Chapter 1
“What did you say, I only have three days left to live! And I have to conquer a straight man Long Aotian!”
In the silent garden of the Wu Family Villa, a miserable scream burst out from Wu Xiaojiu.
He was a post-2000 office worker, died suddenly from overwork, accidentally transmigrated, and was bound to a System.
No matter how you look at it or listen to it, it’s the explosive beginning of a Long Aotian novel.
Wu Xiaojiu originally thought the System would require him to kick Long Aotian, punch the Villain, and dominate the world.
Unexpectedly, the System dropped a bombshell: straight man versus straight man, and if necessary, even a little bull-on-bull action.
Wu Xiaojiu felt like he was going crazy.
Just as he was about to grab the Light Sphere and interrogate it, the sphere twisted and vanished instantly.
The moment the Light Sphere disappeared, a scream echoed through the luxurious villa.
“You want me to marry who? Bo Suihan, that powerless, penniless brat? Mom, aren’t you pushing me into a pit of fire?”
“He saved your grandfather. To repay him, your grandfather promised to marry his future legitimate granddaughter to him and even wrote a Marriage Contract. The family has no choice.”
“Just a country bumpkin, and he dares to dream of marrying our eldest daughter? Ridiculous! Give him 200,000 yuan and make him tear up the Marriage Contract!”
The voices from the villa sent a surge of memories through Wu Xiaojiu’s mind.
Emotions that didn’t belong to him flooded in.
The three people sitting in the room were his father, mother, and sister.
They were now fretting over the very person Wu Xiaojiu was about to conquer-the Long Aotian male lead, Bo Suihan.
Soon, the male lead would come to demand the fulfillment of the marriage agreement. The sister would look down on his background, throw 200,000 yuan on the ground, humiliate him, and force him to break off the engagement.
Wu Xiaojiu’s original self would be barking like a dog on the side, doing his utmost to humiliate Long Aotian.
Long Aotian would stand at the door and utter his classic line:
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west, never bully a poor youth.
Then, turning the corner, he’d find love-saving the Richest Man’s Daughter in a nearby alley and successfully climbing the social ladder.
The Wu Family would be completely blacklisted in the circle after his cold declaration of their bankruptcy.
Wu Xiaojiu’s original self, for barking the loudest during the breakup, would be targeted by those wanting to please Long Aotian-kidnapped, murdered, and burned, with even his ashes mixed into cement to plaster a doghouse.
And this tragic ending was already set in motion, to happen in three days!
[Go quickly, the male lead is already at the door. To prevent the world from collapsing, you cannot defy the plot. You must make him and your sister break off the engagement, comfort her, and mock him.]
The voice of the Light Sphere echoed in his mind.
Wu Xiaojiu dashed to the front door, where his sister and parents were already standing.
They glared angrily and warily at the uninvited guest outside.
“Xiaojiu, you’re here?”
Seeing Wu Xiaojiu, his sister Wu Yuting pulled him into her arms.
She affectionately ruffled his hair, kissed his cheek, and finally hooked her arm around him, raising her chin proudly at the door.
A normal gesture between siblings.
But Bo Suihan didn’t understand the family dynamics and thought Wu Xiaojiu was Wu Yuting’s kept pretty boy. Instantly, clutching his chest in heartbreak, he said:
“So the reason you’re breaking off the engagement is because you already have someone you love.”
“Our marriage agreement was set long ago. I’ve thought of you day and night on the mountain, but you’ve betrayed me.”
“The humiliation you gave me-I’ll remember it.”
“Let me tell you: thirty years east of the river, thirty years west, never bully a poor youth!”
Hearing this string of corny lines, Wu Xiaojiu hurriedly escaped from his sister’s grasp, his hair a mess, and looked up to finally see Long Aotian’s face clearly.
According to the descriptions in male-oriented novels, there were only two words: strikingly handsome.
But from the perspective of women’s fiction, it would be a face chiseled as if by a blade, eyebrows raised ever so slightly, eyes cold as ice. Even dressed in coarse linen, his presence was undiminished.
“So annoying! Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean you can be a scumbag with nineteen wives and countless affairs outside…”
Wu Xiaojiu’s face wrinkled up like orange peel, his fists clenched, muttering the lines under his breath.
“What did you say, Xiaojiu?”
Wu Yuting was no longer as overbearing as before. She bent down, her voice soft with concern.
“I’m fine, Sis. I’m heading out for a bit.”
Wu Xiaojiu replied hurriedly. When he turned again, Bo Suihan, hands in his pockets, had already walked a long way off.
Wu Yuting gave Wu Xiaojiu a knowing look, took a set of Maserati keys from her bag, tossed them to him, and affectionately tapped his nose with her finger.
“Off to mess around at the bar again? Remember to drink less this time. Sis just put 200,000 in your card. Have fun.”
Such extravagance!
Wu Xiaojiu pursed his lips, not even having time to thank his sister before dashing off in the direction where Long Aotian had disappeared.
Long Aotian truly lived up to his name, the gold standard of male protagonists in men’s fiction.
At 1.85 meters, with long legs striding boldly, he quickly disappeared from sight.
Wu Xiaojiu’s shorter legs moved as fast as they could, but he still couldn’t catch up.
Just as he was catching his breath at a corner, leaning on his knees, he saw a familiar figure on the street, surrounded by a group of men in black.
[The male lead has already met his first female lead, but you, my dear Host, your strategy points are still at zero. Remember, there’s a daily quota for strategy points. If you don’t reach it-]
[You’ll still die.]
The little orb in his mind gave him a reminder.
A cold sweat broke out on Wu Xiaojiu’s back.
Among the men in black, the leader sneered, nose in the air, and pointed at Bo Suihan with utter disdain.
“Hand over the woman behind you.”
“Just try touching her.”
Bo Suihan stood in front of a delicate girl, his sharply defined face grew dark.
According to the original novel, the male lead had grown up on a mountain, trained by nine legendary masters, a prodigy in martial arts, music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and medicine.
Wu Xiaojiu wasn’t worried about him fighting; the real issue was that saving this female lead would be a crucial turning point.
It was also the beginning of his own family’s disgrace and destruction.
He had to stop it!
Determined, Wu Xiaojiu clenched his fists and edged toward the circle of men in black.
“Do you know who I am? Wu Xiaojiu! Second son of the Jingdu tycoon Wu Family!”
“This guy is under my protection. You’re not allowed to bully him! Whoever you are, get back to where you came from!”
He was only 1.75 meters tall.
Actually, that’s average height.
But standing among these men, each about 1.85 meters, he did seem small.
Taking advantage of a gap, he slipped into the crowd.
And positioned himself in front of Bo Suihan.
The men in black suits stared at him in surprise. Wu Xiaojiu pursed his lips, secretly delighted.
Becoming a rich young master is really great-not only does he have money, but also status. With a name like his, surely these people would be terrified and run away!
“Wu Xiaojiu? Never heard of it. Is the Wu Family even all that influential?”
A few of the men in black looked puzzled.
Wu Xiaojiu sensed something was off and wanted to say more, but someone tugged at his sleeve.
He turned his head. It was the delicate girl from before.
She looked at him now, her voice timid.
“Sweetie, these people were sent by my uncle. My family is the top tycoon in Jingdu. As for your Wu Family, everyone says you’re just upstart rich, not even in the top hundred.”