The Scum Gong Refuses the Crematorium [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

Dongcheng Minghua Villa.

The notification sound chimed on the phone of the popular star, Song Liguang.

AAA Project Team – Xiao Cheng: “Brother Song, Brother Song! Guess what news I just got!”

Song Liguang: “What news?”

AAA Project Team – Xiao Cheng: “Our project is being scrapped!”

The moment he saw the message, a flicker of a smile crossed Song Liguang’s face. However, the message he typed back was: “Huh? Why is it being scrapped? It’s a great project. Why stop now?”

AAA Project Team – Xiao Cheng: “Great? Brother Song, you’re just too kind. That Lu Mingyue was clearly using this project to keep a hook in our President Sheng. If the project were actually any good, why wouldn’t he find investors abroad? There are plenty of them. He insisted on coming back to cling to President Sheng because he knows the Boss falls for his act. Ptu! Fake and pretentious. It’s better that a project like this fails!”

Xiao Cheng, whose real name was Wu Cheng, was originally an ordinary university graduate. When he first entered society, he sent resumes to every major enterprise in Yanjing, but he failed every interview.

The worst experience was at Shengshi Group. During the interview, the recruiter took one look at his resume and said: “Just a standard bachelor’s degree? Sorry, we only hire postgraduates here.”

The words weren’t physically harmful, but they were deeply insulting. Wu Cheng’s face had flushed with humiliation; he felt trapped, unable to stay or leave.

But just as he was at his most embarrassed, a voice like heavenly music rang out: “A bachelor’s degree isn’t bad. Plenty of people can’t even get into a top-tier university. I don’t think Shengshi should only hire people with high academic credentials. We should occasionally give opportunities to those with average degrees but solid abilities.”

Those words acted like a savior, pulling Wu Cheng out of the mire. He felt a surge of triumph seeing the interviewers’ sour expressions as if they had swallowed something foul as they were forced to admit him into the company. He became the lowest-ranking “Third Assistant” to the CEO at Shengshi Group.

From then on, he became a die-hard fan of Song Liguang.

Back then, Song Liguang was just a minor celebrity with a bit of popularity. Someone must have been sabotaging his debut because he was constantly attacked on social media. Wu Cheng created numerous accounts just to fight back against the haters.

Furthermore, Song Liguang used to run to Shengshi Group every day to deliver meals to President Sheng. Over time, they became acquainted, and Wu Cheng learned a lot about him.

He felt immense pity for Song Liguang’s background. As for Song Liguang acting as a “stand-in” for President Sheng’s lost love, Wu Cheng didn’t see a problem with it. If it were him, he’d choose the same path.

The difference was that Brother Song was truly good to President Sheng. For 365 days a year, he never missed a single meal delivery. He would even ask the assistants to remind the Boss to eat on time. His care was absolute.

No one else could play the role of a “stand-in” so perfectly.

As for the “White Moonlight” who had rejected the Boss to study abroad, Wu Cheng thought he was ungrateful. Where else could you find a man as young, successful, handsome, and devoted as President Sheng? What more was he looking for?

He would definitely regret it one day!

Sure enough, as soon as he returned to the country, he tried to hook President Sheng again asking for project investments and making the Boss wait on him hand and foot. He clearly had bad intentions.

A rat in the gutter eventually hits a dead end. Right now, President Sheng was still looking at the newly returned Lu Mingyue through “White Moonlight” filters. Once he saw Lu Mingyue’s true nature, those filters would shatter.

After all, President Sheng wasn’t stupid.

And just as Wu Cheng predicted, the project had been halted.

On the phone, Wu Cheng continued tirelessly: “It must be that President Sheng discovered Lu Mingyue’s true face. The Boss must be heartbroken right now, after loving that White Moonlight for so many years…”

“Brother Song, your chance has come! You have to grab it!”

“The project pausing isn’t necessarily his fault.” Song Liguang replied. “He’s such a good person, so talented, and the project is great. It must be some other issue.”

“Don’t say such things, it’s not right.”

“Besides, President Sheng and I have already terminated our stand-in contract. I’m very free and doing well now!”

Seeing the reply, Wu Cheng felt frustrated by Song Liguang’s lack of ambition: “You’re just too kind! Even now, you’re speaking up for him.”

“If the contract is terminated, then Brother Song, you’re free to pursue him boldly without any constraints!”

“Brother Song, you’re a star now, not that unknown nobody from before. You have the right to love too. Go for it! Turn the tables on the ‘stand-in’ trope and claim your victory!”

Looking at the flashing messages, Song Liguang put his phone down and stopped replying. A smile, more radiant than ever before, spread across his face.

“Chasing someone back isn’t ‘turning the tables.’ True victory is when the gold-digger/sponsor kneels on the ground begging me to return, and I refuse. That’s real skill.”

System 766 (Torment the Alpha/Gong) reminded him: “Don’t get carried away.”

Song Liguang ignored it. “How am I getting carried away? I stayed by that scumbag’s side for five whole years. Five years! Do you know how I lived? Like a mistreated little daughter-in-law, cooking and cleaning for him, taking care of his daily life, and being insulted by his friends and family. I’ve finally endured it. Now that the scumbag is disillusioned with his White Moonlight and the ‘Crematorium’ (regret) arc is starting, why shouldn’t I be happy?”

System 766: “Do not forget your mission.”

“I know, I know,” Song Liguang waved it off. “It’s just making the scumbag attack the White Moonlight during the regret phase, ensuring the White Moonlight’s project fails, forcing him to go abroad again, and finally having him branded a traitor by netizens so he dies in disgrace. Simple.”

Song Liguang spoke lightly, but he felt a slight headache thinking about Lu Mingyue.

