Lu Huan changed his clothes and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
Meanwhile, Yu Baihan went to the adjacent second bedroom to freshen up and returned, only to find that Lu Huan was still in the bathroom.
The bathroom door faced the enormous bed in the center of the bedroom. Now and then, Yu Baihan, who was sleeping on the bed, would wake up to the sound of water dripping from some place in the room. He could also notice some steam covering the frosted glass door.
A tall figure was faintly visible behind the door. Yu Baihan glanced at it for a few seconds before looking away, gazing at the ceiling, lost in thought.
His situation has become complicated.
He doesn’t truly belong to either the Si family or the Lu family.
Twenty years ago, the Si family adopted Si Baihan on the advice of a “master” who said “Si Baihan” would bring prosperity to the Si family. His twenty years of upbringing ended when the time was right.
When Lu Huan emerged in the business world, the Si family knew that the time had arrived.
Thus, they schemed to bring down the Lu family, and ever since then, the Si family has been in control.
Following the Lu family’s downfall, the Si family plotted Lu Huan’s death in a car accident, and the Si family abandoned Si Baihan.
To avoid making the Si family, who are the protagonists of the novel, appear too cold-blooded, the author added a powerful psychological description before “Si Baihan’s” death, implying that he had done everything voluntarily and deserved to die!
Every time Yu Baihan recalls that psychological description, he feels choked up.
What kind of crazy outlaw plus pickup artist is this?!
Especially now that he is wearing the identity of an outcast from the Si family, Yu Baihan just wants to say: Go ahead, climb up quickly. Obey your orders.
Whoever enjoys playing these twisted games can keep doing it.
“Buzz…”
The vibrating sound of his phone snapped his attention back.
After waking up, Yu Baihan grabbed his phone from the nightstand and checked the new text message that was sent by [Si Yanting].
Oh, here comes the crazy outlaw and pick-up artist.
Si Yanting is the eldest son of the Si family and one of the masterminds behind placing “Si Baihan” in the Lu family. He is also nominally Yu Baihan’s “big brother.”
Over the years, the Si family has treated Si Baihan as a mere tool, claiming to “dote” on him, but in reality, locking him up in a room to undergo regular brainwashing of “obedience to orders.”
The one in charge of this brainwashing is Si Yanting, who has a background in psychology.
Yu Baihan couldn’t help but smirk, quickly changing Si Yanting’s contact name to [Master Pick-up Artist], then opening the text message from him.
[Master Pick-up Artist]: Are you asleep?
Yu Baihan, “…”
Glancing at the time, it was almost midnight.
Si Yanting asking about his sleep was obviously not out of genuine concern for his well-being. More likely, he was inquiring about Lu Huan’s sleeping situation.
Yu Baihan casually typed his response.
[Yu Baihan]: Yes.
A brief pause followed before the reply came.
[Master Pick-up Artist]: So fast?
Clearly, he was questioning Lu Huan’s performance.
Yu Baihan couldn’t help but chuckle, typing away with amusement on the screen.
Before Yu Baihan could send the message, the bathroom door across from the bed swung open suddenly. The aroma of shower gel mixed with water vapor wafted into the room as Lu Huan stepped out.
Wrapped in a bathrobe, Lu Huan was still steaming. Lu Huan, wrapped in a bathrobe, still steamed. His open neckline exposed his flushed chest, and water dripped from his forehead hair.
He walked over with long strides, leaving wet tracks on the carpet. Coming close to the bed, he asked darkly, “Who are you texting?”
Yu Baihan’s phone screen was still on, showing the WeChat interface.
“My big brother.”
With his dark eyes peeking from under his wet hair, Lu Huan stared at him silently and asked, “Why are you talking to him so late?”
“He can’t sleep and misses me.”
Lu Huan, “What?”
His usually steady voice subtly changed, revealing a hint of strangeness.
Yu Baihan handed him the phone directly, saying, “Look.”
Lu Huan glanced down.
The white screen light reflected in his eyes, along with the conspicuous contact name.
He paused for a few seconds before checking the content. Compared to the note, the concise conversation seemed a bit ordinary.
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[Master Pick-up Artist]: Are you asleep?
[Yu Baihan]: Yes.
[Master Pick-up Artist]: So fast?
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Yu Baihan blushed shyly. “Well, it’s a nickname between us brothers.”
Lu Huan sneered, “Really, you two are true siblings.”
The elder brother sends a late-night message to the younger brother on his wedding night, and the younger brother refers to him as “Master Pick-up Artist.”
It was quite amusing.
In his previous life, he had been blind and failed to see through this fake relationship.
Lu Huan chuckled to himself, but then his thoughts suddenly paused.
No, there were no such clues in his past life.
He looked over the edge of the towel and observed Yu Baihan, who was still lying on the bed and playing with his phone—everything about him differed from his past life.
Why?
Lu Huan finished drying his hair and prepared to go to bed.
The room was only lit by the bedside lamp and the white glow of Yu Baihan’s mobile phone screen, which reflected in his bright and lively dark eyes.
