Chapter 27: Original Plot
Hu Zhe genuinely didn’t think much of it. Although he also felt a princess carry between two grown men was a bit strange, forgive him for being a steel-straight man—he really couldn’t connect it to that aspect.
“And then?”
Hu Zhe continued, “Young Master Lin also personally made hangover soup for Young Master. The two Young Masters have such a good relationship.”
Wen Yuhuai’s good mood from waking up turned not so good.
He remembered seeing a phrase online before: “Rotten eyes see people as gay.”
But he wasn’t “rotten” either. Why did he always feel his good brothers were all a bit abnormal?
Or was it actually him who wasn’t normal?
While he was conflicted, his phone rang with a message notification. He looked down and found it was a message from Lin Shiyu.
[Awake? Does your head still hurt? There is honey water on the table. Remember to drink it; you’ll feel better.]
Wen Yuhuai’s mood became even more complex.
Was he crazy, or was this world crazy? Why did he feel his good brothers were plotting against him?
First Fu Xingjian and Gu Yanxiu, and now Lin Shiyu…
It seemed very necessary for him to go find a psychological counselor offline for a good chat. Being gay was too scary; being a gay man was scary beyond limits.
Think about it: a fine young man like him became mentally abnormal just after being locked up and kissed a few times by a gay man. If this went on, wouldn’t he turn from straight to bent?
He looked down to continue reading the message, trying hard to interpret this paragraph as a good brother’s concern for him. After a long time, he replied with two words: [Drank it.]
The top of the chat box quickly showed “Typing…”
A moment later, another message came: [Good that you drank it. Don’t look for trouble with me if your head hurts. I didn’t make you drink much yesterday; it was the others who made you drink. I even specially made hangover soup for you so you wouldn’t feel so terrible.]
Wen Yuhuai’s tense emotions relaxed abruptly. This was right; this was the normal mode of interaction between good brothers. What the hell was that first sentence just now? Someone who didn’t know would think it was sent to a girlfriend.
Sitting on the sofa, Wen Yuhuai replied with a relaxed mood: [Not bad. You even know how to make hangover soup now. So capable. You won’t have to worry about finding a wife in the future.]
Lin Shiyu’s hand paused, and the expression on his face instantly cooled a few degrees.
He had sent the first message without thinking. Waiting for a long time without a reply, he knew he had said the wrong thing. So he edited that large paragraph just now, intending to make him lower his guard. He didn’t expect him to lower it too much—even arranging a wife for him.
But the candidate for his wife in his heart was only one person.
Thinking it over, he sent another message: [How did the hangover soup taste? Did you like it?]
This question truly stumped Wen Yuhuai. He was a mess of drunkenness last night; he didn’t even remember who brought him back, let alone any hangover soup.
But considering it was made personally by his good brother, possibly his first time cooking, he couldn’t pour cold water on him. What if he stopped entering the kitchen in the future?
After careful consideration, Wen Yuhuai typed a line in the chat box: [Tasted very good. Continue the good work in the future. [Thumbs Up]]
The other party sent a string of slightly speechless ellipses.
Just then, Auntie Chen made breakfast and called them to eat. Wen Yuhuai put away his phone in a good mood. He suddenly thought of a hugely profitable method that wouldn’t require him to see a psychologist.
That was to matchmake the protagonist group with the soon-to-appear heroine.
That’s right. The book he transmigrated into wasn’t a serious book. specifically, it was a hit work from a certain “Begonia” (Haitang) site.
Thinking back, clicking on this book was purely accidental. He couldn’t exit even if he wanted to, so with a mindset of smashing a cracked pot, he read a few chapters. This reading opened the door to a new world directly.
In the end, he unwittingly finished the whole book.
In summary, this book was about the heroine and her flower protectors doing this and that. The flower protectors were his good brothers, the protagonist group of four.
And his current identity was a thorough, malicious supporting male character.
Narrow-minded, jealous, aiming higher than the sky despite knowing nothing. The most damnable thing was that he coveted the heroine’s beauty. At a certain banquet, he drugged the heroine with some unspeakable drug, wanting to force himself on her.
In the end, of course, he was severely punished by the protagonist group and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.
Of course, thanks to his hard work over the years, he had already established good relationships with the protagonist group and successfully shed his identity as a malicious villain. Once the heroine appeared and he properly matched them up, wouldn’t his good days arrive completely?
He didn’t believe that with the delicate and soft heroine in front of them, they would have the leisure to look at a hard man like him.
He dared not imagine how awesome life would be after he successfully matched the male and female leads.
He would be able to walk sideways in the entire Beijing circle.
On the other side.
After thoroughly dealing with the hotel surveillance issue, Fu Xingjian couldn’t resist opening his phone and clicking on a certain pure black app.
A few seconds later, a map of Beijing popped up on the screen. A very obvious small red dot was fixed in a corner of the map.
That was the Wen residence.
Visibly, the small red dot wasn’t static. It moved in a small range from time to time, but quickly returned to a fixed place: Wen Yuhuai’s room.
The phone wasn’t given for free back then. It had the most advanced tracking device installed. As long as he wanted, he could know exactly where Wen Yuhuai was anytime, anywhere.
However, among the three phones, he ultimately chose his. Did that mean Ah Yu also had a bit of preference for him?
Wen Yuhuai didn’t care about preference or whatever. He was busy writing down the plot lines he still remembered in his notes.
If his memory served him right, the heroine should appear at a Beijing wealthy family banquet. Her identity was a waitress serving wine, and she would be deliberately troubled by several wealthy young ladies because of her beauty.
Then, without surprise, the heroine’s strong and resilient white lotus image successfully attracted the protagonist group. She captured the hearts of all the male leads on the spot, finally starting a series of melodramatic, dog-blood stories of “she flees, he chases, they can’t fly even with wings.”
Of course, this had nothing to do with him. He just needed to lie flat honestly and be his wealthy salted fish.
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