I Transmigrated Into A Fanfiction And Got Pregnant With The Movie Star's Child - Chapter 2

Early in the morning, a glimmer of faint light filtered through the gap in the curtains.

Ji Xing reached out and fumbled blindly beside him, only to encounter a warm texture, which startled him completely awake.

He slowly turned his head to look at the pillow next to him, discovering that the familiar face from his dream last night was now right before his eyes.

What was going on?

Could this dream possibly be this long?

It was his first time encountering a dream that actually had a continuation.

Yet very soon, Ji Xing noticed something was wrong.

Everything around him was far too real: the dim light inside the room, the faint woody fragrance lingering in the air, the texture of the bedsheets brushing against his fingertips. Every single detail felt excessively real, far too real to be a dream.

Especially when he quietly rolled out of bed, the pain radiating from a certain part of his body aggressively signaled that this was no dream.

A loud buzz echoed in Ji Xing’s mind, his thoughts short-circuiting instantly. He didn’t even have the bandwidth to figure out what on earth was happening right now. Bending down, he snatched up the clothes scattered on the floor from last night, didn’t even bother checking which side was front or back, hastily pulled them on, and bolted.

In his panic, he even grabbed the wrong clothes, accidentally walking off with He Chenchen’s pants.

What on earth was going on here?

Last night, he had clearly fallen asleep in his own room. Why did he wake up in He Chenchen’s bed?

Where had things gone wrong?

Could he have been drugged by someone just like in the movies?

Yet as a grown man, who would go out of their way to drug him and send him to He Chenchen?

Because of his overwhelming panic, after leaving He Chenchen’s suite and taking the elevator to his own floor, Ji Xing failed to notice that the hotel’s interior decor was completely different from the one he had stayed in the night before.

It wasn’t until he stopped right in front of room 419, where he was supposed to be staying, that he realized the color of the door was wrong.

This wasn’t the hotel he had booked before!

Had someone kidnapped both him and He Chenchen overnight, dragged them to a completely different hotel, and drugged them just so the two of them would sleep together? That made no sense, absolutely no sense at all.

Ji Xing stood frozen at the doorway, his brain spinning at high speed until his thoughts turned into a complete mess.

The most logical explanation he could come up with was that this was still a dream, just an excessively realistic one.

“Good morning, sir. Did you happen to forget your room card?”

The voice of a hotel staff member sounded right behind him.

“No…”

Ji Xing subconsciously denied it, then instinctively patted his pants pocket, only to realize that the pants he was wearing didn’t belong to him.

To be precise, even the pink T-shirt on his upper body felt slightly off. While it was indeed his clothing, he hadn’t brought it with him at all when joining the cast this time. In his hasty retreat just now, he had simply grabbed it and put it on because it looked familiar.

Along with the T-shirt, he had also grabbed the plush rabbit backpack tossed on the carpet.

The backpack, right, he almost forgot the backpack.

Ji Xing opened the backpack and successfully found his room card inside, only to see that the room number printed on the card wasn’t room 419 in front of him, but 819. Clutching the room card, he froze on the spot, momentarily clueless about what to do next.

“Sir, do you need any assistance?” Noticing Ji Xing’s strange behavior, the hotel staff member spoke into a walkie-talkie to a colleague, then turned back to Ji Xing. “Sir, are you staying in room 419?”

Clearly, Ji Xing’s guilty appearance had caused the staff member to misunderstand. The message he had just relayed over the walkie-talkie must have been calling security, because guards in uniform were already walking down the end of the corridor.

Utterly incapable of calm rational thought at the moment, Ji Xing instinctively chose to avoid the impending conflict. He flashed his room card at the staff member and said, “I’m staying in 819. I just took the elevator to the wrong floor.”

Seeing the room card in his hand, the staff member’s expression finally softened.

Ji Xing didn’t linger any longer. Holding the room card, he located room 819, and with a soft electronic beep, the door unlocked smoothly. Standing in the doorway, he hesitated for a moment, then mustered the courage to push the door open and step inside, only to be surprised to find that this was genuinely his room.

His luggage case sat inside the room, his toiletries were arranged on the sink, and his clothes hung neatly in the wardrobe.

Was he still dreaming?

This dream had far too much detail. Right now, he could even still feel that strange discomfort lingering somewhere on his body.

Ji Xing was gay, but he had never been in a relationship, let alone had any real-life experience of this nature. Still, he browsed the internet, so he understood the basic common sense and physiological hygiene involved.

Whenever he had dreams like this in the past, they were always vague and headless, consisting only of unspeakable snippets. This time, however, not only did it have full details throughout the entire process, but even the post-event sensations felt this concrete. It was truly mind-boggling.

