Chapter 7: The Original Novel? A Manual for Getting Rich! What belongs to this transmigrator is…
“From now on, Le Can belongs only to the Xi family!”
Le Can, who had just been designated as a private possession, didn’t even get a chance to express an opinion. His scum of an eldest uncle, Le Wenxin—legs trembling yet eyes lighting up at the sight of money—decisively chose the cash and left. He didn’t hesitate for a second.
No, well, it wasn’t that there was no hesitation.
However, Le Can saw it clearly: Le Wenxin’s hesitation wasn’t because he couldn’t bear to part with his living, breathing, fresh-faced nephew. It was because he couldn’t bear to part with the possibility of squeezing even more benefits out of Xi Yun…
Fortunately, with the Male Lead, there was no possibility of a second option.
Le Wenxin’s ending was obvious. Le Can didn’t even need to use his brain; one look told him exactly where this was going.
And everything went as he predicted. This middle-aged man, who looked stout but was actually hollow inside, was ruthlessly swept out the door after signing the formal written agreement.
Mn…
He just took his “selling price” with him.
Quietly sitting on the sofa, the young man who hadn’t fought for a single thing for his own future from start to finish slowly lifted his eyes to look at Le Wenxin’s retreating back—a figure filled with a mix of joy and anger—before he stepped out of the reception room.
He pinched his intact right hand, the thumb of his left hand resting on top, gently rubbing the center of his palm.
Not long ago, a scar deep enough to show bone had stretched across that same spot. Now, it was smooth and clean.
Transmigration had erased the scar, but it wouldn’t make Le Can forget the pain he once felt, nor the reason for that pain.
Keeping a low profile when first arriving was correct, but if you hide your edge for too long, even the sharpest knife will dull; you have to find opportunities to sharpen it now and then.
After all, these were “relatives” that were hard to come by in this life. Le Can felt that once he settled down, aside from taking the time to have a good “meet and greet”…
Incidentally, he would also teach them what they could take, and what they shouldn’t even dream of touching…
One hundred million to buy out family ties, quickly packaged and sent into the villa under Xi Yun’s name.
Just like that, in a daze, Le Can became the fiancé of the Male Lead, Xi Yun, in the no-CP novel he had once read.
Mn, let’s add a prefix:
——A fiancé in name only.
From Xi Yun’s perspective, he had simply found an excuse to justifiably strip Le Can away from the Le family and place this unstable factor right under his eyelids.
One hundred million wasn’t enough to hurt his foundation, but it wasn’t exactly pocket change either. The main reason for doing so was that as long as his X-Ray vision worked, earning another hundred million was nothing.
The goal was achieved; the process didn’t matter.
Although Le Can didn’t know the specific reasons, he could tell the Male Lead didn’t genuinely want to bind himself in marriage to a total stranger.
Regarding the plot running wild like a runaway horse, Le Can felt doubt, and amazement too. But once he understood that the so-called wedding date would ultimately be indefinitely postponed, he breathed a sincere sigh of relief.
It wasn’t a real marriage anyway. The title of the Male Lead’s fiancé, even if just a hollow title, was a win for him…
Wait!
Speaking of making money… having just lost one hundred million and figuring out his current savings, Le Can sat bolt upright on the bed in the guest room of Xi Yun’s villa.
The first thing he did upon gaining private space was to rummage through the phone in his pocket.
After his parents died, the pitiful “soft bun” Le Can had his nest stolen by his biological eldest uncle’s family.
The inheritance he received had been either extorted or conned away; as of now, there was practically nothing left.
When Le Can calculated his current total savings and looked at the four-digit number starting with a six, even someone who hadn’t broken down while imprisoned felt a rare pang of a heart attack.
Fortunately, even as a fake fiancé, Xi Yun should cover room and board. Without worrying about food and housing, six thousand yuan was actually a decent chunk of change…
If the transmigrator weren’t Le Can, a generally optimistic person might think this way. But the one facing the situation was Le Can.
A Le Can who had been insecure since childhood due to a lack of money, who felt uncomfortable if he didn’t see his savings growing.
Of course, “savings” here didn’t refer to an account balance. As everyone knows, even dogs don’t deposit money for bank interest. As a jewelry designer, Le Can preferred converting money into value-retaining gold and jewelry.
This was the origin of his little treasury.
No, thinking back to the little treasury separated from him by a dimensional wall, Le Can’s heart attack got worse…
He leaned diagonally against the low-key, luxurious headboard, slowly inhaling and exhaling to regulate his surging emotions. Those beautiful eyes stared at a crease in the bedding, looking as if he were spacing out.
But in reality, their owner was furiously brainstorming.
In this world, was there any place more profitable than being by the Male Lead’s side?!
Although Le Can had only read one hundred thousand words, those short hundred thousand words chronicled Xi Yun’s rampage during the early stages of gaining his ability.
Appraising treasures, gambling on stone, picking up “leaks” (hidden treasures)… accompanied by fancy, satisfying face-slapping. The pacing was brisk and smooth, the plot didn’t drag; even for just ten thousand words, it was full of sincerity.
This was one of the major reasons why many readers, Le Can included, were so hooked.
What appeared most frequently in those hundred thousand words? Treasures!
Ordinarily valuable treasures, particularly valuable treasures, top-tier valuable treasures!
Of course, Le Can wasn’t so full of himself that he delusionally thought he could snatch the protagonist’s opportunities. The most valuable items definitely belonged to the protagonist. But what about those other good items the author dragged out as comparisons and reference points?
Wouldn’t those be opportunities belonging to him, the transmigrator!
Le Can was indeed money-minded, but he didn’t unrealistically want to gather everything into his own embrace.
