe on, you could still imagine the great figure underneath.
In his last life, Bai Shuijin had never dated. The weight of survival alone was enough to crush him. But he still regretted never having a proper campus romance.
When he managed to survive until the grand finale, he swore he’d have a good one.
He liked men. There were many of them in the dance academy, and Bai Shuijin was one of them. But because of his family situation, he’d never really thought about dating. After all, love was supposed to be about two people being happy and comfortable together. He could barely handle life on his own, let alone with someone else.
Whenever he felt the urge to fall in love, he’d just go to the basketball court and watch college boys play, comforting himself: “If I were dating someone, I wouldn’t be able to ogle freely like this. My goal is the entire forest.”
But right now, looking at Wang Huanxiu’s face, Bai Shuijin was a little dazed, visually stunned to be accurate.
The way the man quietly stared at the tablet looked like a master craftsman’s carefully sculpted masterpiece.
The employee finished their report, and Wang Huanxiu unmuted himself, ready to speak.
Just then, a few soft meowing sounds came from beside him.
“Laogong-ge,” Bai Shuijin called out sweetly.
Wang Huanxiu turned his head.
He saw Bai Shuijin’s face resting on the soft pillow, smiling at him shyly and cutely.
“Laogong-ge, you’re so handsome.”
Employees: !!!
That was the sound of someone who’d just been very, “very” well-loved.
Fuck?! So this was their boss’s taste?!
