In the luxurious, classic-styled room, the servants hurriedly cleaned up the cake on the carpet. Their eldest young master, Song Yao, laid in the authentic leather sofa, his legs crossed, and his body wrapped in a haute couture suit.
Blue veins bulged on his forehead and his brows were furrowed. He held a lit cigar between his slender, plum blossom branches-like fingers. The smoke spiraling out of his mouth couldn’t hide his anger.
The servants only wanted to clean up the miserable scene as quickly as possible. They were afraid the eldest young master would suddenly flip the table in anger and tell them to scram.
Today was the youngest master’s, Ren Ximing’s 20th birthday, but moments before, in front of everyone, Ren Ximing threw the cake into the garbage before slamming the door and leaving.
He was truly too insensible. The eldest young master was a very busy man, but he made time to celebrate his birthday. Not only was he ungrateful, he threw a tantrum.
After cleaning the miserable scene, the servants left quickly, fearful of being implicated.
In the enormous room, Song Yao was the only person left.
Ren Ximing’s question was still replaying in his head: Are you meeting that woman tonight?
Since it was the other’s birthday today, Song Yao replied in a rare case of good-naturedness: Ming ming, I told you to call her “Big Sis Jun Jun”. I’m just picking her up from work, it won’t interfere with celebrating your birthday. Speaking of which, she lives nearby. She also wants to celebrate your birthday, so how about we invite her over—
And then Ren Ximing threw away the cake.
*
Song Yao, 26 years old. At his young age, he had a successful career and stood at the top of the business world. From when he was a child, life was a breeze. Everything for him went smoothly and easily.
That was, except for one thing.
He had a burden that he couldn’t shake off. His non-blood related and completely useless younger brother, Ren Ximing.
Ren Ximing, he was younger than Song Yao by 6 years. Father Song Sheng brought home this child when Song Yao was 11 years old, and he told Song Yao: “The Song Family we have today is thanks to this child’s mother. You must treat him like he’s your real brother.”
Ren Ximing’s mother was Song Sheng’s benefactor as well as his white moonlight. One could say, without her, there wouldn’t be the current Song Sheng. After she passed away from a terminal illness, Song Sheng volunteered to adopt her child. Song Sheng always believed that Ren Ximing was his biological child as well and treated him even better than he did Song Yao.
When Ren Ximing arrived at the Song household, he was already 5 years old but he barely spoke. He always looked stupid, sickly, and wretched.
Ren Ximing was diagnosed with autism as a child and displayed obvious symptoms. He couldn’t go to school, interact with people, and often bursted into hysterical crying fits.
Song Sheng once pampered him to the moon. He accompanied him every day and found the best doctors and tutors for him. Song Yao hated how happy they looked. He felt that this intruder had stolen away his father.
However, Song Sheng’s love had a limit. When Ren Ximing was 8 years old, the result of a DNA paternity test showed Shong Sheng that the child wasn’t related to him at all, so he tossed the child to his wife instead.
One time, his wife took Ren Ximing to a seaside villa to escape from the heat. She wanted to go for a relaxing swim, so she tossed the child to the nanny. The nanny, fed up with the crying, locked Ren Ximing in the kitchen.
She thought, since the kitchen was full of food, the kid could just feed himself if he got hungry. She went plaza dancing without any worries.
As a result, Ren Ximing didn’t touch the food at all. He started a fire and the flames quickly caught onto the curtains. If Song Yao hadn’t discovered him, Ren Ximing would’ve already died.
After that incident, Song Yao’s parent’s marriage only existed in name. They had no time for the children. Thus, Ren Ximing became Song Yao’s responsibility.
In the morning, Song Yao must feed him milk.
Every drawing must be shown to Song Yao.
He only ate what Song Yao gave him.
He must pick Song Yao up from school every day.
Every night, at 7 pm, he must watch cartoons with Song Yao.
At 10 pm, Song Yao must tell him a story.
If Song Yao broke the schedule, he would mumble “I, hate, brother” a hundred times. He would hit, scream, bite, and cry from morning till night. No matter how much Song Yao yelled or hid from him, he stuck to Song Yao like a piece of taffy. Every day it was “brother”, “brother”, he kept on calling for him.
