Going Rogue! The Sickly Beauty Stopped Faking After Transmigrating - Chapter 1

Su An lay on the large bed of a luxurious presidential suite, haphazardly processing the information flooding his mind.

Yes, he had transmigrated into a book.

One moment, he had been lying in a hospital bed munching on an apple, enjoying the final moments of his life. The next, he had opened a new chapter of existence.

The original owner of this body shared his name, but he wasn’t a villainous supporting male lead everyone hated, nor a deeply devoted “simp” suffering from unrequited love, and certainly not some cold “White Moonlight” for the main leads.

Su An mentally reviewed the plot of the original book. Right. This person doesn’t even exist in the credits.

Checking the original owner’s memories: a father who didn’t care, a mother who didn’t love him, and a mountain of debt trailing behind him. Great. A truly disastrous start.

No matter. He was an optimist at heart; if he could live, he’d live; if he couldn’t, he’d die. Su An shifted his body. Hiss  it really hurt. He had almost forgotten that the original owner was a sickly weakling.

What a mess. Before transmigrating, his heart hurt; after transmigrating, everything hurt. Last night, the original owner had insulted the book’s villain, who had promptly slammed him against a wall. The original body couldn’t take the impact and fainted.

Su An couldn’t help but admire the original owner’s audacity; he really wanted to dedicate a chorus of “Courage” to him. Surprisingly, the villain turned out to be a decent guy—he had actually booked him a presidential suite.

Knock— knock—

Su An opened the door. A hotel staff member stood outside, looking apologetic. “I’m sorry, sir, but your check-out time has passed. We need you to settle the bill.”

Su An: “?” “I have no money, but I have a life. Do you want it?”

“Wha… what?” The staff member wondered if something was wrong with his hearing.

“Nothing. Do you have the bill?” Su An pulled out his phone, glanced at his balance which was in the single digits and silently tucked the phone away.

The original owner was truly destitute. He had been living off credit apps, and now he was gone, leaving Su An with a mess of unpaid debts.

“This is your bill, sir.” The staff member handed it over.

How much?! Looking at the long string of zeros, Su An’s vision went dark. He felt like his soul was about to transmigrate right back to where it came from.

He squeezed the words out from between his teeth. “My wallet is with my friend. Did he leave a phone number when he opened the room last night?”

“Yes, he did.”

“Tell me the number.” Su An bit his lip. He had actually thought the villain was a good person, but it turned out the man was just waiting for him here.

The staff member didn’t react immediately, feeling that something was strange but unable to put a finger on it. He obediently provided the number. Su An dialed immediately.

“I’m sorry, your account has insufficient funds. Please top up your balance. Thank you.”

Su An: “…”

The staff member watched Su An tapping frantically on his phone and couldn’t help but wonder: Did his friend abandon him?

In reality, Su An was topping up his own meager balance. He painfully added five yuan to his account and dialed again. This time, the call connected.

“Who is this?” a deep, lazy voice asked from the other end.

“You scumbag!” Su An’s words were so shocking that the hotel employee’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“You have the wrong number.”

“Yu Feng, you slept with me and then ran away, and you even stole my wallet!” Su An feigned a tone of heartbroken devastation. “I have a history of mental illness and I’m not stable right now. If you don’t come here, there’s no telling what I might do and I’ll blame it all on you.”

His tone was manic and frantic; he actually sounded the part.

“…Address,” the man’s voice turned dangerously low.

“Marriott Hotel, 17th floor, Room 1708. I’ll be waiting for you~” With that, Su An hung up, giving the other side no chance to respond.

Whew. That felt good.

“You… don’t come over here!” The staff member was terrified, fearing this “mental patient” might snap and commit a murder-suicide.

Su An gave him a friendly smile. “Come in and sit, come in.”

He figured it would take a while for Yu Feng the great villain of the original book to get here, so he warmly invited the staff member inside. To his surprise, the employee acted as if the room were haunted and insisted on waiting in the hallway.

Fine. Talk about professional dedication.

