After a Real Person Plays the Protagonist of an Anguish Novel [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 36

Song Yuanzhao was in a daze, his nose filled with waves of a quiet, elegant fragrance. His blood felt hot, and he was currently experiencing the most humiliating moment of his life thus far.

How could he have this kind of reaction? He looked at Tang Yiqing’s face and secretly gnashed his teeth. “I can give you the cat, but you disturbed my sleep—what do you have to say for yourself?”

Tang Yiqing saw the youth’s face was tense and he looked a bit fierce, as if he were angry. Even his face was red…

He seemed truly upset about this. Tang Yiqing thought for a moment and then said, “I’m sorry. Usually, no one is sleeping here at this time.”

Song Yuanzhao kept his head down and didn’t speak. Tang Yiqing, seeing him sitting in a twisted posture, grabbed his arm to help him up. “What’s wrong? Did you twist your ankle just now?”

The fragrance moved closer; the scented warmth brushed against his skin. Song Yuanzhao found it truly hard to speak. He pulled his arm back. “I twisted it a bit when I was catching the cat. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine after sitting for a while.”

He was forced to let go of the cat he had been clutching with his large hand. “Give me a moment to recover. I’ll settle the score with you later.”

Tang Yiqing looked troubled. He took the orange cat into his arms. He had disturbed the other’s nap, and the person had twisted his ankle while catching the cat; this made him feel quite guilty.

“I have medicine here. Let me bring some over to apply it for you,” Tang Yiqing offered.

Song Yuanzhao’s face turned even redder. This soft voice was torture to hear. He couldn’t help but glare at him; for a grown man, not only was he wearing a dress, but his voice was also so soft.

Tang Yiqing took a step back from the glare. He couldn’t help but wonder: was there really a need to be this angry?

“I said leave me alone for now. Go do whatever you were doing,” Song Yuanzhao said, his tone urgent.

Tang Yiqing hesitated for a second. What did he have to be busy with? But seeing Song Yuanzhao’s impatient look, he picked up the cat and walked away.

However, he couldn’t help but look back as he left. It wasn’t easy to find someone to talk to; he had wanted to chat a bit longer…

Song Yuanzhao watched those feet sink into the carpet step by step, the hem of the dress swaying, the scent slowly receding.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, while simultaneously feeling chagrined by his various abnormal reactions. Once the fragrance faded, he took deep breaths to calm his physical response.

“How incredibly humiliating!” Song Yuanzhao whispered indignantly.

After a long while, Song Yuanzhao stood up. As his perspective shifted higher and he stepped onto the landing, the entire view of the fourth floor opened up to him.

There were few rooms on the fourth floor, so the hall space was very spacious. He walked inside and saw the strange man in the dress sitting on the sofa holding the cat. Seeing him come over, Tang Yiqing immediately asked, “How is it? Do you want me to get the medicine?”

Song Yuanzhao looked at him and then said, “Fine.”

Tang Yiqing stood up, and Song Yuanzhao sat in the spot Tang Yiqing had just occupied, still able to feel the residual warmth on the sofa.

His gaze followed Tang Yiqing from top to bottom, landing on the metal ring around his ankle. There was a red dot on it; it was likely a tracker.

Tsk, truly a perverted way to play.

A moment later, Tang Yiqing returned. He crouched directly in front of Song Yuanzhao. Song Yuanzhao froze, holding his breath slightly.

He then saw Tang Yiqing take hold of his ankle and look it over. “Which foot is it?”

In that instant, Song Yuanzhao’s muscles tensed. He stared fixedly at Tang Yiqing. How was this man like some kind of spider spirit? Was this how he enchanted Song Shuyi into hiding him away for three years?

Song Yuanzhao’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He extended his other foot. “This one.”

Tang Yiqing looked at the other ankle. He couldn’t see any injury at all; it likely wasn’t serious. He tore open a medicated patch and wrapped it around the ankle.

“What’s your name?” Song Yuanzhao asked.

“Tang Yiqing.”

“Tang Yiqing…” Song Yuanzhao chewed over the name.

“Are you Song Shuyi’s friend? Did he allow you to come up?” Tang Yiqing asked. For Song Shuyi, the number of people allowed to see him was pitifully small.

“I’m his brother, Song Yuanzhao. He did warn me not to come to the fourth floor,” Song Yuanzhao said.

Hearing this, Tang Yiqing’s expression changed drastically. “Then you should leave quickly! If he finds out you’ve been up here, he’ll be very angry.”

Song Yuanzhao frowned, his rebellious streak surfacing. “I’m not leaving. What if he finds out? Can he eat me?”

