After a Real Person Plays the Protagonist of an Anguish Novel [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Canary 01

Opening his eyes, the image before him blurred and shook. Tang Yiqing felt himself being dragged upstairs. The man pulling him was dressed in a sharp suit, his profile chiseled and stern; his expression at this moment was gloomy, as if suppressing a raging fire.

Tang Yiqing closed his eyes for a moment. In an instant, his past experiences flashed by like a galloping white horse, spanning from his birth to this very second.

The system had accelerated it for him; those life events were the experiences he had truly lived through.

456: “Host, the memories of the previous world are being cleared. All current data for this world is 0. Please do your best, Host~”

When he opened his eyes again, Tang Yiqing’s mind was clear. He had a faint impression of what happened in the last world, though he didn’t remember the details. However, he retained that sense of increased experience one gets after clearing a level.

Currently, he was in a manor. The interior decor was somewhat vintage; oil paintings hung on the walls, patterns were intricate, and everything appeared extravagant.

He was brought to the fourth floor and his arm was flung away, causing him to fall directly onto the sofa. He looked up and saw the man’s face. He was very handsome, but his face was currently overcast, seemingly enduring a great anger.

Tang Yiqing, at a loss, curled into the sofa. His eyes reddened, and he felt an impulse to run away.

“Why did you take a photo with that girl?” Song Shuyi asked.

Tang Yiqing was stunned for a moment by the question, then remembered what had happened by the riverbank that afternoon. He hadn’t been out in a long time; this outing was allowed only because he had been quite obedient lately.

He had simply gone to the river to clear his head. Nothing special had happened, except for a small interlude: a girl ran up to ask for his contact information. He politely refused, but she didn’t give up and asked if they could take a photo together.

The young girl’s face was flushed, and she seemed to have gathered a great deal of courage. Seeing her disappointed yet shy expression, Tang Yiqing couldn’t bear to refuse a second time, so he agreed to one photo.

In his daily life, he had little contact with people. Encountering someone so vibrant, even with no real interaction, made him feel happy inside. He just hadn’t expected Song Shuyi to find out…

Tang Yiqing looked at Song Shuyi, only to see him hurl several photographs at him. The photos fluttered through the air; some landed beside him, others on the floor.

He saw himself in the photos, wearing a long-lost smile. There was the photo with the girl, and photos of his smiling gaze following her after she left. Every single move of his had been captured.

For a moment, Tang Yiqing felt goosebumps. He had merely gone for a stroll, yet he was being so closely monitored. Looking at the angles of the photos, it was clearly the driver who had taken them.

“Yiqing, nothing to explain?” Song Shuyi asked.

“I… I didn’t give her my contact information,” Tang Yiqing said, his eyelashes trembling as he looked up at the looming Song Shuyi. “It was just a photo…”

Song Shuyi’s expression grew even more terrible. “Just a photo?”

He couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. He leaned down and pinched Tang Yiqing’s chin. “Are you sick to death of me?”

Water glistened in Tang Yiqing’s eyes as he shook his head. “No…”

“Look at how happily you’re smiling. How long has it been since you smiled at me?”

Tang Yiqing froze. This was a point he couldn’t argue; he truly could not bring himself to smile when looking at Song Shuyi.

The pressure from Song Shuyi’s fingers intensified, and his own eyes reddened, as if he hated Tang Yiqing for always being so cold and indifferent toward him.

“You like it very much, don’t you? That girl is quite pretty.” Song Shuyi withdrew his hand and walked toward the wardrobe.

Tang Yiqing watched his movements, frowning slightly. Most of the clothes in that wardrobe were a result of Song Shuyi’s twisted tastes.

Song Shuyi rummaged through the closet and pulled out a bright yellow long dress. He tossed the dress onto the sofa. “This dress looks quite similar to the one the girl in the photo was wearing. Put it on.”

Tang Yiqing’s body stiffened. It was a gauze dress with very little lining. He looked at Song Shuyi again, his eyes now full of tears.

Song Shuyi’s fingers landed on the side of his face, sliding down from his neck to his shoulder. “Put it on.”

He picked up a photo from the sofa. “Look at how lively the dress on this girl looks. You won’t look inferior to her at all in a dress.”

Tang Yiqing closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he stood up and, under Song Shuyi’s gaze, took off his clothes piece by piece.

It was sunset, and the light in the room was orange. Splendid beams of light fell upon him, making a clear halo flow around Tang Yiqing’s body.

His skin was ivory and his body lithe; he was incredibly beautiful. In such light and at such proximity, even the fine downy hair on his skin was visible.

Tang Yiqing’s body was tense, his face filled with humiliation. This wasn’t the first time he had changed in front of him, yet he could never get used to it. Song Shuyi’s gaze and his presence were both far too scorching.

When he reached for the dress, the damp breath on his shoulder made his body shiver. He tried to dodge, but Song Shuyi grabbed his wrist and pressed his lips against his shoulder. Song Shuyi’s eyes were half-closed, his face wearing an expression of intoxication and surrender as his lips moved up to Tang Yiqing’s neck.

Tang Yiqing had a unique scent—a fragrance mixed with the fresh scent of body wash, steamed up by his body temperature. It was a very captivating scent.

By now, Tang Yiqing had dodged away with the dress and was looking at Song Shuyi warily. The other man seemed to wake from a dream.

He stared intently at Tang Yiqing, his face tightening, but he didn’t say anything else. Under his gaze, Tang Yiqing hurriedly put on the dress.