A few months ago, when Lu Mingyue returned, he hadn’t told anyone. He came back quietly. If not for the System, Song Liguang wouldn’t have known.

Sheng Yan certainly didn’t know.

To ensure the two reconnected, Song Liguang had gone through many channels to “accidentally” leak the news of Lu Mingyue’s return to Sheng Yan. He also went undercover on the Yanjing University forums to incite students to demand a celebrity alumni speech to motivate them.

Lu Mingyue had been a star student at Yanjing University. Several professors wanted to recommend him for a Master’s, and after going abroad, he published several SCI papers in top journals, opening new directions in Computer Science.

He was a famous alumnus. If he returned, his mentor would definitely ask him to speak.

By the same logic, Sheng Yan would be invited as well.

Meeting at a seminar, with Sheng Yan’s “love-brain” obsession with Lu Mingyue, something was bound to happen. Song Liguang would then direct the plot from there.

But Song Liguang hadn’t expected his “love-brain” teammate, Sheng Yan, to be so effective!

After finding out Lu Mingyue was back, Sheng Yan didn’t go to him immediately. Instead, he investigated Lu Mingyue’s goals. Upon learning Lu Mingyue was seeking investment, Sheng Yan discreetly leaked Lu Mingyue’s final requirements in advance.

Capitalists are sharks. Knowing Lu Mingyue’s bottom line beforehand, they squeezed him ruthlessly.

Then, when Sheng Yan met Lu Mingyue at the seminar and offered to invest on Lu Mingyue’s exact terms, Lu Mingyue had to consider it, even if he wanted nothing to do with Sheng Yan.

In one move, a third of Song Liguang’s KPI was finished!

The subsequent plot followed Song Liguang’s script: he terminated the stand-in contract with Sheng Yan. Lu Mingyue getting closer to Sheng Yan triggered Jiang Huaisu, who would never let Lu Mingyue go after he took her money and broke his promise to stay away.

And Sheng Yan—a man who lived by his own rules, tolerated no flaws, and survived on “filters”—would surely break with Lu Mingyue once the White Moonlight filter shattered.

“Mm…” Thinking about the grand play he had directed, Song Liguang’s smile widened. “Next, it’s time for my grand entrance. I wonder if Sheng Yan is ready for the ‘Crematorium’ gift I’ve prepared for him?”

He played with his phone. The thought that Sheng Yan—the man who had ignored him for five years—would soon be desperately calling him made him giddy with anticipation.

Chengnan No. 1, Sheng Yan’s House.

After washing up and sleeping, Sheng Yan finally had some energy. But with it came the physical baggage of the original body owner.

Stomach pain.

Cruelly, as his stomach throbbed, images automatically surfaced in his mind: memories of the stand-in, Song Liguang, taking meticulous care of him when his stomach hurt.

Those scenes were warm and beautiful, bringing a sense of peace. More strangely, every time the original owner took the medicine or the warm porridge Song Liguang provided, the pain vanished as if it had never existed. It created a compulsive urge to go find Song Liguang.

System 667 chimed in: “Please follow system instructions: Redeem the scumbag’s reputation and win back your True Fate Partner, Song Liguang.”

Clutching his agonizing stomach, Sheng Yan dragged himself downstairs to find something to eat. Hearing the system, he suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. “If I don’t find him, this ‘True Fate’ partner is going to become a ‘Fatal’ partner.”

The system went silent.

Just then, the butler noticed Sheng Yan’s distress. Seeing his movements, he asked realization: “Mr. Sheng, shall I call Mr. Song?”

Sheng Yan shot him a cold look. The butler flinched back. Today’s Mr. Sheng was terrifying.

“No need.” Irritable from the pain, Sheng Yan rubbed his stomach and growled, “Call a doctor for me.”

Why look for Song Liguang for a stomach ache? I don’t believe there isn’t a single doctor in this world who can treat my stomach.

“…Alright.” The butler answered nervously. As he went to call the doctor, he remembered Sheng Yan’s habit of having a bowl of Song Liguang’s millet porridge before taking medicine. He added cautiously: “Mr. Sheng, what about Mr. Song’s stomach-warming porridge…”

Before he could finish, Sheng Yan interrupted with an icy face: “Find me a chef, too!”

“The best one available!”

He wanted to see if he would actually die without Song Liguang.

After a period of chaos, Sheng Yan sat on the leather sofa in the living room. He had an IV drip in his arm and was eating porridge made by a top-tier Yanjing chef while listening to a gastric specialist.

The specialist said seriously: “Due to long-term irregular eating, alcohol abuse, and lack of treatment, your stomach lining is damaged. You have chronic ulcers. Without effective treatment, this could turn into gastric cancer.”

With the IV and porridge, the pain had dulled, though he still felt unwell. A pale Sheng Yan nodded. “Understood.”

He turned immediately to the newly hired Master Chef: “Master Liu, please sign a long-term contract with my lawyer later. I’ll be counting on you.”

Master Liu hesitated. He was a five-star master chef; his fees were high!

Sheng Yan pursed his lips. “Double salary.”

Master Liu beamed. “Right away, I’ll go sign it now.”

Sheng Yan took out his phone and looked at the specialist. “Dr. Chen, please tell me more about what I need to watch out for in daily life. I’ll take notes so I don’t forget.”

The moment he unlocked his phone, the System jumped in his head: “Please follow system instructions: Win back your True Fate Partner, and your stomach ailment will be cured instantly!”

Sheng Yan’s hand paused over the memo app. Instead, he pulled up every contact method for Song Liguang—blocking and deleting them all in one swift motion.

He turned to the butler, his eyes sharp and commanding: “Clear out everything in this house related to Song Liguang. Don’t leave a single strand of hair behind.”