Just a few random items, adding a few zeros to his current savings would be fine. That way, he’d sleep soundly at night.
Thinking about it now, those hundred thousand words were simply a Manual for Getting Rich!
Realizing this, Le Can actually regretted only castrating Lu Zhangping and socially executing Dan Man. During the time those two scourges were messing with him, the novel must have updated even more.
Delaying his reading = delaying his money-making.
Indeed, Le Can felt his previous actions were still too light!
Due to speed-reading and the passage of time, Le Can actually couldn’t remember the specific plot details in the book very clearly.
His money-obsessed brain remembered a few impressively valuable treasures very clearly, but the background of how Xi Yun obtained them had become blurry and uncertain.
Fragments of sporadic memories wove together; the more he thought, the more unsure he became if he was mixing things up (“Zhang’s hat on Li’s head”). It was better not to rely on them blindly.
Le Can could only be certain that the plot always revolved around the protagonist. The urgent task was finding a way to reasonably follow Xi Yun around.
Maybe seeing certain scenes with his own eyes would naturally trigger the memories. Even if not, a blind cat meets a dead mouse—if he bumped into enough situations, there would surely be a chance to double his treasury!
Having found a new direction for himself in the new world, Le Can calmed the uncertainty brought by transmigration with extreme speed.
Since he decided to “cling” to the Male Lead, Le Can started his operation after washing up.
He had indeed become Xi Yun’s fiancé and entered the man’s territory. But how could a wealthy person only have one property?
Once the agreement was done, Xi Yun had only ordered a dumbfounded bodyguard, Ah Cheng, to drop him here, without saying anything else.
He had to confirm first if this house under his feet was where Xi Yun usually lived.
With a plan in mind, Le Can slowly walked into the kitchen. While waiting for a glass of milk as an excuse, he calmly began fishing for information.
“Auntie, your cooking skills are so good. The dishes at dinner—sweet, spicy, salty—every single one suited my taste.”
Under the soft lighting, the beautiful young man sipping milk sip by sip was gentle and polite.
The older auntie, hearing the praise and seeing such a pleasing sight, instantly smiled like a blooming flower.
“Oh my, as long as you like it, as long as you like it.”
Having worked here for two or three years, this was the first time the auntie had seen the employer keep an outsider overnight. Even without knowing the person’s identity, she was afraid of neglecting him, which would not only offend Le Can but also lose face for the employer.
Le Can pursed his lips, his face showing a bit of youthful shyness. “I just liked it too much, so I got greedy and ate a lot.”
He shook his head with a faint smile. “I’m afraid I even ate the portion left for Xi Yun.”
This wasn’t exactly a lie.
Who knows how Le Wenxin’s family mistreated the little “soft bun”; Le Can’s performance at the dinner table was completely like a “half-grown boy eating his father out of house and home.”
Besides that, the long-term hunger before transmigration wasn’t entirely without effect on him. Once the crisis was lifted and his mind relaxed, Le Can felt he had gorged himself a bit while eating.
He clearly remembered that towards the end, the cooking auntie had specially added two more dishes for him. It was truly a bit… embarrassing.
Seeing the half-genuine, half-fake self-blame on Le Can’s face, the cooking auntie quickly waved her hands. “Oh no, no.”
“That kid Yuan Cheng told me before he left that Young Master Xi Yun wouldn’t be back for dinner tonight. Those dishes were all prepared for you.”
“It’s your first time here, and Auntie didn’t know your tastes, so I made a few dishes of each flavor. I thought I’d serve some first to see which you liked better, but I didn’t expect you to be a good child who isn’t picky.”
In the auntie’s mind, it was perfectly normal for good children to play with good children.
“That is… just great…”
Le Can seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Then, as if just realizing something, he leaned forward with a face full of curiosity. “Also? Xi Yun?”
Unlike the employer who had plenty of dignity but lacked approachability, and without Yuan Cheng’s hyperactive nature, the person in front of her looked like what to the cooking auntie?
Ah right, the soft, sticky strawberry daifuku she had just learned to make recently!
The auntie smiled kindly and nodded. Isn’t that right?
Most wealthy people’s money wasn’t that easy to earn; finding this job and an employer like Xi Yun was her luck…
Finishing the milk, exchanging goodnights with the auntie, and having obtained the desired information, Le Can leisurely returned to his room.
Confirmed that the chances of Xi Yun returning tonight were high, he specially left the door ajar, scrolling through the chat history on the little soft bun’s phone while keeping an ear out for movement outside.
In the hundreds of group chats, almost all were part-time job advertisements. The two or three specially pinned contacts had chat boxes filled with either verbal disparagement and sarcasm or hypocritical PUA tactics.
One look at the notes—all names starting with “Le”—and Le Can knew who they were.
He rarely rubbed his throbbing brow, feeling a headache over the little soft bun’s weird relatives and his “colorful” past of being manipulated his whole life.
Ding-dong.
A crisp new message notification sounded.
Le Can glanced down casually. The sender was one of the pinned contacts—Le Ruisi.
His first reaction was: Milk powder?
Later, relying on superb analytical skills and some vague memories of the original novel, he remembered this was “Le Can’s” cousin, the Second Young Master Le, ranked before the Third Young Master.
Le Can didn’t click open the message, but from the half-preview displayed, the other party wanted to meet him?
Just as he was weighing whether to meet or not, the noise he had been anticipating from outside rang out.
Le Can instantly stood up, took a step out, then pulled back to look down and check the neatness of his pajamas.
Confirming everything was perfect, the young man backhandedly tossed the phone onto the bed.
Wu, no need to struggle over it.
There was nothing to struggle over.
First, let’s go meet that master who can make him money.