There were very few apps on Yu Baihan’s phone, with WeChat being the only one for contacting the Si family. He had just finished playing a car racing game and had one leg sticking out of the quilt.
His rolled-up trousers exposed a section of his calf.
Lu Huan looked down.
It appeared as if Yu Baihan hit the brakes on his quilt.
Lu Huan frowned. “Move over.”
Yu Baihan glanced at the spot where he was lying, realizing he hadn’t crossed halfway on the bed. “You can squeeze in with me.”
Lu Huan replied coldly, “I don’t have the habit of sharing my bed with others.”
Yu Baihan put down his phone and looked at him. “You were the one who suggested we sleep together just now, and now you’re the one who thinks we’re too close.”
He sighed. “So, are you refusing or welcoming?”
Lu Huan, “…”
If you refuse, you are welcoming.
Lu Huan chuckled in exasperation.
He lifted the quilt and stepped onto the bed, using one hand to support Yu Baihan’s side, causing the soft bed to sink slightly under the weight of the grown man.
Yu Bai held his breath and asked, “What are you doing?”
Seeing Yu Baihan like this, Lu Huan oddly felt a sense of satisfaction, like he had regained his fortune. He lowered his gaze. “You’re the one who provokes me, and you’re the one who’s scared.”
“Are you refusing or welcoming?”
Yu Baihan, “…”
What a vengeful man!
Hehehehe.
Kicking off the quilt, he reached out and grabbed the neckline of Lu Huan’s bathrobe, showing two small canine teeth as he raised his head. “Who says I’m scared? I’m so excited; I don’t know what to do with myself, okay?”
Lu Huan didn’t step back either, the corners of his lips forming a dangerous arc. “Really?”
Although those bright red, thin lips appeared to be smiling, the lighting cast a slanted shadow on his dark eyes, revealing a hint of coldness.
The white bathrobe wrapped around his lean body couldn’t hide his aggressive aura.
Yu Baihan thought for a moment, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
He quickly averted his gaze from Lu Huan’s face.
His eyes fell, and once again, he felt a shock.
Lu Huan’s bathrobe had an open neckline and an open hem. Though concealed in shadows, it was more intuitive and impactful than the suit and leather shoes he wore earlier.
“…Huh.”
Is the setting of the novel always so absurd?
“Have you seen enough?”
Lu Huan’s words brought him back to reality.
Yu Baihan withdrew his gaze and decided to hold back his surging emotions for now.
“It’s getting late; let’s go to sleep.” He moved the pillow a little farther away and solemnly retreated into the bed, saying, “I’ll spare you tonight.”
Lu Huan sneered softly. “Spare me?”
Yu Baihan had already closed his eyes. “Good night, Makabaka.”
…
The gap between the two of them widened, and finally, Lu Huan also lay down.
The bedroom was completely dark when the lamp was turned off.
Yu Baihan nestled in the silky and soft quilt, soon succumbing to the weariness from transmigrating into the novel, and drifted into a deep sleep.
Sometime later, in a daze, he turned over, and there was a muffled “bang,” as if he had kicked something warm.
After a while, he raised his knee and hit it again with a “plop.”
On the third kick, a big hand firmly gripped his knee. But before the hand could push him away, Yu Baihan, half-asleep and half-awake, suddenly buried himself forward along the pillow, reaching out his arms to hug the source of warmth in front of him.
Everything around them froze suddenly.
A gust of icy wind swept through the lifted quilt, and a hand pinched his neck.
“Si. Bai. Han…”
Yu Baihan frowned in a daze, raising his hand to pull the hand away from his neck, and then, still half-asleep, he tucked it back under the quilt.
What are you doing? Let’s go back to sleep.
… Silence followed.
A moment later, the hand pushed him away.
Yu Baihan turned over with a “pata” and settled down, not moving again throughout the night.
— —
The next day, it wasn’t even 8 o’clock when Yu Baihan woke up.
He realized that he had fallen asleep on his stomach at some point. The bed beside him was already empty, and sounds were coming from the bathroom across the room. He got up and pushed open the bathroom door, coming face to face with Lu Huan, who was brushing his teeth.
Yu Baihan greeted him cheerfully, “Morning.”
Lu Huan glanced at him in the mirror, his expression somewhat grumpy.
Yu Baihan asked, “Did you sleep well?”
Lu Huan’s foamy mouth opened a little as if to say, “Heh heh.”
Yu Baihan had a good night’s sleep. Feeling refreshed, he leaned against the door frame with a smile. “Weren’t you too nervous to fall asleep last night?”
Lu Huan spat out the water from rinsing his mouth and wiped his face. “Yesterday was an exception. Starting today, you’ll move to the second bedroom.”
Yu Baihan took it in stride. “Sure, no problem.”
He turned his head to the adjacent room to freshen up and then went downstairs to have breakfast with Lu Huan.
The dining table was a large, long table that could seat twelve people, and the housekeeper, Uncle Feng, along with two servants, were standing by.
Lu Huan sat at the head of the table, and Yu Baihan took the seat to his right. “I won’t sit across from you; the conversation is too loud.”
Lu Huan replied casually, “I don’t talk much while eating.”
