Chapter 9: Sharing a Bed? GET! Causing the Ascetic Male Lead to Break His Vows…
At one o’clock in the morning, silence reigned supreme.
Fine, fragmented, yet impossible-to-ignore noises drifted from the bathroom a few steps away into the ears of the person in the room.
In the shadows cast by the bedside lamp, Le Can opened his eyes gloomily, then let out an equally gloomy sigh.
He really didn’t know how things had developed to this point!
In the novel, no matter how the butterflies and bees fluttered around him, the protagonist remained unwavering from start to finish. Yet, for some unknown reason, he started this run with a fiancé.
Even on the first night of “confirming the relationship,” they had fast-forwarded to the stage of sharing a bed! (Not really.)
As the “male beauty disaster” directly responsible for causing the monk-like male lead to break his precepts, Le Can didn’t feel a shred of complacency. Instead, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, as miserable as if he were mourning his own funeral.
If he could, he would have loved to grab Xi Yun by the shoulders and shake him violently. Preferably to drain out whatever water had flooded into that man’s brain!
But right now, the only things Le Can could clutch were the quilt wrapped around him—which carried a faint, pleasant, cold fragrance—and the stainless steel dining fork he had nearly stabbed into Xi Yun’s head earlier.
Le Can knew perfectly well that Xi Yun wasn’t actually blind; it was impossible for him to be unaware of Le Can’s movements.
After all, as far as he knew, a protagonist who carved a path through swords and shadows without a keen sense of danger would have had a rushed, terrible ending hundreds of thousands of words ago.
But the reality was that looking through the website, it was nothing but million-word epics. Sometimes the protagonist would even change maps or identities; while others lamented that “life is finite,” these novels had Part Two, Part Three, an endless series.
Cough, getting off topic.
Xi Yun clearly knew he was holding a “lethal weapon,” yet he hadn’t instructed Yuan Cheng to confiscate it…
At this moment, Le Can, nestled in his own separate duvet on the bed, silently rubbed the smooth surface of the fork with his thumb, unable to gauge the man’s true thoughts.
Perhaps because he had been holding it for so long, the cold, four-tined fork had taken on human warmth.
It was 1 AM. His frail body was drowsy, and the toasty, will-eroding warmth of the blanket was taking over…
Le Can pondered for less than a moment before finally placing the fork on the small side table.
Everyone knows the male lead never makes a losing deal. Between the one hundred million, the fiancé title, and the shared bed, surely he didn’t want Le Can’s little life.
As for worrying about sleeping in the same bed? Le Can, who had implicit faith in Xi Yun’s nature as the “King of Loners,” let out a scoff through his nose.
Heh, how is that possible?
Imagining Xi Yun bending (turning gay) was less likely than Le Can dreaming tonight that he’d become the richest man in the country. If he worked hard at the latter, maybe he could one day become the richest man in his village (diluted version).
The former?
Le Can snorted with laughter, closing his eyes and letting his consciousness drift, though he didn’t let it fade completely.
He still had things to say to Xi Yun when he came out…
A moment later, a squeak broke the calm of the room as the tightly shut bathroom door opened from the inside.
Humid steam peeked out through the crack in the door before the person did. Shortly after, a man wearing pure black pajamas walked out.
He stepped into the room, casually drying his still-damp hair tips with a white towel as he walked.
When he reached the bedside, a rising and falling little lump suddenly intruded into his vision.
A lustrous, smooth white, set against the dark bedding, looked exactly like a Nanyang pearl placed in a black velvet box.
Le Can was wrapped tightly in the quilt; such whiteness was too abrupt and shouldn’t have appeared.
But all barriers failed at that moment, and Xi Yun instantly realized his ability had crossed the line again…
With just one glance, the person standing by the bed quickly withdrew his gaze and turned around.
Hiding the complex emotions in his eyes, Xi Yun tossed aside the towel in his hand, took a strip of white silk from the drawer of the bedside nightstand, and tied it over his eyes.
Before, the function of the white silk was to remind him not to cross the line. Now, because of the impenetrable Le Can, there was another red line known only to him.
Lifting a corner of the quilt, Xi Yun slowly lay down inside the bedding.
Two men, two quilts. In Xi Yun’s view, everything was normal—even though Le Can bore the title of his fiancé.
It was just that for someone who had slept alone for years, hearing breathing right beside his ear, however shallow, was something he wasn’t used to.
Xi Yun maintained a posture facing the ceiling, eyes closed, his Adam’s apple bobbing slowly.
He had agreed to Le Can’s request to follow him, deliberately misinterpreting the other’s meaning to a certain extent. He had even moved the person into his own bedroom, almost as a counterattack.
All of this was not born from any romantic notion.
Missing one eye, one arm.
This was the information Xi Yun had gleaned from Le Can’s inner thoughts—brief, yet shocking. He couldn’t accept that a single sentence could so lightly summarize Yuan Cheng’s future.
After hearing the inner voice for the first time that morning and confirming it wasn’t an illusion, Xi Yun had spent the entire afternoon and evening interacting with as many people as possible.
But aside from those two uninhibited, slightly nonchalant sentences, he hadn’t picked up a third inner thought.
