Chapter 1: You’ve Been Set Up, Young Master Fu
A warm chest pressed against his back, pinning him into the corner.
A domineering arm circled his waist, pulling him half-into an embrace.
“Fu Yue, stop hiding from me.”
A deep, magnetic voice rang in his ear, causing Fu Yue’s entire body to stiffen.
He instinctively tried to struggle, but the arm tightened its grip, radiating an intense sense of possessiveness.
Holy crap!
His mind exploded with a “buzz.”
In the real world, he was just a bottom-tier programmer—a straight man who died from overworking late at night.
Unexpectedly, he had transmigrated into a melodramatic, R-rated Danmei novel titled From Imprisoning Me to Begging Me. He had become the tool-man third male lead, “Fu Yue”—an unreliable young master from a wealthy family whose only job was to play matchmaker for the protagonist top and bottom.
The system had made it very clear: as long as he ensured the plot finished smoothly, he could not only be resurrected at full health but would also find a hundred million yuan in his real-world bank account!
He had transmigrated last night and stayed up to read the entire novel thoroughly.
This… this… was it really okay to do things like that?
There were actually ways to… oh my god…
When a man and a man did that… was it really so…? Would people die doing that?
As a virgin who had never even dated, let alone held a member of the opposite sex’s hand, the reading experience had shattered his five senses and left his mind filled with “yellow” thoughts.
But—
One hundred million! He could pay off his credit card debts, buy a house and a car, and just lie flat for the rest of his life!
So, he endured it.
The man in front of him, who was currently acting so intimately and was so handsome it was a crime against humanity, was the fourth male lead in the original work—his childhood friend, Shen Junnian!
You know how the third and fourth male leads are in Danmei novels. Usually, the author leaves some room for the readers’ imagination.
But in the original plot, they only had ambiguous glances at most; they weren’t supposed to get handsy this early!
[Warning! Side CP plotline significantly advanced! Host, please immediately break free from the entanglement and return to the main mission!]
The system’s voice reminded him.
The main mission! His hundred million! Fu Yue was very sober.
He wasn’t here to pick up men!
Whether it was because the air conditioner in the hall was too hot or because of his anxiety, Fu Yue felt a thin layer of sweat break out on his forehead.
“Shen Junnian,” Fu Yue suppressed the discomfort in his heart and tried to make his voice sound natural, “Let go first. So many people are watching.”
They were currently at the grandest charity gala of October in Haicheng.
All the city’s elites were in attendance, and the clinking of glasses was part of a dizzying display of luxury.
As expected of a novel world, the CEOs here were all tall with long legs, their tailor-made suits hugging bodies that could rival supermodels. Cold, wicked, or gentle—all types of beautiful men moved through the venue, making it feel like a visual feast.
However, instead of letting go, Shen Junnian rested his chin lightly on Fu Yue’s shoulder, his tone tinged with obsession: “So what if they’re watching? Let them see their fill.”
Crazy! Why isn’t this guy following the script!
Fu Yue instinctively tried to pull his hand back, but Shen Junnian held it tighter, leaning in to whisper: “A bet is a bet. The stakes you lost to me at cards the day before yesterday… you have to give them to me. Come with me to the lounge.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed under his bowtie: “I want to teach you… how to use your tongue… to taste wine.”
After Shen Junnian said this, his peach blossom eyes intentionally swept over Fu Yue’s slender waist.
Fu Yue’s mind went blank. We’re playing this intensely right from the start? Bro, I’m a straight man!
No wonder the author didn’t write much about this side CP; the content clearly wouldn’t pass censorship.
Fu Yue felt very hot and gently tugged at his collar to loosen it.
Just as he was frantically complaining in his head, a line of waiters entered the hall to refill the guests’ drinks.
Out of the corner of his eye, he immediately spotted the novel’s protagonist bottom—Chen Bai—who was here to work tonight.
Chen Bai had a standard classical beauty look with doe-like eyes, wearing a waiter’s uniform with a neatly tied bowtie.
He was carrying a tray, walking step by step toward the center of attention tonight: the CEO of the Ji Group and the novel’s protagonist top, Ji Linyue.
Those two were his mission targets! They were his hundred million!
“Junnian.” Fu Yue had a sudden flash of inspiration and changed how he addressed Shen Junnian in a low voice.
The name “Junnian” clearly worked. The strength of the person holding him immediately became much gentler.
“My dad wants me to go say hello to Chairman Wang of the Zhaoyang Consortium. I’ll be right back, okay? Be good,” Fu Yue said.
He even shuddered at his own “be good” at the end.
Sure enough, Shen Junnian froze for a moment upon being told to “be good.”
Now’s the chance!
Fu Yue suddenly ducked low, like a slippery fish, and instantly slipped out from under the other’s arm.
He ducked into the crowd without looking back, with only one thought in his mind: Make money! Focus on the career! Men will only slow down the speed at which I draw my sword—oh, wait, the speed at which I matchmake CPs!
Fu Yue relocked onto his target and adjusted his breathing.
In the original plot, he wasn’t interested in the male lead, Ji Linyue.
He was supposed to intentionally knock down Chen Bai—who had a secret crush on Ji Linyue—at this charity gala purely out of spite because of his nasty personality.
This plot point was a “major assist” in the story. Chen Bai would bump into Ji Linyue because of the fall, leading to their first face-to-face encounter.
Even though the plot was low-brow, for the sake of money, he had to act it out well!
Fu Yue calculated the angle, pretended to dodge a passing guest, and with a stumble, accurately slammed into Chen Bai’s back.
Bullseye!