Yu Baihan said, “I do.”
So it was his talking that had gotten him into this situation.
“…Whatever.”
After quickly finishing breakfast, Lu Huan was about to get up and leave, but he suddenly turned around and called Yu Baihan, “You’re coming with me to the company.”
Yu Baihan was sipping his milk, and upon hearing this, he put down his cup and wiped the milk froth from the corner of his mouth. “What am I going to do there?”
Lu Huan didn’t answer, a faint glint in his eyes.
What was he going to do? Obviously, it was to show off.
He wasn’t going to make the same mistakes as he did in his past life; this time, he would keep a close eye on people.
The butler, Uncle Feng, tried to mediate, “Newlyweds are inseparable…”
His words were cut off by a cold voice, “Uncle Feng.”
The room fell silent instantly.
Yu Baihan wiped his mouth, stood up, and followed Lu Huan. “Then let’s go.”
Uncle Feng led the way.
They walked out of the dining room into a spacious living room. One side of the living room was adorned with floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing the warm morning light to illuminate the space.
The front door was open, and a young man of about twenty-six or twenty-seven was standing there, waiting.
Uncle Feng paused outside the entrance. “Sir, please take your time.”
Then he turned to Yu Baihan and smiled, “Master Si, take care.”
Yu Baihan hesitated. “Uncle Feng, let’s change the name.”
Lu Huan glanced at him, and the corners of his lips twitched, as if mocking, “Then what do you want to be called, Mrs. Lu?”
Yu Baihan blushed. “I’ll figure it out later. I just got married, so I’m a bit tired.”
Lu Huan, “…”
Uncle Feng suggested, “How about Mr. Si?”
Yu Baihan pursed his lips. “Let’s not decide now; it might bring bad luck.” He added, “Especially if it’s said too hastily.” It might sound like a curse.
The three of them fell silent at once, both inside and outside the hall.
It was probably the first time they heard themselves being criticized.
Lu Huan remarked, “It seems that the Si family hasn’t treated you very kindly.”
Yu Baihan replied calmly, “Fortunately, they’re as good as my elder brother.”
Lu Huan instantly recalled that eye-catching remark: Master Pick-Up Artist.
“……”
Uncle Feng was still trying to figure out how to address him, “Um, then—”
Yu Baihan straightened up after changing his shoes, facing the lush garden outside the French windows of the living room.
“Let’s go with Baihan.” He suggested.
Yu Baihan.
No matter what he wore or which world he found himself in, he would always be Yu Baihan.
Uncle Feng breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly. “Master Baihan.”
Lu Huan stopped by the doorway and turned to look at the entrance.
Yu Baihan stood there, gazing at the courtyard with vibrant vegetation in his eyes. He stood there freely and full of life, more vigorous than the spring grass in the garden.
Sensing Lu Huan’s gaze, Yu Baihan turned his head and smiled at him. His black pupils reflected the morning light, making them shine like precious gems.
Lu Huan was taken aback for a moment before turning and walking towards the car.
Fan Lin followed and reported in a hushed tone, “Sir, the third young master of the Si family is coming over today.”
Lu Huan’s steps paused slightly, though it went unnoticed by Fan Lin.
He lowered his eyes to conceal the emotions within them and said in a composed voice, “He must be here to discuss the new port project in the east of the city. Arrange for someone to prepare the necessary documents.”
“Yes, sir.”
After Yu Baihan and Uncle Feng exchanged greetings, he followed a few steps behind Lu Huan. He noticed that Lu Huan’s eyes seemed to darken again, indicating his lack of enthusiasm.
Curious, Yu Baihan asked, “What’s the matter?”
Just as Lu Huan was about to answer, he halted. Instead, his gaze shifted to Yu Baihan, and a slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “It’s nothing.”
Yu Baihan quirked an eyebrow. “Huh?”
What’s with the sudden laughter?
However, Lu Huan nodded toward the car, motioning for Yu Baihan to get in. It seemed like he was shepherding a sheep into a pen. “Get in the car.”
Yu Baihan was confused, but still complied. “Alright.”
Author’s note:
Yu Baihan: What is this maniac doing?
Lu Huan: Herding the sheep into the pen.jpg
Yu Baihan, finally realizing: So, you’re a shepherd dog?
Lu Huan: …
*Yu Baihan’s “unlucky words” are aimed only at the Si family, particularly at an outlaw maniac inside the Si Family from the original novel.
LMAO THEY’RE SHADING EACH OTHER. I LOVE THEIR DYNAMICS 😂
They are totally a perfect match..
Yes they are perfect pairs😉😄sometimes lovey-dovey sometimes fiery but love is definite😂
Typo in his name
Yu Bai held his breath ….
Thanks!
These 2 are going to be a hoot – let the shenanigans begin!
Thanks for the chapter 💞
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Oh, those two are worth each other 😀
But can someone explain what was that unlucky about names? 🤔
Hi! Si is a homonym for the word ‘death’ in Chinese, so it was seen as an unlucky name by Yu Baihan, whose real surname is not Si, as he was someone who transmigrated into the book.