Putting everything else aside for the moment, Ji Xing went straight to take a shower and took the opportunity to check his body, breathing a sigh of relief upon discovering no serious injuries. However, ever since waking up, his lower abdomen had felt a bit uncomfortable, though he assumed it was just the result of last night’s intensity and didn’t think much of it.

Just as he was pondering how to bring this bizarre dream sequence to an end, his eyes accidentally caught sight of an announcement notice resting on the desk. A few words in the title of that notice immediately caught his attention: Actor Training Camp. It sounded like the name of a show, and a rather familiar one at that.

Where on earth had he seen it before?

Frowning, Ji Xing tried to recall, and the realization hit him like a bolt of lightning!

This was the name of the show from that fan fiction!

In that story, he and He Chenchen participated in Actor Training Camp together, with He Chenchen serving as the stern mentor and Ji Xing acting as an obscure, lowly trainee. On the very first day of joining the cast, the production team threw a cocktail party so everyone could get acquainted. The two of them drank too much at the party and somehow ended up sleeping together.

When he had first read that plot point, Ji Xing had mentally complained about it. What kind of production team would throw a cocktail party on the very first day of joining the cast? It was obviously a contrived plot device deliberately arranged by the author to force the two characters into sleeping together.

He never imagined that such an absurd plot would actually play out in reality!

No wonder he kept feeling like this wasn’t a dream. It turned out this was actually the plot from that fan fiction, The Tyrannical Love of the Mad Movie Emperor.

He had accidentally transmigrated into this fan fiction!

Holding that announcement sheet, Ji Xing felt his entire world collapse.

If he stayed in this world indefinitely, the events written in the story would surely follow: he would be physically and emotionally tormented by He Chenchen, subjected to endless, unbridled intimacy. Thinking of this, Ji Xing couldn’t help breaking out in a cold shiver.

He was a timid person who hated pain.

He couldn’t accept even a fraction of those scenarios described in the fan fiction.

Trapped in his room, Ji Xing panicked for half an hour before finally deciding to actively save himself. The story had just begun, and the He Chenchen in the book hadn’t yet developed those distorted feelings toward him. There was still plenty of time for him to prevent all of it from happening.

If his memory served him right, the original text stated that he woke up in He Chenchen’s arms, followed by some interactive scenes between the two of them after waking up. But today, he had woken up early and sneaked back to his own room, which proved that the plot could indeed be altered.

Thinking of this, Ji Xing felt a surge of encouragement.

Looking on the bright side, perhaps He Chenchen had been too drunk last night to remember a single thing upon waking up the next morning.

Even if it was hard for a real-life man to perform certain activities while heavily drunk, characters in movies and novels operated differently from reality. Not only could protagonists do all sorts of things while plastered, but they were also prone to convenient bouts of amnesia.

If an ordinary person woke up feeling that something was amiss, they could always check the surveillance cameras. But He Chenchen was a movie emperor; surely he wouldn’t want outsiders finding out about this kind of scandal, right? The more Ji Xing thought about it, the more optimistic he became, almost managing to convince himself completely.

Meanwhile, back in his suite, He Chenchen had also opened his eyes.

The moment he took in the sight of the empty room, a flicker of obvious astonishment crossed his dark eyes.

One of his hands brushed across the empty pillow beside him, his fingertips seemingly still retaining the physical sensation of that body from the night before, yet the docile and soft-skinned person was already gone. If not for the messy state of the bed and the clothes left behind on the floor, he might have thought the entire thing was just a dream.

The man rose to his feet, walked over to the desk, and casually picked up an announcement sheet, his gaze lingering on the words Actor Training Camp for a long time. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he strode quickly over to the bed and picked up a small square box sitting on the nightstand. It was a box of condoms.

The packaging of the box had a corner torn open, but the contents inside remained untouched.

He had lost control a little bit last night and lacked patience, ending up just…

He Chenchen stared at the small square box for a long while, lost in thought.

On the other side.

Just as Ji Xing finished reassuring himself, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.

Startled, he tiptoed quietly toward the entrance, not daring to answer for fear that He Chenchen had tracked him down. It wasn’t until Xiao Lin’s voice drifted through from the outside that he realized it was only his assistant.

“Brother Ji, did you just wake up? Why did it take you so long to open the door?” Xiao Lin asked.

“Um…” Ji Xing looked distracted, still preoccupied with his previous train of thought.

“Are you okay? Why does your complexion look so bad?”

“N… nothing’s wrong.”

Guilty as charged, Ji Xing was terrified that Xiao Lin might notice something amiss, so he planned to retreat into the bathroom and pretend to brush his teeth to dodge Xiao Lin’s concern. However, Xiao Lin had sharp eyes and had already spotted the anomaly, instantly noticing the unfamiliar pair of pants sitting inside Ji Xing’s room.

