After a Real Person Plays the Protagonist of an Anguish Novel [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 37.1

Chapter 37.1: Canary 04

Tang Yiqing felt as if his heart were about to leap out of his chest. He heard the sound of Song Shuyi answering the phone, his voice low and laced with suppressed fury. He didn’t know who was on the other end, but usually, when Song Shuyi was angry, he would be collateral damage.

“Are you sure?” Song Shuyi had already come upstairs. He glanced at Tang Yiqing sitting on the sofa and then stopped in his tracks.

“So you want me to bring the person there and use up this favor?” Song Shuyi asked.

The person on the other end said something that made Song Shuyi’s expression even worse.

“Fine, it’s nothing,” he said, his jaw tight. “Don’t worry, I can afford to play.”

After hanging up, Song Shuyi fixed his gaze on Tang Yiqing and walked closer. “What are you nervous about?”

Tang Yiqing froze and immediately said, “Nothing.”

“Haven’t you always wanted to go out? I’m taking you out now,” Song Shuyi said.

Tang Yiqing’s eyes widened slightly. “Taking me out?”

Song Shuyi grabbed his wrist and pulled him up, dragging him toward the wardrobe. His movements weren’t gentle, carrying a sense of roughness. Tang Yiqing stumbled as he was pulled. Looking at the wardrobe door, his face grew even paler.

“Change into men’s clothes. Put on the mask,” Song Shuyi ordered.

Tang Yiqing remained stunned in front of the wardrobe door, cold sweat beginning to break out. Right then, he saw Song Shuyi pull the wardrobe door open. Tang Yiqing’s nerves pulled tight as he watched his movements from the side.

Power and status are supplements that nourish a person; every gesture of Song Shuyi’s exuded an undeniable force. As those long fingers pushed through the clothes one by one, sweat trickled down Tang Yiqing’s neck.

If he discovered a person hidden in the wardrobe, he didn’t dare imagine how insane Song Shuyi would become.

The occasion for this outing seemed very important to Song Shuyi. Seeing that he hadn’t picked out anything satisfactory and was about to rummage through the next section of the wardrobe, Tang Yiqing immediately pulled out a suit. “I think this one is okay.”

Song Shuyi’s gaze swept over. It was a slim-fit fashion suit with lace mesh detailing. He looked at Tang Yiqing. “Do you even know where we’re going? Why do you want to wear something so provocative?”

Tang Yiqing’s face froze, and he immediately flushed. He had just grabbed a set at random; now that he looked at it, it wasn’t very formal at all, nor was it his style.

“Then never mind…” Tang Yiqing said, moving to put the suit back, only to be stopped by Song Shuyi grabbing his wrist.

Song Shuyi took the suit, looked it up and down for a moment, and said, “Change and try it on.”

Hearing this, Tang Yiqing unbuttoned the dress he was wearing. His fingertips were still trembling. Under Song Shuyi’s gaze, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and strip, hoping only that the man wouldn’t open the other wardrobe doors.

Song Shuyi watched Tang Yiqing’s porcelain-white body with composed interest. Following his impulse, he reached out and stroked the other’s chest, causing Tang Yiqing to shiver and instinctively take a step back.

Song Shuyi seemed intrigued. “So sensitive…”

“A body like this is truly born to be handled.”

Tang Yiqing took the suit. Under the other’s humiliation, his body turned a shade of pink. At the same time, he couldn’t help but think: this wasn’t the first time Song Shuyi knew his body was like this… For him to say this now, he must have touched others as well.

Was it that person named Xiaobai…?

Once the suit was on, Song Shuyi showed a look of relative satisfaction. It was clearly a very “thirsty” outfit, but on Tang Yiqing, it took on a different flavor. His aura was too pure; even if he were to seduce someone, it didn’t feel intentional. The skin revealed through the lace had a shy, bashful quality. The contradictory adjectives “pure” and “sexy” manifested paradoxically in him.

“Go get that lace face mask and put it on,” Song Shuyi said.

Tang Yiqing obediently crouched down to search the drawer and took out the mask. The mask was like a hood that covered his entire head. There was a long opening at the eyes made of thin gauze, while the rest was densely woven with three-dimensional patterns, looking mysterious and extravagant.

He had worn this kind of mask before. The number of times Song Shuyi had taken him out to appear before others could be counted on one hand. Song Shuyi did not allow him to show his face to his friends.

His status was that of a canary—a private possession belonging entirely to Song Shuyi.

Tang Yiqing looked at him, and Song Shuyi met his eyes, watching quietly for a while before reaching out to cover his eyes. These eyes were still too captivating.

Just then, his phone rang again. Song Shuyi glanced at the caller ID and answered.

Standing nearby, Tang Yiqing was close enough to hear Zhou Zhihe’s voice: “Why aren’t you here yet? Everyone’s waiting for you.”

Song Shuyi grabbed Tang Yiqing’s hand and led him downstairs. “I’m on my way. I’ll be there in a bit.”

“Hurry up. I can’t stand Tu Nanxue’s arrogant attitude anymore. So what if he won last time? How many times has he actually won in total?” Zhou Zhihe said.

