The Affectionate Backup is a Heartthrob [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Devoted Stand-In is Coveted (1)

Wen Zhe’s scenes had wrapped up. He played a minor character whose name hardly anyone could recall, but the director thought highly of him, specifically keeping him behind to chat for over an hour before letting him go, promising to introduce him to suitable roles in the future.

Wen Zhe expressed his gratitude. By the time he left the film base, the sky outside had already darkened. He planned to stay at the hotel for one more night and return to the city the next day.

However, as soon as he got into the car, he received a message from Jiang Han telling him to go to a designated restaurant. Wen Zhe immediately instructed his assistant to drive him there.

Having just finished filming, Wen Zhe was exhausted and fell asleep directly in the car. By the time his assistant woke him, an hour had passed, and the car had arrived at the restaurant entrance.

Wen Zhe got out of the car. It was a Cantonese restaurant with simple, elegant decor and a lot of style.

He was led by a waiter to the door of a private box. Wen Zhe pushed the door open to find about eight or nine people sitting inside. The originally lively atmosphere silenced for a moment upon his arrival, and many gazes fell upon him.

Wen Zhe scanned the room and noticed that the person sitting in the seat of honor was not Jiang Han, but another heavyweight figure in their circle. This man had arrived in A City about a year ago, named Ye Baihuai. They had met a few times by chance but weren’t familiar; Wen Zhe was simply impressed by the man’s noble and powerful aura.

Jiang Han was sitting next to him, and there was an empty seat beside Jiang Han—evidently, it was reserved for him.

“Sorry, I’m late,” Wen Zhe said with a smile. Although he had been called over on short notice, looking at the table, it was clear they had already been through a round of toasts.

“Since you’re late, take three penalty drinks.”

“Jiang Han still owes us three drinks himself. Since you’re here, drink them on his behalf too.”

Wen Zhe glanced at Jiang Han beside him. The man’s handsome face was slightly flushed, but his eyes were still clear. He didn’t step in to help Wen Zhe out; instead, he replied indifferently, “Then go ahead and drink.”

Wen Zhe didn’t offer much resistance. His alcohol tolerance had indeed improved quite a bit, having been trained by Jiang Han at various social events.

Today they were drinking white liquor. He downed one cup in a single gulp. By the third cup, a drop of the liquid escaped from the corner of his mouth, sliding down his delicate skin.

After finishing, Wen Zhe quickly wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue. Drinking white liquor like this was still a bit much for him to handle; his throat all the way down to his stomach felt like it was on fire.

His lips were rubbed even redder by the tissue. The people at the table were praising Wen Zhe’s tolerance, their eyes landing on him intentionally or unintentionally.

They were used to beauties—even the handsome men and gorgeous women of the entertainment industry frequently accompanied them—but they had never seen anyone with a temperament as clean and ethereal as Wen Zhe’s.

His looks were top-tier too; his features were exquisite and harmonious, the kind that would stun anyone at first glance. When he smiled, his eyes curved slightly, shimmering with a layer of moisture. His skin was fair and translucent; just sitting there, he seemed to carry a soft, radiant glow.

Everyone knew that the ‘white moonlight’ in Jiang Han’s heart was Su Cheng. They were all friends, so they habitually made things difficult for Wen Zhe. However, if one were to get serious, Wen Zhe’s appearance didn’t lose to Su Cheng’s at all; in fact, he possessed the ‘white moonlight’ aura even more than Su Cheng did. This was the real reason they couldn’t push things too far.

Wen Zhe took two bites of food to settle the discomfort in his stomach. At that moment, someone started a topic: “Supposedly Su Cheng is coming back. You all know that, right?”

The speaker meant something deeper, and everyone’s attention shifted to Jiang Han. Sure enough, they saw his eyes, which had been smiling, darken. He took a sip of wine, his voice sounding low: “Probably in another three or four months.”

“So you did know,” everyone teased.

The gazes of those present landed on Wen Zhe again, some lingering. They loved watching this kind of drama, and some eyes held a predatory look. If Su Cheng came back, they took it for granted that Wen Zhe would be dumped by Jiang Han so he could chase Su Cheng again.

Wen Zhe’s expression looked a bit bitter. He took a sip of wine to hide it. In reality, he was thinking: The day the ‘white moonlight’ returns to the country is the day his mission is complete. He will no longer be bound by the plot of this world and will gain true freedom.

Under the cover of the wine glass, the corner of his mouth curved up. He thought of something amusing—in these kinds of plots, why is the ‘white moonlight’ always abroad…?

Setting down the glass, his expression became dejected again. He intended to turn his head to look at Jiang Han, but his gaze crashed right into Ye Baihuai’s, who was sitting in the seat of honor. The man hadn’t deigned to participate in the heckling; Wen Zhe hadn’t heard him say a single word since he entered. Now, meeting those deep, pitch-black eyes, he felt his heart tighten involuntarily. “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”

The heckling behind him grew louder; they all thought he was fleeing in a panic because of the news of Su Cheng’s return. In reality, he just wanted to come out for some air.

