Chapter 8: The Plot Goes Off the Rails; Move the Madam’s Things to the Master Bedroom…
Pushing open the bedroom door, Le Can, wearing slippers that felt excellent against his feet, walked to the second-floor railing and stopped.
Having eaten and drunk his fill, the young man leaned forward slightly, draped over the dark railing with a boneless, languid grace.
His silk pajamas, which had a heavy, fluid drape, inadvertently bunched up at his chest. Coupled with his downward gaze of observation, he looked exactly like an arrogant Ragdoll cat.
When Xi Yun heard the movement and looked up, this was the scene that met his eyes.
Le Can watched the man sitting casually on the sofa raise his head indifferently. At the moment Xi Yun saw him, those phoenix eyes—which should have been uninhibited and romantic—narrowed slightly, as if surprised.
It was as if he had forgotten Le Can even existed.
The young man adjusted himself into a more comfortable position, showing neither surprise nor dissatisfaction at being forgotten by Xi Yun.
To be honest, regarding this nonsense marriage alliance, even Le Can, one of the parties involved, felt it was unfair to Xi Yun.
That one hundred million was spent so unjustly!
Of course, if the ultimate destination of that one hundred million was his own little treasury, then that would be a different story entirely… Le Can’s thoughts wandered aimlessly as his gaze swept over the suit tie Xi Yun had pulled off and tossed aside.
The protagonist of the book, who was abstinent and imposing by day, radiating an oppressive aura, now had the top two buttons of his shirt undone. He sat in the living room with a commanding, golden-blade stance.
His legs were spread wide in front of him, toes pointing outward. At first glance, he seemed relaxed to the extreme, yet his back remained perfectly straight. His tight waist and abdomen, hidden from outsiders, remained in a state of engaged tension.
If it were me, I’d probably be sleeping in all sorts of twisted postures, Le Can thought. Such self-discipline, far exceeding that of an average person; truly worthy of a big male lead who eschews romance to focus solely on making money. A role model for us all.
Having made eye contact, the greeting was considered done.
Le Can yawned lazily and walked downstairs at a leisurely pace, not the least bit afraid that the “cooked duck” would fly away.
After all, it was already eleven or twelve at night; where could he run to?
Sure enough, by the time Le Can reached the ground floor, Xi Yun was still sitting steadily on the living room sofa, awaiting his approach.
Because Xi Yun had his back to the stairs earlier, it was only when Le Can circled around to face him that he noticed a slight difference.
Unlike the fully exposed face he had seen from upstairs, Xi Yun’s face now featured a strip of white silk covering his eyes…
The light, translucent white silk covered his deep, sharp brows and eyes. One could faintly make out the closed eyelids beneath.
Le Can was stunned for a moment.
It wasn’t just because the most intense feature—the eyes—was obscured, which conversely highlighted the man’s high nose bridge and superior bone structure. It was also because a fleeting scene from the novel had suddenly materialized before his eyes.
It was a particularly wondrous feeling, one he couldn’t find the exact words to express in that short moment. After thinking for two seconds and failing, Le Can, who had serious business to attend to, decisively gave up.
Under the bright lights, the white silk exuded a delicate sheen. Even this man, who controlled everything and brooked no argument during the day, looked somewhat kinder and softer because of this added accessory.
But Le Can knew this was all just a facade.
He was not unfamiliar with the blindfolded look. In the one hundred thousand words he had read, this exact scene had appeared.
After the initial surprise, Le Can quickly recovered. He turned his steps and sat directly on the sofa opposite Xi Yun.
The light-permeable white silk actually didn’t block vision.
In the original novel, its function was more to remind Xi Yun that while wearing the white silk, he could not use his X-Ray ability again.
Resting his eyes, with X-Ray vision strictly off limits.
Le Can let out a silent, light chuckle.
Relying on the fact that the other party “couldn’t see,” he propped his chin on one hand, letting the smile overflow in his eyes as he unscrupulously observed the “paper man” male lead he had once liked.
Yes, once.