“Twenty minutes. I’ll be there,” Song Shuyi said.

“You… forget it,” Zhou Zhihe seemed to want to say something but stopped. “Tu Nanxue has a big movie star with him this time. His entourage is quite something.”

Song Shuyi curled his lips indifferently. “Doesn’t he always make a scene? Let him be.”

After hanging up, Tang Yiqing followed him into the car, now even more curious about where Song Shuyi was taking him.

As the car drove out of the manor, the fourth floor became completely silent, save for the suppressed panting coming from the wardrobe.

Song Yuanzhao’s head was in a fog. He was surrounded by hanging dresses. Those light, thin hems fell against his body, carrying wisps of fragrance that made his mind wander.

In this tiny, narrow space, he was wrapped in that scent. It was airtight. The sweat on his body gradually soaked through his clothes. His breathing grew increasingly rapid until finally, with a muffled groan, he lost his strength. The wardrobe door creaked open slightly, revealing a sweat-slicked arm as the slightly cool air from outside entered the cabinet.

After a while, Song Yuanzhao emerged from the wardrobe. The front of his T-shirt was soaked with sweat. He opened the wardrobe doors wide and tore down two dresses. Seeing what he had unintentionally left on them, his heart felt extremely complicated and his face turned bright red.

He hadn’t been able to care about much just now and hadn’t expected to soil the dresses. These dirty dresses obviously couldn’t stay here. Tang Yiqing had many wardrobes; missing two dresses probably wouldn’t be noticed. He clutched the dresses in his hand and then bent down to check the spot that had felt wrong.

The bottom of the wardrobe felt hollow, and when he had made a large movement earlier, he felt the base shift. He pushed the clothes aside and saw a crack in the bottom panel. He moved the panel aside to reveal a pitch-black void. Lighting it up with his phone, he saw a fixed ladder leading down. He followed it.

Upon reaching the floor, he flicked the light switch. It was a guest room. He opened the door and found it was just an ordinary guest room on the third floor.

Song Yuanzhao understood. This must have been designed by the previous owner of the manor. After Song Shuyi took over, he might have had other plans for the place and never sealed it off, but since he had lived here so long without redesigning it, he must have forgotten.

His gaze followed the ladder on the wall upward. This path led to Tang Yiqing’s wardrobe…

For some reason, Song Yuanzhao’s mood was quite good at this moment.

The black Maybach rounded the brilliantly decorated casino entrance and drove directly into the courtyard. The car stopped, and Tang Yiqing followed Song Shuyi out. Only then did he finally realize that they were at a casino.

The casino here was legal and regulated. Some became rich overnight here, while others lost everything. For a person like Song Shuyi, this was merely a place for entertainment.

Stepping onto the red carpet of the stairs, they walked up step by step. This was an exclusive passage prepared for SVIPs. Once inside, they were greeted by professional staff and led directly to the top floor.

Looking at the floor numbers displayed by the door, Tang Yiqing couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. This was his first time in such a place.

The elevator doors opened, and Song Shuyi was the first to step out, with Tang Yiqing following closely behind. The staff immediately ran ahead to open the doors.

In the long corridor, some people were gathered smoking. One of them turned around, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his mouth slightly open. “Eh…? Song-ge.”

Zhao Yiran stepped forward, his gaze falling on Tang Yiqing, but Song Shuyi ignored him and strode directly into the hall.

Passing through the lounge area, they saw a massive gambling table in the center of the hall, and then the people inside.

“Oh, President Song certainly has a grand air, making us wait so long.”

Tang Yiqing looked over and saw a man sitting on the other side of the wide gambling table. He wore a black shirt with the collar casually open, and a silver necklace hung around his neck, glinting under the lights. He had somewhat feminine features, but his face wasn’t soft—it was angular and sharp, carrying a hint of aggression.

Beside him stood a handsome man who looked very familiar. Tang Yiqing thought for a moment… he had been almost isolated from the world for three years, but he remembered who this was. He was already very famous and popular three years ago—his name was Song Yazhe.

Under normal circumstances, he would certainly be an A-list actor at the top of the entertainment industry. But in this setting, he could only serve as a companion, a decorative green leaf.

Zhou Zhihe, who had been looking out the window, turned around. He froze when he saw Tang Yiqing. “Shuyi, why did you bring him?”

Song Shuyi looked at the man sitting at the other end of the table, the corners of his mouth curving. “The stake last time was to grant the opponent one request. Now that I’ve fulfilled the bet, I’ve brought the person.”

At this, the man fixed his gaze on Tang Yiqing. Tang Yiqing’s heart tightened under the stare. He realized now that this person must be Tu Nanxue, whom Song Shuyi had mentioned on the phone. Although he didn’t know much and had rarely heard the name, he knew this man was Song Shuyi’s arch-rival.

After all, Song Shuyi never had a good face when mentioning him, and he had learned from Song Shuyi and Zhou Zhihe’s conversations that the two were very much at odds.

“Why the mask? Too ashamed to show your face?” Tu Nanxue said. He pulled Song Yazhe down to sit. “What’s the meaning of this, Song Shuyi? You brought the person but won’t let anyone see?”

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