Tang Yiqing’s eyes were on the verge of turning red with anxiety. He had of course heard of Song Shuyi’s brother—the biological son of the Song family. The Songs had raised Song Shuyi, so it went without saying how Song Shuyi treated this brother. Song Shuyi wouldn’t make things difficult for Song Yuanzhao, but he would definitely make things difficult for him.

He had seen Song Shuyi go mad before. Every time he remembered it, he felt fear; naturally, he didn’t want to see it again.

“But… he will blame me. I’m the one who drew you up here,” Tang Yiqing mumbled softly.

Seeing Tang Yiqing looking like he was about to cry, a surge of irritability rose in Song Yuanzhao’s heart. “I just won’t say I was here, okay? I was sleeping perfectly fine until someone kept making noise, otherwise I’d be in bed right now.”

Tang Yiqing pursed his lips, feeling that this youth was a bit overbearing and seemed intent on pestering him. He had no choice but to sit down beside him, hands resting on his lap, looking somewhat constrained and unsure of what to do.

Song Yuanzhao propped his hand on the sofa and just stared at him, completely without reservation and seemingly unaware that staring like this was impolite.

“I’ve been here for several days and never saw you. Do you stay on the fourth floor all the time?” Song Yuanzhao asked.

Tang Yiqing nodded, feeling uncomfortable under the scrutiny.

“Does Song Shuyi make you wear dresses?” Song Yuanzhao asked.

Tang Yiqing’s fingers curled slightly, and then he gave an “En.”

“I must say, you actually look pretty good in a dress for a man,” Song Yuanzhao said with a laugh. When he smiled, he showed sharp canine teeth and a dimple near his mouth.

Tang Yiqing’s face turned bright red. He found his own attire truly hard to talk about.

Song Yuanzhao moved closer, staring at his reddened face. Suddenly, his mouth felt dry. Song Shuyi kept him here, didn’t let outsiders see him, and gave him a tracker…

Was it so he couldn’t run around and could only wait for Song Shuyi to come and have his way with him?

Song Yuanzhao felt himself getting hotter and hotter. He hadn’t felt this hot even the first time he watched a pornographic film. He unconsciously leaned closer and closer, his gaze falling on the hem of the dress. He imagined lifting the skirt, making him lean against this sofa, those two long legs draped around his waist…

Tang Yiqing shifted to the side. Song Yuanzhao’s breath was hitting his face; it was very hot and made him uncomfortable. “You… why do you keep staring at me…”

The soft voice exploded in his ear, bringing Song Yuanzhao back to his senses. He jumped up, his face exploding in red, and walked quickly toward the stairs.

“I have some things to do downstairs. Let’s talk again later,” Song Yuanzhao said as he walked.

Tang Yiqing watched him with a bewildered expression. He didn’t know what made the boy leave so urgently. In these three years, besides the servants in the manor, it was very hard for him to talk to outsiders. Although he felt the other was a bit strange and didn’t have a very good temper, he still wanted to chat.

Song Yuanzhao, having run back to his room in one breath, had sweat dripping down his cheeks. He leaned against the door, his breathing rapid as if he had just experienced a life-and-death event.

For Song Yuanzhao, it truly was life-and-death. His heart was beating faster than when he was racing cars. He looked down at himself; he was still “standing at attention.”

How did he go from thinking to making himself the male protagonist? He wasn’t exactly a pure-hearted virgin, but surely he wouldn’t just randomly fantasize about a man?

Why did getting close to him create such an impulse to get closer and closer?

Was this man a sorcerer?

Song Yuanzhao restrained himself for a while, then began to follow his instincts. He wouldn’t suppress himself in this regard; since there was a reaction, he would solve it manually. Only this time, it was exceptionally long, and that soft, pure face kept appearing in his mind. Had he really been hexed?

In the evening, Tang Yiqing had just lain down when he heard footsteps coming upstairs. His heart immediately leaped into his throat.

When the sound grew softer, he immediately closed his eyes. Footsteps become softer when treading on the carpet. Based on this sound, he was certain Song Shuyi had arrived.

The sound of the bedroom door opening rang out. Tang Yiqing’s eyelashes trembled. He felt Song Shuyi lie down beside him, then wrap an arm around his waist, pulling him closer.

Tang Yiqing was extremely uneasy. He could feel Song Shuyi’s gaze on his face. As the breath drew closer, Song Shuyi kissed his eyes. Tang Yiqing’s eyelashes shook, and he was forced to open his eyes.

Song Shuyi laughed. “Why didn’t you keep pretending to be asleep?”

An awkward look flashed across Tang Yiqing’s face. “I was almost asleep.”

Song Shuyi was smiling, his face wearing a rare softness. His hand stroked Tang Yiqing’s hair one stroke at a time, like the intimacy of lovers.