Inside the restroom, Wen Zhe splashed his face with cold water. The white liquor was too strong, and his face was burning. Just as he was enjoying the cool, refreshing sensation, he felt someone come in.

A moment later, the newcomer stood beside him to wash their hands. Wen Zhe instinctively moved over a bit and patted his neck with his wet hands.

Wen Zhe’s figure was truly excellent; his legs were straight and long, he was tall and lean, and he had flesh in all the right places. The curve of his waist as he leaned down was graceful and sexy. Ye Baihuai’s gaze swept over him, tracing his silhouette like a sketch, finally landing on his face.

Wen Zhe felt the temperature drop, then stood up. He had just pulled a tissue to wipe his face when he sensed the person beside him watching him. He looked over and realized it was actually Ye Baihuai, who was now drying his hands and looking at him with composed interest.

Wen Zhe froze for a moment, then heard Ye Baihuai say, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Wen Zhe said. The man was a rising star in the top-tier circles, someone everyone tried to flatter, but he wasn’t part of Wen Zhe’s mission.

Ye Baihuai was tall and broad-shouldered, a full half-head taller than Wen Zhe, with an ‘unapproachable’ aura that felt very oppressive.

Wen Zhe felt quite a bit of pressure right now. He hurriedly wiped the water droplets from his face, but he could feel the man beside him watching him the entire time.

Once he had wiped the water from his neck as well, he intended to leave first, but then he saw Ye Baihuai raise a hand toward him. The man’s fingers were long and his knuckles well-defined. Actually, Wen Zhe had a bit of a hand fetish; one look was enough to tell him how beautiful Ye Baihuai’s hands were.

As that hand flashed before his eyes, he couldn’t help but be distracted. To his surprise, that hand landed on his collar. A low voice sounded, “Your collar was tucked in.”

Ye Baihuai’s fingers hooked the collar out. The person in front of him had just splashed his face with water; his skin was moist and tinted with a pale pink, making one feel inexplicably hot just looking at him. A drop of water on his neck was about to fall; Ye Baihuai’s fingertip caught the drop as he worked, rubbing the moist sensation between his fingers.

Wen Zhe felt a flicker of coolness slide across his neck. He snapped back to reality. “Thank you.”

The two of them returned to the private box one after the other. Because of the minor episode in the restroom, he couldn’t help but look at Ye Baihuai a few more times.

In the time it took him to go to the bathroom, Jiang Han had drunk quite a bit more; his eyes were bleary.

Facing the others’ attempts to make him drink more, Wen Zhe raised his own glass and smiled. “I’ll drink for Jiang Han.”

Before the others could say anything, Jiang Han was the first to object. He shouted, “Who do you think you are? Why are you drinking for me?”

Jiang Han’s unfocused eyes stared straight at him, making Wen Zhe feel a bit awkward. He realized that ever since someone mentioned Su Cheng, Jiang Han’s state of mind had gone wrong.

Ultimately, Wen Zhe supported him and led the departure. Jiang Han was completely wasted, leaning his entire upper body on Wen Zhe. He was over 180cm tall and covered in hard muscle, making it quite difficult for Wen Zhe to hold him up.

After they left the restaurant, the driver immediately came forward to help Wen Zhe get the man into the car. After all that effort, Wen Zhe’s slight intoxication had vanished, replaced by a thin layer of sweat. Once it was quiet inside the car, Wen Zhe adjusted Jiang Han’s position to make him more comfortable and told the driver to drive slowly.

The light and shadows outside the window flickered through his eyes. He leaned against the seat back to nap, checking the system’s evaluation of his persona in this world in his mind.

The conclusion was “100% Perfect”—in other words, his performance was a perfect fit for the persona, earning the usual “Perfect” rating.

He had been through hundreds and thousands of worlds, training himself to be near-perfect. That was why the Bureau had assigned him the role of the “Devoted Male Supporting Lead,” a role everyone else avoided like the plague.

He had experienced much and could keep his heart guarded; this kind of tragic role couldn’t cause the slightest harm to his mental or physical well-being. He simply viewed it as his job.

Whether as a transmigrator or a stand-in, he stood to gain. Outside the play, he earned points; inside the play, he received compensation as a stand-in, and the rewards were very generous, leaving him very satisfied.

He had transmigrated here a year ago, right at the start of the plot. He was a poor college student who had just entered society, and Jiang Han had taken a liking to him and proposed a sugar-baby agreement. The man was handsome and wealthy, and since his family was having trouble at the time, he naturally agreed.

However, in their time together, he gradually fell in love with Jiang Han. Their statuses were unequal, and since the man had a ‘white moonlight’ in his heart and only treated him as a substitute, his love naturally became humble. Eventually, he could only make a dejected exit when the ‘white moonlight’ returned.

In reality, that exit would be Wen Zhe’s new beginning. He was looking forward to it immensely.

The air conditioning in the car was a bit strong, so Wen Zhe covered Jiang Han with a nearby blanket.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror from time to time to check on the situation in the back. He had been Jiang Han’s driver for two years. Wen Zhe had joined Jiang Han a year ago, and it was the driver’s first time seeing someone as meticulous and caring as Wen Zhe.