“Ah!” With a low cry from Chen Bai, his body lurched forward uncontrollably.
The tray flew, red wine splashed, and Chen Bai himself fell perfectly into the arms of the protagonist top, Ji Linyue.
Not only did they collide, but unexpectedly—their lips actually pressed together.
Success!
They even accidentally kissed.
Did this count as overachieving the mission?
[Ding! Novice mission completed!]
[The results of this mission exceeded expectations, significantly advancing the plot. Extra reward: One Gift Pack!]
Fu Yue was ecstatic, prepared to hide his contributions and fame by slipping away quietly.
However, he noticed something was wrong with his body.
“System, why am I glowing?” Fu Yue scanned himself.
In that instant, his dark gray suit looked as if it had been sprinkled with fluorescent powder, emitting a faint halo.
Not only that, he saw his hands and skin glowing with a lustrous sheen.
Just as he was confused, a cold gaze suddenly landed on him.
It wasn’t the disgusted look from Ji Linyue, nor the shamed and angry look from Chen Bai, nor the curious gazes of the surrounding guests.
That gaze came from an inconspicuous corner of the ballroom.
In the shadows, a man sat alone on a sofa.
He wore a sophisticated, black, hand-tailored suit, legs crossed, in a relaxed posture that nonetheless carried an aura of a world-dominating sovereign.
The light there was dim, but one could still see his deep features and sharp jawline.
He wasn’t looking at the two people having their dramatic encounter in the center of the hall.
Those eyes, dark as ink, were fixed unblinkingly… on Fu Yue.
His gaze was as focused as a hunter locking onto its prey.
Fu Yue’s heart skipped a beat.
Who was this? Was there such a character in the original work? Why was he looking at me?
At this moment, the system finally answered the question he had asked earlier:
[Host, because you overachieved the mission, you have received the system’s gift pack—Permanent Passive Skill: “Heartthrob” Halo x1.]
A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
“What? Heartthrob Halo? System, I’m here to make money, not to fall in love, hey!”
[Host, this Heartthrob Halo is a great value! It can convert hostility into favorability, helping you complete your missions smoothly.]
The system actively explained the benefits of the item.
Fu Yue didn’t dare to lock eyes with the man in the corner again.
He almost fled toward the entrance of the ballroom, asking the system as he walked: “Who was that man looking at me in the corner? He’s terrifying.”
[Host, that is the older brother of the protagonist top Ji Linyue, the Chairman of the Ji Group—Ji Hanmo.]
Fu Yue searched his memory of the novel he had read, but he had no impression of this person at all.
Why would a powerful figure who was practically invisible in the original work suddenly be staring at him?
Was it… the fault of this Heartthrob Halo?
Thinking this, Fu Yue walked quickly to the elevator lobby, frantically pressing the down button.
An inexplicable wave of heat surged from inside his body, as if he had downed an entire bottle of strong liquor. His cheeks burned, and even his neck began to flush red.
Just as the elevator arrived with a “ding” and the doors slowly opened, a deep and magnetic voice came from behind him:
“Sir, you dropped something.”
Fu Yue’s footsteps froze.
He turned around stiffly.
Ji Hanmo, who had been sitting in the corner just moments ago, was now standing not far behind him.
Between his fingers, he held a silver-glistening cufflink.
Fu Yue looked down and realized his left cuff was loose. That platinum cufflink must have fallen off when he bumped into someone earlier.
“Thank you.” Fu Yue reached out to take it, wanting only to grab his thing and leave as quickly as possible.
However, the man did not hand the cufflink to him.
He took a step with his long legs, walking right up to Fu Yue.
Ji Hanmo was very tall; Fu Yue’s 1.8-meter height only reached his chin.
A powerful sense of pressure washed over him, making his breath hitch.
That sensation of heat became even more obvious as the man approached.
The man lowered his eyelids, his gaze landing on Fu Yue’s empty cuff. Then, he did something that Fu Yue completely didn’t expect.
He took hold of Fu Yue’s wrist, his fingers long and strong, carrying a hint of coolness.
Fu Yue thought he was going to help him put the cufflink on, but the man tightened his grip on his wrist and suddenly pulled him into the open elevator!
The elevator doors closed, leaving only the two of them in the small space.
Not only did Ji Hanmo not let go, but his other hand reached past Fu Yue and pressed the button for the top floor.
“You…” Fu Yue finally reacted, trying to struggle in terror, “What are you doing?!”
The heat in his body was becoming more and more uncontrollable, making his head dizzy and his limbs weak.
Ji Hanmo didn’t answer. He just turned around and looked down at him. Those deep eyes were like a vortex, threatening to suck Fu Yue’s soul away.
Ding—
The elevator reached the top floor.
As soon as the doors opened, Ji Hanmo dragged the nearly unstable Fu Yue along, walking with large strides into the presidential suite and pulling him straight into the bathroom.
Then, Fu Yue was thrown mercilessly into the massive bathtub.
Shua—
The showerhead was turned on.
Cold water instantly soaked Fu Yue’s expensive suit, also clearing his chaotic mind a little.
“Are you crazy!” Fu Yue sat up from the water in a disheveled state, shouting in shock and anger, “What on earth do you want?”
Ji Hanmo stood by the tub, took off his suit jacket, and tossed it aside.
He slowly rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing well-defined forearms. He leaned down, both hands bracing against the edge of the tub, completely enveloping Fu Yue in his shadow.
Those dark eyes were murky and unreadable, his voice deep and dangerous:
“Young Master Fu, you’ve been set up. Don’t you know that yourself?”
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