Until he was face-to-face with Le Can again…
A person thrown out by relatives in exchange for benefits, yet revealing a personality completely different from the investigation reports; a person who caused his ability to spiral out of control, yet seemed to control the on-off switch of his new power; a person with secrets, who seemed to foresee the future.
Since Xi Yun possessed an ability himself, he wasn’t blindly confident enough to believe he was the only lucky one.
Until he figured everything out, Le Can, marked as “special,” could only be bound to him.
Not just bound, but the more contact, the better. It would be best if he could hear the cause and effect of Yuan Cheng’s accident. To know who the people were that harmed him.
Once Xi Yun knew in advance who it was…
In the darkness, two long, large hands exposed to the air suddenly clenched tight, veins popping on the back of the hands, revealing a shocking level of violence and sex appeal.
“Mm, you here?”
A mumbling, vague voice rang out, breaking the stagnant atmosphere on the other half of the bed.
Xi Yun’s fists relaxed, then slowly clenched again two seconds later.
The eyes covered by the strip of white silk opened silently, but their owner didn’t turn his head toward the dazed person beside him. “Mn.”
Le Can didn’t mind Xi Yun’s reticence. In his subconscious, a “No-CP” male lead speaking less fit the character profile better.
And based on the experience of the last two encounters, if Xi Yun actually engaged in conversation, no matter who ended up suffering a loss, it certainly wouldn’t be Xi Yun himself.
Dead tired but unable to sleep just yet, Le Can buried his head into the soft bedding, humming and hawing.
“I won’t follow you tomorrow for the time being. I need to go back for a trip, mm, to get some things…”
His voice, thick with nasal tones, grew quieter and quieter until it vanished from the ear.
Two seconds later, the sound of even breathing signaled that the speaker had fallen asleep.
Why go back?
Because anything even remotely valuable in the little soft bun’s possession had been conned away by his unscrupulous uncle’s family. As Le Can gradually received parts of the memory, he discovered some important items within.
Unrelated to money or wealth, they were just some photos and notes recording many fragments and memories from when the little soft bun’s parents were still alive.
Stacks of yellowing paper and photo paper had been carefully preserved; they were the original Le Can’s most precious possessions.
He had borrowed the other’s identity and body. He couldn’t do much for now, but asking for these treasures back and returning them to their owner was something he could do.
Besides that, Le Can urgently needed a sum of startup capital.
After all, if he remembered correctly, Xi Yun, who had just taken back the auction house, had some critical auction item acquisition channels intercepted by his scumbag father and stepmother. Yet soon, they would welcome one of the auction house’s two most important annual events—the Spring Auction.
The Spring Auction set the tone, and the Autumn Auction wrapped up the year; neither could afford any mishaps.
Although the male lead reacted quickly, securing most of the mid-to-high-end boutiques and some niche potential lots for the Spring Auction, he remained clueless regarding the top-tier lots that would directly influence the prestige of the event.
With the Spring Auction imminent, without top-tier lots, Xi Yun’s auction house would be far inferior to and lag behind its peers. If the reputation wasn’t established at the start, they would fall behind in the later Autumn Auction as well.
Coincidentally, at this very moment, Xi Yun—who had been influenced by Old Master Xi since childhood and knew a thing or two about various collectibles—had obtained the greatest “Golden Finger” of his life: X-Ray Vision!
The male lead was about to slaughter the competition, and at the same time, the opportunity Le Can had been waiting for to “pick up leaks” (find hidden treasures) had arrived!
As long as he followed Xi Yun, the time to make money would come. It was just that the pitiful six thousand yuan in the little soft bun’s account was a bit too little for initial investment capital.
So, this “return home” wasn’t just for the sentimental keepsakes; Le Can planned to retrieve a sum of startup funds.
The inheritance left by the original parents, plus the one hundred million from selling him—all of it was in Le Wenxin’s hands.
Le Can didn’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed about reaching out to ask for money. After all, that money should have belonged to this identity from the very beginning.
Oh, right. From the corners of his memory, Le Can also dug up Le Ruisi, who had previously messaged him to meet.
It would have been fine if Le Can didn’t have the memories, but once he had those immersive recollections of being bullied, the roots of his newly regrown right thumb and index finger started to itch.
One look at this “good cousin” and you knew he harbored no good intentions. Since he was going back anyway, he might as well deal with him in passing…
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In the room where only breathing could be heard, the pure black bed—low-key and simple, yet with a price tag that would drop jaws—was divided into two distinct halves.
One half was neat and tidy, corners tucked in properly; the other half was full of creases, the duvet of the same color churned into a wrinkled mess.
After the person on the disordered half of the bed finished speaking, the room remained silent for a long time.
Just when the moonlight thought the remaining person had also fallen asleep and quietly peeked through the gap in the curtains into the room, a faint “Mn” sounded from the other half of the bed.
The moonlight was startled and scattered across the room, a patch of it falling on the end of the patternless white silk, casting a soft white halo.
Confirming the person beside him was fast asleep—a sweet, silent slumber from which no further inner thoughts could be gleaned—Xi Yun finally closed his eyes and fell into a dream as well…
[Author’s Note]:
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The Current Xi Big Yun: Bending (turning gay) is impossible.
The Future Xi Big Yun: Bends into a mosquito coil, and still has to cling tight to the wife.
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