Song Yao hated him; he hated that he was weak, dirty, wretched, and stubborn, but at the same time, he pitied him. Ren Ximing’s real parents weren’t here anymore, he also had autism and wasn’t close with anyone else but him. Such a useless child. He definitely wouldn’t be able to live without him.
So, he gave up on pushing Ren Ximing away and tried his best to be good to him.
All the doctors and tutors they hired seemed to have some effects. Ren Ximing’s autism slowly saw improvement.
By the time he was 12, not only could he speak normally, he caught up and even surpassed the school’s academic standards. He displayed outstanding talents in all subjects, and especially so in arts and programming. People praised him as a genius.
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Song Yao thought things would finally get easier for him.
However, who would’ve thought, Ren Ximing’s obsession towards him became even worse. He was like a ghost that pestered him nonstop.
He always used those big eyes to look at Song Yao. The color of his irises were overly pale. Under the light, they appeared dark gold, or empty, or warm. They looked so strange, it made Song Yao feel unwell all over.
As for the most frightening incident, at the time Song Yao was 19. He just made his first girlfriend and it happened that night.
It was a winter night. Song Yao groomed himself in high spirits, preparing to go on a date with his girlfriend, but he saw Ren Ximing with a blanket wrapped around himself on the second floor. Ren Ximing grabbed the railing and shouted, “Brother, you didn’t tell me a bedtime story!”
Song Yao always read him a story at 10 pm. This was tradition for many years now.
Song Yao: “Ming ming, you’re already in middle school. Don’t be such a child, read it by yourself.”
Ren Ximing’s voice trembled: “Are you going to meet that woman?”
Song Yao frowned: “Don’t be rude, I’m going on a date with the big sister. You’ve met her before. She even bought you milk tea.”
“I don’t want it! You’re not allowed to go!” His voice undergoing pubescent changes sounded extremely strange.
“Kids shouldn’t meddle in the affairs of adults.”
Song Yao was ready to leave. He was about to be late.
He heard his brother’s shaky sobs, “If…if you go…I…I…I will jump from here!”
He was so agitated that his stutters resurfaced. His words were unclear.
Song Yao was fed up at this point. Ren Ximing was like an invisible cage that shackled him. But Ren Ximing wasn’t his responsibility in the first place! So what if his mother helped the Song Family? So what if he had autism? Why must he be tied down by him?!
He walked towards the front door without looking back.
He heard a “thud”.
A shiver ran from the sole of his feet to his scalp.
He turned around. Ren Ximing was no longer on the second floor. He was sprawled on the floor like a broken doll. Blood flowed from his forehead.
He didn’t go on the date. He carried Ren Ximing and rushed towards the hospital like a madman.
That day, Ren Ximing injured his forehead, elbows, and back, leaving him with permanent scars.
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The first thing he said to Song Yao was: Are you still going to meet her?
Of course Song Yao couldn’t go meet her. Because he missed the date, the girl argued with him. He didn’t have the energy to deal with her so they broke up soon after.
From then on, every time he saw Ren Ximing’s scars, he felt suffocated.
How were they scars? They were chains.
*
For Ren Ximing, Song Yao invited the best psychiatrist. After a few years of treatment, although Ren Ximing was still unable to be apart from him, he wasn’t as sticky as he was when he was a kid and his body was also no longer as frail.
Then of course, he entered a long and difficult rebellious era. At 18, he was 188 cm tall. He dyed his black hair into an unpleasant silver, covered up his scars with strange tattoos, pierced his ears and lip, learned to smoke and drink, didn’t come home at night, and often caused troubles. Every time Song Yao scolded him, he pretended to be deaf.
Song Yao could only entrust Ren Ximing’s safety to the bodyguards and let him play to his heart’s content. The two of them lived under the same roof, but they rarely ate together or asked about each other. But Song Yao, for one, was perfectly fine with that. At least he was finally free.