“Brother Ji, how come I’ve never seen you wear these pants before? That doesn’t really look like your style.” Ji Xing favored light colors and rarely wore dark clothing, let alone a pair of pants whose texture and tailoring looked exquisitely high-end, completely unlike casual wear.

“I…” Ji Xing was naturally incapable of lying, and Xiao Lin’s questioning instantly threw him into a panic.

Xiao Lin looked from the pants to Ji Xing’s increasingly blushing face, his gaze instantly turning complicated.

“Brother Ji, last night…” Xiao Lin stood at the bathroom doorway, looking at Ji Xing in the mirror, when he suddenly caught sight of two faint red marks vaguely visible against the young man’s otherwise fair neck. Most of the marks were blocked by the T-shirt collar, but Xiao Lin quickly recognized what they were.

This couldn’t be happening!

Ji Xing was the most innocent artist in their company. How could something like this happen on the very first day they joined the cast?

Sensing Xiao Lin’s gaze, Ji Xing’s face flushed so red it felt like it might bleed, and he hurried to shut the bathroom door. Having zero experience with this kind of situation, being exposed so abruptly by someone else left him utterly embarrassed.

“Brother Ji, did you drink too much last night?” Although Xiao Lin called him “brother,” he was actually only younger than Ji Xing by a single month. Because of their personalities, in his heart he viewed Ji Xing more like a younger brother. Upon encountering such an incident, his first instinct was still to protect Ji Xing. “Don’t feel awkward. If something actually happened, tell me, don’t try to carry it all by yourself.”

Right now, Ji Xing’s greatest wish was to quit the show so he could avoid any entanglement with He Chenchen. But he remembered the original setting: he had signed a soul-selling contract with the agency and couldn’t possibly afford the exorbitant penalty fee, meaning he had no way of quitting voluntarily no matter what happened.

Things had already reached this point, so he could only take it one step at a time. He had no clue when this world would end; if he acted recklessly and ended up drowning in crippling debt without even being able to return to his original world,岂不是更棘手? (Wait, let me translate this accurately into English without mixing languages.) wouldn’t things become infinitely more troublesome?

After careful deliberation, Ji Xing decided to come clean to Xiao Lin.

Whether considering their past rapport or the setup in the fan fiction, Xiao Lin was an assistant he could trust. Ji Xing knew that with his own limited wits, changing the trajectory of the plot would be a tall order, but having Xiao Lin’s help might make things slightly easier.

At a time like this, he desperately needed an accomplice.

“I drank too much last night and ended up sleeping in Teacher He’s room,” Ji Xing said.

“No wonder those pants looked familiar; they belong to him.” Xiao Lin didn’t know how to react for a moment. Fearing that showing too much shock would make Ji Xing uncomfortable, he managed to control his expression and asked, “You two, you and Teacher He hooked up?”

“No.” Ji Xing looked at Xiao Lin, his eyes full of helplessness. “Can you help me?”

“How can I help? Make him take responsibility?” Xiao Lin asked.

“I don’t want him to take responsibility. It would be best if we just pretend nothing ever happened.”

“Did he force you?” Xiao Lin asked again.

Extremely embarrassed, Ji Xing avoided Xiao Lin’s gaze and muttered, “We were both drunk, it wasn’t really a matter of anyone forcing anyone, but I don’t want anyone else to find out, and I don’t want to have any more entanglements of this sort with him.”

Xiao Lin fell silent for nearly half a minute before asking, “Should we tell Brother Wu?”

Brother Wu was Ji Xing’s manager, a man obsessed with money who wouldn’t offer any genuine help.

“No, I don’t want a third person to know,” Ji Xing said.

Xiao Lin nodded, forcing himself to regain his composure.

They still had to participate in the show’s recording today, so interrogating Ji Xing right now was clearly inappropriate. He needed to soothe Ji Xing’s emotions as much as possible to ensure nothing went wrong during the filming. Otherwise, once things blew up, there was no telling how He Chenchen would react, but Ji Xing’s career in the entertainment circle would definitely be finished.

As for everything else, they could talk about it after Ji Xing calmed down.

Xiao Lin fetched some concealer and helped Ji Xing cover up the marks on his neck to prevent other people from seeing them and drawing unnecessary associations.

“Don’t worry, you can’t see them at all now,” Xiao Lin comforted.

Soothed by Xiao Lin, Ji Xing finally managed to steady his emotions.

Right now, the only thing he was grateful for was that the fan fiction writer hadn’t driven him to a dead end, at least arranging for Xiao Lin to stay by his side. Otherwise, he really wouldn’t have known how to handle this alone.

Seeing that it was time to head to the location, the two of them prepared to leave. However, the moment Ji Xing opened his hotel door, he ran right into He Chenchen standing out in the corridor.

He Chenchen’s expression betrayed nothing unusual, his aura carrying its usual stern chilliness, except for a wound on his lip that looked starkly out of place against that handsome face.