If online relationships could die upon meeting, a paper man becoming real wasn’t necessarily a surprise; it could very well be a deterrent.
Take Le Can, for example. While not exactly deterred, he definitely needed to wait and see. Blindly trusting the original novel might just get him killed one day.
Compared to dying, Le Can wanted to live a billion times longer. Shrug.JPG.
Just as Le Can expected, Xi Yun, who was in the early stages of acquiring his ability and hadn’t experienced “blindness” many times, didn’t have such acute perception of external gazes yet.
Le Can roughly weighed the credibility of those one hundred thousand words, his mind drifting slightly as he thought about how to open the conversation. He had been suffering from a food coma in the room earlier, and his brain hadn’t been working.
Maintaining the “soft little bun” persona for a bit was fine, but obviously, he couldn’t expose his true nature too much…
And so, two people who had only met once—who nominally shared the world’s most intimate relationship but were effectively total strangers—maintained a tacit silence.
When Yuan Cheng walked out of the kitchen carrying a bowl, this was the bizarre scene he witnessed.
“Uh, well, Madam, would you like a bowl of late-night snack?”
Hearing the word “Madam,” Le Can’s expression went completely blank for a second.
Seeing the other party holding the bowl out with both hands, thinking he hadn’t heard, Le Can struggled to suppress his look of pain. “Thanks, Ah Cheng, but no need.”
“Also, there’s no need to be so polite. Just call me Le Can from now on.”
“Young Master,” “Madam,” and the like… not only was he not blessed enough to enjoy such titles, but they also gave him indigestion.
Facing the polite, gentle, and fair-skinned Le Can, Yuan Cheng—though he couldn’t understand why Xi Yun agreed to marry him—didn’t let that stop him from having a good impression of the young man.
He was always particularly enthusiastic toward anyone he categorized as “one of us.”
“Oh, okay,” Yuan Cheng said, oblivious, tucking the bowl back into his embrace before attempting to sell it again. “Aunt Liang’s skill with braised food is amazing. Mada—Young Master Le Can, are you sure you don’t want a little?”
In just two or three sentences, Le Can figured out the temperament of this large bodyguard who had looked so fierce and possessed such immense strength in front of Le Wenxin.
Anyone eating braised snacks in Xi Yun’s villa in the middle of the night was obviously no ordinary bodyguard. Although the scumbag’s betrayal had made Le Can more guarded against people, he didn’t dislike someone straightforward and bright like this.
“Aunt Liang’s cooking is indeed excellent; I ate a lot at dinner.”
The young man patted his stomach naturally, narrowing his eyes as he half-joked, “Look, I really can’t stuff another bite in.”
“What’s more unfortunate is that I still need to discuss something with Xi Yun before he sleeps.” He raised a slender, pale finger and pointed at the silent man beside him.
“If there’s a chance after tonight, I will definitely pester Aunt Liang to make braised food for me again.”
Hearing Le Can’s words, Yuan Cheng grinned, showing his pearly white teeth. “Aunt Liang has the best temper. Whatever you want added to the braised pot, just tell her in advance.”
As he spoke, he slapped his own forehead. “Oh right, you two have things to chat about. I’ll go to the kitchen to finish my snack.”
Le Can was halfway through a nod when he looked up to see Yuan Cheng’s retreating back, bustling with energy. At that same moment, a vague guess in his mind about the man’s identity suddenly clicked into place.
Yuan Cheng. One of the children casually adopted by Old Master Xi. He grew up with Xi Yun and became the “left arm” of the male lead’s right-hand men.
Recalling this, Le Can didn’t feel very relaxed. He vaguely remembered that in a certain chapter’s “Author’s Note,” the author had responded to several reader questions.
In a question related to Yuan Cheng, the author had dropped a small spoiler about this character, whose pure and kind nature made him very popular with readers.
First, Yuan Cheng’s personality would change in the later stages. How it would change wasn’t specified, but it was implied to be vastly different from the beginning.
Second, in a certain accident… he would lose one eye and one arm.
Le Can, his thoughts drifting, was unaware that the moment he recalled the second point, the man sitting with hands resting on his knees suddenly clenched his fists.