Su An walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. The face was identical to his original one. It possessed a sickly paleness, yet that couldn’t hide the stunning features. His lips looked even more vivid against his pale skin, though he was painfully thin, as if a gust of wind might blow him away.

I’ll need to find time for a full check-up at the hospital later.

Su An had always been optimistic. He never complained about the pain his congenital heart disease caused him and was quite detached regarding life and death. But since the Heavens had given him a second chance, he wouldn’t neglect his body. To live, one must live well.

Voices came from the door. Su An arched an eyebrow. That was fast. He brushed back his hair and walked out of the bathroom.

“Where is the little maniac?” A man with cold, sharp features and an aura of noble indifference strode in, followed by a trembling hotel manager.

The manager wiped his sweat. What wind blew President Yu all the way here? The staff member at the door, likely new to the job, realized a VIP had arrived now that the manager was involved. Friends, this gossip is delicious, he thought.

Su An looked at the man. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, and despite his formal suit, he exuded a sense of unbridled, rogue-like energy. He certainly had the potential to be a great villain.

And his looks… were exactly Su An’s type.

“Little maniac,” Yu Feng said, amused. “Tell me, what’s the point of this ‘insanity’ act to get me here?”

“Pay the bill.” Standing for too long was tiring; Su An walked over to the bed and sat down.

“That’s it?” Yu Feng was surprised. Looking at how leisurely Su An appeared, he didn’t seem like someone who couldn’t afford a room.

“Are you paying or not?” Su An narrowed his eyes at him.

Yu Feng obediently swiped his card.

Once the payment was settled, the manager practically dragged the gossiping employee away from the scene. Staff member: Missing half the gossip is truly painful!

Yu Feng stared at the pale yet beautiful face before him. “Little maniac, didn’t you have a lot of backbone when you were cursing me out last night?”

“Would you believe me if I said I have amnesia?” Su An sighed to the heavens. Life is hard—transmigrating just to sell my soul. Others transmigrate for love; I transmigrate to pay off debts.

Yu Feng didn’t act like a stranger; he sat down beside Su An and reached toward his face.

Is he going to hit me?

His body moved faster than his brain. By the time Su An realized it, his arms were already wrapped around the man’s waist. To cover the awkwardness, Su An decided to lean fully into his “sickly beauty” persona and whispered weakly:

“It hurts…”

Yu Feng: “???”

“Are you extorting me again?” Yu Feng reached out to pull a piece of lint off Su An’s hair.

“What do you mean ‘again’?” Seeing that the other man had no ill intentions, Su An sheepishly withdrew his hands and rubbed his nose.

Yu Feng crossed his legs, looking at him with amusement. “You fainted right in front of me last night. Out of the goodness of my heart, I booked a room for you, and now you make me come back to pay for it?”

“Wasn’t it you who made me faint in the first place?” Su An muttered under his breath, though Yu Feng heard him perfectly.

“I didn’t know you were the type to faint so easily.” Yu Feng studied the sickly person before him. “Mental illness?”

“Fake…” “Slept with you and ran?” “Fake…” “Stolen wallet?” “Fake…”

Su An felt a bit guilty, his eyes darting around uncontrollably. Yu Feng laughed out of sheer irritation. “Is there anything about you that’s real?”

“My poverty is real.”

Yu Feng: “…”

Facing this person, who looked so pitiful and fragile, Yu Feng couldn’t muster any real anger. He said nothing more and stood up to leave. To his surprise, Su An followed him like a little shadow, matching him step for step.

Yu Feng turned to look at him. “What exactly do you want?”

“I have no money. Can you take me in?” Su An blinked his innocent eyes.

An unpaid phone bill, endless debts, a loveless family, and a broken version of himself.

“No.” Yu Feng wanted to see what other tricks this person had up his sleeve to make him stay.

Su An wanted to say more, but suddenly his vision went black. His body tilted forward uncontrollably.

Damn it… this broken body.

Su An’s last thought before losing consciousness: Catch me!!!