They were very close; it was easy for Tang Yiqing’s gaze to meet Song Shuyi’s. Seeing those deep eyes filled with intense love for him, Tang Yiqing looked away.

It was all an illusion. Even if Song Shuyi truly loved him, it was a love filled with coercion, possession, and control—it was suffocating.

“Can I go downstairs? I’ve been upstairs this whole time and haven’t gone down once. It’s already the tenth day,” Tang Yiqing said softly.

Song Shuyi kissed his forehead. “A guest has come to the house. Wait until he leaves.”

Hearing him go back on his word, Tang Yiqing immediately turned his back and ignored him. He also realized that the guest he mentioned must be Song Yuanzhao.

Seeing Tang Yiqing’s sulky look, Song Shuyi let out a soft laugh. He propped himself up to look at Tang Yiqing’s profile. “Angry? I’ll allow you to call your brother for five minutes, okay?”

Tang Yiqing slowly turned his head to look at him. “Ten minutes.”

Song Shuyi scraped his nose. “You’ve learned to haggle.”

“Fine, as you wish.”

Song Shuyi’s hand moved to his waist, his lips rubbing against his neck in extreme intimacy. His hand began to bunch the long dress up at his waist, moving down to stroke his thigh.

Tang Yiqing wanted to dodge; his shoulders hunched up. But he was afraid of angering Song Shuyi and losing the ten minutes of phone time with his brother.

Song Shuyi’s presence pressed down, his breathing growing heavier, his hands becoming more unscrupulous. Tang Yiqing pulled away in fear, but was scooped back by him.

The alarm in Tang Yiqing’s head went off. Just as he was about to scream, Song Shuyi’s phone pinged twice. Tang Yiqing immediately said with a trembling voice, “Your phone rang.”

Song Shuyi frowned and took out his phone. He clicked on the message; it was from Su Xiaobai.

“Shuyi-gege, are you busy?” “I’m in a bit of trouble right now. Can you come and pick me up?”

Tang Yiqing’s gaze swept over the screen and saw the interface with the contact “Xiaobai.” These two messages felt out of the ordinary.

Song Shuyi’s gaze shifted to Tang Yiqing, discovering the other was staring at his screen. The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curve.

“Should I go or not?” Song Shuyi asked.

Tang Yiqing pursed his lips and looked away. “Up to you.”

Seeing his sulky manner, Song Shuyi immediately pressed down on him, his gaze scorching. “If you keep me here tonight, I won’t go.”

Tang Yiqing was stunned for a moment. He understood the meaning behind those words. Before he could respond, Song Shuyi had already kissed his shoulder, his hand reaching to untie the ribbons on the dress, exposing a large area of his shoulder.

This caused Tang Yiqing a surge of panic. He immediately began to resist. “No!”

Amidst several struggles, Song Shuyi frowned and bit into the side of his neck. Right then, Tang Yiqing accidentally hit Song Shuyi’s face with his elbow. Song Shuyi’s movements stopped, his tense face showing suppressed anger.

Tang Yiqing looked at him, unable to help feeling afraid. “I… I didn’t do it on purpose…”

“Then is your refusal to let me have you on purpose? Hmm?” Song Shuyi’s face was dark as he stared straight at him.

“I…” Tang Yiqing’s eyes were red, and he couldn’t speak.

Song Shuyi gave a cold snort and got off Tang Yiqing, sitting to the side. “You pretend to be pure and holy in front of me, but I bet you couldn’t wait to let that first love of yours have you.”

Tang Yiqing’s face froze, and then tears fell. Song Shuyi continued, “Just how am I, Song Shuyi, not good enough for you?”

With that, he stood up and dialed Su Xiaobai’s number. “Send me the address.”

After hanging up, he turned back to look at the weeping Tang Yiqing on the bed. “If you won’t let me, there are plenty of people who will. I don’t have to have only you.”

Tang Yiqing looked at him with eyes full of tears, but Song Shuyi left without looking back.

Tang Yiqing pulled two tissues to wipe his tears. Satisfaction +2.

Is the plot starting to move toward the “angst” phase? Satisfaction points are already starting to increase. He felt that satisfaction in this world should be easier to gain because his and Song Shuyi’s relationship was full of mutual torture every second.

“456, help me check when Song Shuyi’s accident happens,” Tang Yiqing said. When Song Shuyi pressed him onto the bed, he truly felt tortured. And there would likely be many more of these forced intimacies; he really needed some breathing room.

Since Song Shuyi wasn’t getting any response from him, he would gradually start acting out and becoming colder toward Tang Yiqing. During this time, Tang Yiqing would gradually see his own heart, so they needed an opportunity to level the barriers between them.

Song Shuyi would have an accident—the specifics were unknown—and it would be then that Tang Yiqing would care for him day and night. This would allow Song Shuyi to see Tang Yiqing’s devotion and understand that Tang Yiqing loved him. Their relationship would slowly ease, leading to a happy ending.