“What business do you have with me?”
A voice, suppressing something beneath its coldness, interrupted Le Can’s contemplation.
Le Can, unaware that he had recently caused Xi Yun’s ability to spiral out of control and that the man could occasionally catch snippets of his inner thoughts, hesitated and pursed his lips slightly.
Although one hundred thousand words wasn’t a lot, it was enough to glean some of Xi Yun’s character.
This protagonist, who rarely went crazy but was mostly calm to the point of being unfeeling, was clearly not someone who could be moved by just a few casual words.
Only interests mattered.
Le Can, having been stung by cheap, hypocritical emotions, also firmly believed that tangible benefits were far more reliable than superficial things.
If it didn’t work, it just meant the benefits offered or received weren’t enough!
“From today on, I want to follow you.”
Xi Yun asked directly, and since Le Can couldn’t think of a fabricated reason, he answered directly as well.
When Xi Yun looked up to “see” him, the young man with peach-blossom eyes held a steady gaze. “There is no reason, and I won’t give you a reason.”
Dropping this sentence cleanly, Le Can, who had unconsciously straightened his posture, slumped his waist slightly forward after Xi Yun didn’t immediately voice a rejection.
According to the male lead’s personality, as long as it wasn’t an outright refusal, there was likely room for negotiation.
“You have reasons to keep me, and I have reasons to stay by your side.”
“Since our objectives align, you won’t ask for my reasons, and I won’t exercise any superfluous curiosity.”
Le Can clapped his hands lightly and then spread them open, indicating that this was a very “fair” deal, or rather, a transaction.
Unfortunately, his speech didn’t receive any applause. Instead, he glimpsed Xi Yun frowning.
Le Can lowered his hands and sighed softly. “Considering you did spend money on me, after all… perhaps, at certain moments, I can provide you with some information…”
Using the unreliable identity of a transmigrator who had only read one hundred thousand words of the original novel.
Of course, judging the authenticity of the information would be up to Xi Yun. But Le Can wasn’t worried about that.
Even if the information he provided was one hundred percent correct, as a male lead with a brain, Xi Yun would only make decisions based on his own judgment.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Xi Yun crossed his hands in front of him, shifting his sitting posture into a more oppressive, forward-leaning stance.
He didn’t beat around the bush but asked directly, “What information can you provide me?”
The deliberate pause carried a heavy tone of scrutiny.
Le Can half-raised his head, his narrow eyes squinting, the corners tilting upward slightly. “Wealth, power…”
After these two words, Xi Yun, eyes closed beneath the white silk, remained unmoved. Le Can furrowed his brows, feeling a bit conflicted.
He didn’t want to say the next words, but the reality was that Le Can didn’t have a choice.
“Or perhaps, Yuan Cheng…”
Before the sound of the name “Cheng” could fully settle, a large hand slid up Le Can’s collarbone and suddenly seized the young man’s slender neck.
As if he had anticipated this, Le Can cooperated by lifting his head, his eyes meeting the cold, sharp gaze that had suddenly snapped open beneath the white silk.
Of course, if not for the stainless steel dining fork held in mid-air, nearly stabbing into Xi Yun’s face, this silent scene in the living room would have been much more ambiguous.
“My fiancé, what do you think?”
The young man’s voice carried a slight rasp as he smiled, throwing the question back using the same manner Xi Yun had used to question him earlier.
The man lowered his eyes, taking in every expression on the person before him. After a long while, he slowly released the hand resting on the youth’s neck.
“Yuan Cheng, move the Madam’s things to the master bedroom.”
Didn’t you want to follow me?
Then let’s start from tonight.
Le Can, who hadn’t panicked even while being choked, suddenly widened his peach-blossom eyes in panic.
The plot direction was so bizarre that Le Can didn’t even hear the blatant rebuttal of “Madam” in Xi Yun’s words.
The “following” I wanted wasn’t this kind of following!
[Author’s Note]:
[Lop-eared Rabbit Head] The white silk plot point in the summary happens after feelings have developed, oh.
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