He couldn’t help but sigh; Wen Zhe truly liked Young Master Jiang. But for a fleeting second, he saw Wen Zhe through the rearview mirror with a calm expression and eyes that held no love at all.

This made him feel he must have seen it wrong. The car drove into the Jiang family villa. Wen Zhe got out and helped Jiang Han out; only after they entered the house did the driver withdraw his gaze.

How could Wen Zhe not love Young Master Jiang? He loved him far too much.

Wen Zhe had just helped Jiang Han onto the stairs when he heard someone running down from upstairs. He looked up to see the Jiang family’s younger son, Jiang Yan.

The boy was wearing pajamas; his silhouette had the straight, lean strength unique to youth. His features looked a bit like his brother’s, but the vibe was completely different—his eyebrows were thicker, his eyes were clearer and brighter, and his aura was clean and refreshing. He was the quintessential campus “sunshine” heartthrob, perfectly inheriting the Jiang family’s high-quality genes.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” Wen Zhe asked softly.

Jiang Yan hurried over to help Wen Zhe support Jiang Han. He said, “Doing practice problems,” and then added with some dissatisfaction, “Why is my brother drunk again?”

“He had a few too many drinks at a gathering with friends,” Wen Zhe explained.

Jiang Yan glanced at him. “My brother is causing you too much trouble like this.”

Wen Zhe heard a hint of someone sticking up for him in the boy’s words and couldn’t help but smile. “It’s nothing.”

The two of them helped the man into the room together. Jiang Han was oblivious the entire time, letting them move him as they pleased.

Finally, they got him onto the bed. Wen Zhe leaned over to take off Jiang Han’s clothes and shoes. He worked seriously and meticulously. When he turned to go into the restroom, he noticed Jiang Yan was still standing there. “I’ve got it from here. You should go back and rest.”

Taking care of Jiang Han had always been his job; others knew not to interfere.

Jiang Yan seemed to hesitate. Wen Zhe turned to the bathroom to wet a towel. When he came out, he heard Jiang Yan say, “Brother Wen Zhe, I have two problems that are quite difficult to solve. Can you help me walk through the logic in a bit?”

He wondered why Jiang Yan wasn’t leaving; so that was it. He had accidentally seen Jiang Yan’s math paper before and had reviewed some high school knowledge; later, whenever Jiang Yan saw him, he would often come to ask him questions.

“Then wait for me a moment,” Wen Zhe said.

He wiped Jiang Han’s face with the wet towel. Jiang Yan watched the entire time, a neutral expression on his handsome face, the corners of his mouth turned down slightly. “You’re really good to my brother.”

Wen Zhe let out a smile, appearing as the picture of good-naturedness. He stood up and said to Jiang Yan, “Let’s go. Show me your problems.”

He was led by Jiang Yan to his room. The decor inside was very simple; besides the textbooks and test papers on the desk, there was no ‘student-like’ atmosphere to be seen.

Wen Zhe sat down beside Jiang Yan, his elbow propped on the desk and his chin resting on his hand. His other hand held a corner of the test paper. After reading the problem once, he already had the logic in his head.

He remembered Mother Jiang praising Jiang Han’s good grades, though his memory of it was a bit fuzzy. He knew Jiang Yan was smart; usually, if he explained it once, the boy understood.

The handwriting on the paper was very beautiful, just like the person—carrying a clean, handsome youthfulness, with free and easy strokes that were pleasing to the eye.

Once Wen Zhe finished explaining, Jiang Yan was already busily writing. He said with a smile, “Thanks, Brother Wen Zhe. I get it now that you’ve said it.”

The corner of Wen Zhe’s mouth curved up too. In the Jiang family, Jiang Yan could be said to be the person who showed him the most goodwill. Looking at the red-lipped, white-toothed youth before him, he felt quite good.

The room was very quiet, with only the scratching sound of Jiang Yan’s pen. After a while, Jiang Yan turned his head to look at Wen Zhe. He was about to speak but paused, then fell silent.

He saw that Wen Zhe had already closed his eyes, leaning his chin on his hand as if he had fallen asleep. Jiang Yan looked at him and instinctively moved a bit closer.

Wen Zhe’s features were like a painting; his long lashes cast small shadows on his eyelids, and his lips were red and moist with a faint luster. Jiang Yan’s gaze traced his face inch by inch.

He couldn’t help but lean even closer. The closer he got, the more he could smell the faint scent of sandalwood on Wen Zhe’s neck. The tip of his nose almost touched the warm skin. Jiang Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously. The scent of perfume was already very faint, but warmed by the skin, it drifted into his nose with a heat that seemed to have a physical touch—as if he were personally licking that skin.

Jiang Yan didn’t dare get any closer. He felt his body growing hot, even developing a physical reaction…

Wen Zhe wasn’t sound asleep; he was just dazed and drowsy. Hearing someone call him, he opened his eyes. His upper and lower eyelids brushed together, and then he saw Jiang Yan right in front of him. He felt a bit dazed; Jiang Yan seemed to be far too close.

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