456 came online. “It should still be early. Our plot has only just entered the right track.”

“Fine…” Tang Yiqing said helplessly.

The next day, Song Yuanzhao again didn’t go to the company with Song Shuyi. He had also experienced a rare bout of insomnia. After breakfast, his gaze would frequently drift upward, Tang Yiqing’s figure constantly appearing in his mind.

Song Yuanzhao hated this feeling—the feeling of being bewitched by a man. Although he didn’t want to admit it, his heart was indeed itching unbearably.

Thus, he forced himself to endure until dusk before going to the fourth floor. He had wanted to test his willpower, which ended in failure. This left him feeling as if he were suppressing a fire.

The further up he went, the worse his expression became, until he saw that bright yellow figure. Tang Yiqing was currently leaning on a beanbag chair, holding the orange cat.

The movement of his bent legs caused the skirt to slide down, revealing his knees and calves. That burning sensation rose again.

“Is it boring staying upstairs all day? Do you want to go out for a walk?” Song Yuanzhao asked.

Tang Yiqing immediately sat up at the sound of his voice. He hadn’t heard the footsteps coming up, so he was a bit startled.

Song Yuanzhao walked closer, his gaze landing on Tang Yiqing and never moving away.

“Can that thing on your leg be taken off?” Song Yuanzhao frowned, finding the object an eyesore.

Tang Yiqing was quite grateful he came up to talk to him. He shook his head. “This can’t be opened without Song Shuyi’s key. And… it has a tracker. He won’t let me go downstairs, I can only stay on the fourth floor.”

“What? Only the fourth floor?” A flash of surprise appeared on Song Yuanzhao’s face. He had thought the tracking thing was just some bedroom play that Tang Yiqing wore voluntarily. Looking at it now… it didn’t seem to be the case.

Song Shuyi controlled him so strictly.

Tang Yiqing nodded. “I can’t go downstairs.”

Song Yuanzhao’s brow furrowed deeply. “Is it voluntary?”

Tang Yiqing lowered his head, his lips tightly pursed as he didn’t answer the question. Whether it was voluntary or not, he had to listen to Song Shuyi. Speaking to others was useless.

Song Yuanzhao was momentarily unable to figure things out. He walked up, crouched down, and grabbed Tang Yiqing’s foot. When the other tried to pull back, he applied more force. “Don’t move, let me look.”

Song Yuanzhao’s other hand turned the metal ring and saw a small round hole. This should be where the key was inserted.

An expert locksmith should be able to open this thing, Song Yuanzhao thought. Just then, he heard a soft grunt from Tang Yiqing, whose foot was trying to pull back from his hand.

“Can you… can you stop rubbing it?” Tang Yiqing asked softly.

Song Yuanzhao froze. He looked down and saw that at some point, he had placed Tang Yiqing’s foot on his own leg. He also realized his fingers were unconsciously rubbing and kneading it. The delicate skin seemed to set his fingertips on fire, and a wave of heat surged from within his body.

But he didn’t let go; instead, he increased the intensity of the kneading, moving up from the ankle. The hem of the skirt parted slightly, revealing his calf and tense thigh. That subtle fragrance became even more intense.

Song Yuanzhao unconsciously moved closer, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He suddenly wanted to taste if the scent was strongest there—otherwise, how could it be so fragrant?

His muscles tensed up, and a prickling itch filled his blood. He finally knew what that feeling was: it was like a wolf that had been starving for seven days, suddenly having a piece of meat dangled before its nose. He was hungry, so hungry.

Meeting Tang Yiqing felt like this.

At this point, Tang Yiqing had stopped moving. He was looking toward the stairs, completely failing to notice Song Yuanzhao’s gradually approaching and increasingly obsessed expression.

It was definitely the sound of someone coming up… Tang Yiqing became panicked. He immediately pulled his foot back and pulled Song Yuanzhao up before the boy could react.

“Song Shuyi is here! Hide quickly!” Tang Yiqing said anxiously.

Fine beads of sweat broke out on Song Yuanzhao’s nose. He looked dissatisfied, even a bit irritable. “So what if he’s back? Why should I be afraid of him!”

Tang Yiqing’s eyes were red with urgency. He pulled open the wardrobe and pushed the boy inside. “Please, don’t make a sound.”

A look of shock appeared on Song Yuanzhao’s face. Originally, he hadn’t wanted to at all, but the other’s hands were pressing on his shoulders, his breath was extremely close, and… he was about to cry from worry.

Inside the wardrobe were various kinds of dresses. He tumbled in sideways, as if entering a florist’s shop. It was so fragrant. Then, he fell into darkness.