He relaxed his guard, and on Ren Ximing’s 20th birthday, he took half a day off from work to celebrate it with him. However, by a slip of tongue, he mentioned he was going to pick up his new girlfriend from her work.
Which led up to this point. Ren Ximing, who always had a whatever attitude, threw the cake away and slammed the door shut on his way out.
Since he already asked for a leave, Song Yao didn’t plan to go back to the company. He had nothing to do at home. After watching a movie and answering a few emails, he instructed the chef to make a new, 2-tier cake as well as fresh dishes.
He called Ren Ximing’s phone three times, but no one answered.
A bodyguard filled him in, and his face darkened.
10 o’clock at night, he heard a race car vrooming outside. The front door swung open and he heard his girlfriend’s familiar laughter.
He strode towards the entrance and opened the light.
His current girlfriend, Jun Jun, looking rather intoxicated, had her arms wrapped around Ren Ximing’s neck and was giggling happily.
Ren Ximing’s silver hair was especially eye-piercing under the light. He quirked his brow and smirked provocatively, “Big Sis Jun Jun just said she prefers me over you, brother. You’re too uptight, you never even kissed her.”
So, he took a day off from work to sincerely celebrate his birthday. He threw the cake away? Fine. But he went out and seduced his girlfriend?
Song Yao felt years of repressed anger exploding at once.
He slapped Ren Ximing across the face. He didn’t hold back. His palm burned.
Tears bursted from Ren Ximing’s eyes, but Song Yao didn’t feel sorry for him at all. He only saw a demon in front of him!
Ren Ximing looked at him, who was frigid to the extreme, and wailed like a child.
He sat on the floor and cried, like rotten mud.
Song Yao, arms crossed, looked down at him without any pity.
He only wanted this demon to disappear from his life.
When Ren Ximing was tired from crying, he lifted his face, which was a complete mess. He muttered deliriously, “You’re just like God. You’re always so high above. You have everyone’s love…even though…I only have you in my eyes…only you…but you…you ignore me, resent me, despise me. I really want to know…”
His eyes burned with madness, “If I dragged you down from your altar, what would it look like?”
That night, Ren Ximing didn’t eat any cake.
He locked himself in his room like always.
Song Yao ate by himself. Time whittled away his initial rage. He felt a bit remorseful.
An autistic person like Ren Ximing having a life close to a normal person was already a miracle. His obsession towards him was a result of his sickness. Like the psychiatrist said, it was similar to a case of filial imprinting. After he saved Ren Ximing’s life, Ren Ximing believed he was the only trustworthy person in the world.
Back when Ren Ximing still couldn’t speak properly, he drew a lot of beautiful pictures. Every single picture was of Song Yao. For him, Song Yao was the most beautiful thing.
He was distrustful of food given by others, he only ate what Song Yao gave him; even if it was poison, he would swallow it without hesitation.
He never smiled at others, his smiles all belonged to Song Yao.
Every music he played, every piece he wrote, they were all for Song Yao.
…..
It was clearly a sickness, but he was really moved. And perhaps because he was moved, he willingly took up this responsibility.
Since he accepted this responsibility, he oughtn’t give up halfway. He should’ve known, for Ren Ximing who was so reliant on him, having a girlfriend would cause him to feel insecure. He should be more patient, give his brother time to slowly adjust, so his brother will understand he would never abandon him.
Yes, his brother will come to understand.
One day, for sure, this poor child would be completely cured and finally be able to properly enjoy life.
Thinking this, he carefully sliced a piece of cake and stuck on a number “20” candle.
He was about to knock on Ren Ximing’s door when he heard a scream.
He immediately opened the door. He hadn’t entered Ren Ximing’s room for a very, very long time.
In the messy room, Ren Ximing was nowhere to be seen, as if he had disappeared into thin air.
The cake fell to the floor.
Countless codes jumped out of the computer and revolved in the air.
Before he could react, he was sucked into the code.
He seemed to have fainted. When he woke up, he heard a mechanical voice:
[System: Hello, host. Congratulations for binding to the “role-playing” system. If you complete the assigned missions, you and Ren Ximing would safely return to reality, Ren Ximing’s autism would be completely cured, and we will grant you a wish. Fail the mission and both of you die.]