The bright yellow suited him well. His long legs were faintly visible through the thin gauze. This was the first time Tang Yiqing had worn this particular one.

There was a thick carpet on the floor. Tang Yiqing’s shoes had been removed. Song Shuyi liked his feet; most of the time when indoors, he didn’t wear shoes.

When Song Shuyi grabbed his foot again, Tang Yiqing couldn’t help but try to pull it back. He was very ticklish, and the places touched would feel intensely itchy, but his sole was gripped even tighter.

Quickly, Song Shuyi took out a metal ring and buckled it around Tang Yiqing’s ankle. “Don’t leave the fourth floor for a while.”

Tang Yiqing knew what this was. It was a tracker; Song Shuyi would know wherever he went, and only Song Shuyi knew the password to open it.

“Ten days. For every step you take outside, another day will be added,” Song Shuyi said.

Tang Yiqing pursed his lips and didn’t argue. Arguing was useless; he had tried in the past. As long as he didn’t follow Song Shuyi’s wishes, the man would punish him in this manner.

Meanwhile, Song Shuyi allowed Tang Yiqing’s foot to rest on his lap. He looked at Tang Yiqing on the sofa as if surrendering at his feet, but in reality, it was the exact opposite—everything about Tang Yiqing was under his control.

Song Shuyi left. Tang Yiqing curled up on the sofa. The fourth floor was very quiet and lonely. No one spoke to him, no one responded to him; that sense of loneliness seeped into his very bones.

Just then, an orange cat poked its head out from beside the sofa. Tang Yiqing caught it and soon scooped the cat into his arms. His hand stroked its back; the orange cat enjoyed it, licking its paws.

Song Shuyi likely knew that a person would eventually break if left like this, so he kept the cat as a pet for companionship.

Fortunately, the plot was the plot, and Tang Yiqing was Tang Yiqing. He called out the system. “How is the difficulty of this world?”

456 went online immediately. “It’s okay! Host will definitely succeed!”

It was the same as saying nothing. Tang Yiqing reckoned the system couldn’t calculate it specifically. However, he felt that the system had a lot of confidence in him now. He remembered that at the beginning, the system was terrified he would run away.

It seemed the success of the last world had given the system great confidence.

“Fine,” Tang Yiqing replied, then began to review the overall plot.

This was a forced-love novel. The story began on his eighteenth birthday. His family held a grand birthday banquet, and the Song family was invited.

Song Shuyi was the stepson of the Song family. He had been adopted from an orphanage and had been excellent since childhood—the quintessential “someone else’s child” that everyone in their circle praised.

However, he was already seven years old when he was adopted and remembered everything. Therefore, even being adopted into a wealthy family couldn’t erase the deep-seated inferiority in his bones. After the Song family’s biological son was born, he felt even less secure. Thus, back then, when he first saw Tang Yiqing, he looked up at him as if seeing a little prince from a fairy tale world—noble and pure—making himself feel even more unworthy.

Later, Song Shuyi started his own business. The Song family provided some capital, while the rest was invested by the Tang family. Upon reaching adulthood, Song Shuyi displayed astonishing talent in business and was very ambitious. It was precisely because Tang Yiqing’s father valued this that he chose to invest.

Song Shuyi did indeed succeed. However, no one expected that he would later prove to be ungrateful.

At that time, the Tang family’s capital chain ran into problems. Not only did Song Shuyi fail to lend a helping hand, but he also intentionally delayed a payment for a project collaborated on with the Tang family. Although that payment might not have saved the Tang family’s company, its absence became the final straw that broke the camel’s back. The Tang family collapsed completely.

Tang Yiqing had already lost his mother at a young age, and his father committed suicide by jumping off a building, unable to handle the blow of bankruptcy.

It was at Father Tang’s funeral that Song Shuyi took Tang Yiqing away and imprisoned him in this manor. Tang Yiqing couldn’t escape even if he wanted to. Song Shuyi had taken over the Tang family’s mess. Those collateral branches of the Tang family now relied on him to survive. He also had a younger brother currently studying abroad, who was also being looked after by Song Shuyi.

All of this was enough to make Tang Yiqing hate Song Shuyi. However, the survival of the remaining Tang family members was in Song Shuyi’s hands, which was why Tang Yiqing didn’t dare to openly show his hatred.

And everything Song Shuyi did was because he loved Tang Yiqing too much. He fell in love with him at first sight at the eighteenth birthday banquet. Tang Yiqing was a presence beyond his reach; if Tang Yiqing didn’t fall from his pedestal, Song Shuyi would never have the chance to embrace the moon. And now, he possessed Tang Yiqing.

But despite his constant pleading and fawning, Tang Yiqing remained unmoved. Gradually, Song Shuyi’s heart also grew cold…

Reading the plot summary, Tang Yiqing’s brow furrowed deeper. This… looked like a “crematorium” story (regretful pursuit)?

Somewhat.

Because Song Shuyi loved him too much—an extreme, biased love, the kind where he would give his life for him—yet he persisted for so long without receiving a single response. To numb himself, he stopped resisting the various “birds and swallows” (other people) who threw themselves at him. He began to give up on himself, refusing no one.

And when Tang Yiqing learned he had others, he began to panic, began to feel jealous, began to feel heartache…

Tang Yiqing closed the summary, not wanting to read anymore. He was starting to get a headache.

In these angst-filled novels, emotions trumped everything. For a man who loved you to the extreme and was the official match, one simply couldn’t choose not to love him.

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