The mechanical voice was strict and serious, but Song Yao only saw a fat and squishy golden hamster. It had perky ears, its nose and paws were pink and soft, and it looked like it was constantly smiling. There were also two round balls hanging from it.
This…wasn’t this the hamster he raised a few years ago? The one he saw at the flowers and birds market and brought home.
That hamster kept growing chubbier (cuter) from his brother’s constant feeding. Eventually, it was hard to tell if it was a hamster or a pig.
Sadly, its lifespan was only 3 years. Last year, it went to hamster heaven.
[The hamster system saw it was being ignored and squeaked angrily: Host, are you listening?]
Song Yao bit his tongue. He quirked his brow. This wasn’t a dream. The hamster became a system and was sternly telling him about the mission’s rewards and punishments.
His employees who were fond of novels had recommended some male-oriented transmigration novels to him before. He read a couple when he was bored.
So, he really transmigrated?
[Song Yao: Can I refuse?]
[Hamster system, shocked: Are the rewards not attractive enough?]
[Song Yao: I can treat Ming ming’s illness and fulfill my own wishes without any price.]
[Hamster system licked its feet: Fair, but you are our special guest, you cannot refuse.]
[Song Yao: Special guest? Seems like this place has an owner. Who is it?]
[The hamster scratched its head with its foot: That’s up to the host to find out. Can’t tell you right now.]
Song Yao wasn’t a person to hesitate. Since he was unable to refuse the system, it wasn’t like he couldn’t accept.
He was feeling that life was too smooth and boring recently. He could complete a mission and cure Ren Ximing, it sounded pretty fresh.
As for the possibility of failure? He had never failed before.
[Song Yao: What’s the mission?]
[The hamster smiled: You will be sent to 3 worlds. You need to capture the gods in each world, drag them from their altar, and receive their love.]
[Song Yao: What counts as “receiving their love”?]
[Hamster: A favorability value will be shown above the god’s head. 100% means the capture is successful.]
Due to his younger brother’s hindrance, Song Yao never got to experience a proper romance. The furthest he went was holding his girlfriend’s hand. Dating wasn’t his strong suit, but he was very interested in it.
[Hamster: If there’s no other question, you’ll be sent to the first world straight away. It’s a world based on a novel, the god is the superstar, Shen Muhan, and you are his gloomy, fanatical, sasaeng fan.
May everything be smooth for you, host.]
Gloomy? Fanatical? Sasaeng fan? Besides the fact these words were completely incompatible with Song Yao, he’d never chased a star before. This was his first time hearing the term “sasaeng fan”.
The hamster sneezed and gave him a simple rundown. He didn’t have any questions and was immediately sent to the first world.
In a dark space, amidst countless codes, Ren Ximing greedily looked at Song Yao’s image on the screen.
He tilted his head. His smile was fevered and strange:
Big brother, from now on, I’ll be God.
And you, will plead for my love.
I’m looking forward to it.
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Ren Ximing: Your real mission is to approach me, understand me, and fall in love with me.
Ooooh this looks interesting and like a good possibility for something messed up~ just the way I like it heheheh curious how this straight laced, elite MC will portray a fanatical sasaeng fan! Thanks for picking it up!
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Thanks for the interesting pick and great translation 🤣❤️
Ahahahh ML is so cute! Very blackbelly and his train of thought incomprehensible. Thank you for translating~
Sigh. Ren Ximing is 188 cm tall. 😫
Soo interesting
Thank you for picking this up Hope the updates come steadily.
What horrible parents song yao has especially his dad. They completely neglected a child they chose to adopt as well as their own leaving him to raise the special needs child as a child himself. I forgive anything ximing does when you consider his upbringing. As someone with a cousin my age i grew up with who has autism and is doing amazing, this hurts my heart.
MC has such an eye for picking up girlfriends hahaha
I LIKE IT!! Gald I gave it a try >_</ I thought it will be your typical yandere gong w so so plot but the plot is new to me n hv really made me curious