The Vicious Male Supporting Character Only Wants to Focus on His Career - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Thanks for the Well-Wishes

Today is the third day since his rebirth.

Zhong Shengwan did not enter a private box. Instead, he took a seat in the main hall by the window.

His face still carried the paleness of a recent illness, but his features were so intense that this pallor only made his crow-feather eyebrows, pitch-black eyes, and crimson lips stand out even more.

He looked like a richly colored, unfading oil painting—a stunning sight that captivated everyone present.

Several waves of people came by to flirt or strike up a conversation. Zhong Shengwan called the manager over and asked him to place a “Do Not Disturb” sign on his table.

Manager: “Young Master Zhong, it’s noisy down here. Would you like to move to a private box upstairs?” This was a property of the Zhong family. If anyone was going to have a seat, it would be him.

The boy looked ill. If something else went wrong, he, the manager, could kiss his job goodbye.

Zhong Shengwan shook his head: “No need. I’ll call you if I need anything. Go on with your work.”

He liked staying among the crowd.

In his past life, Zhong Shengwan was an actor—the method type. He observed all kinds of people, imagined their lives, and became them when the need arose.

With a mix of talent and hard work, he had a chance to claim the Best Actor trophy at the age of twenty-seven. Unfortunately, he was ultimately cut out by an actor pushed forward by big capital. The trophy was gone, he went on a heavy drinking binge, and his life was gone too.

In the industry, social networking was unavoidable.

Zhong Shengwan had no background and didn’t want to follow casting couch rules. He climbed up step by step, fighting desperately at drinking tables and on film sets. In the end, his body was worn out before he could ever reach the peak.

Perhaps his bad luck had finally run out. Upon his rebirth, he had transmigrated as the precious young master of the century-old Zhong family.

The only slightly eerie thing was that he seemed to have transmigrated into a book world.

The book was the original novel of an idol drama he had refused to act in. It was full of melodramatic dog-blood tropes, and Young Master Zhong was a cannon-fodder existence in the story.

He was obsessively in love with the Protagonist Gong, Chu Jinchen, and persecuted the Protagonist Shou, Jiang Yu. He exhausted every effort, not only causing his family’s decline but also losing his own life.

Zhong Shengwan didn’t agree with the original owner’s way of doing things. Love is as thin as paper; a career is as hard as stone. Compared to love, he preferred the joy of being supported by thousands of fans and the interest of experiencing various lives.

When his circumstances were difficult before, he had fantasized about having a good background—where he wouldn’t have to worry about anything, wouldn’t be suppressed or cut out, and could just focus on acting.

Now, that opportunity had come.

The balance in his bank account was his confidence. The Zhong family’s status was his confidence. Once his body recovered, he would focus on building his career.

While dreaming of the future, someone suddenly stood in front of his table.

A young man about his age, wearing a restaurant waiter’s shirt and vest. His skin was fair and his face delicate, but his expression was filled with annoyance.

Zhong Shengwan looked up, his brow twitching slightly, but he didn’t speak.

He had the original owner’s memories and recognized that this was Jiang Yu—the Protagonist Gong Chu Jinchen’s official match in the book, and the culprit indirectly responsible for the original owner’s death.

A week ago, Zhong Shengwan had run into Jiang Yu on the street and warned him not to keep clinging to Chu Jinchen.

That night, Chu Jinchen called and gave Zhong Shengwan a piece of his mind.

Zhong Shengwan couldn’t take the insult and went to the Chu residence in the pouring rain to argue. Chu Jinchen wasn’t home. Stifled by anger and soaked by rain, he caught a cold and fell ill upon returning.

After a high fever for two days, the one who woke up was a different Zhong Shengwan.

Seeing Zhong Shengwan’s lazy appearance, Jiang Yu grew anxious and angry: “What did you say to the manager? Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have money?”

The working environment here was good and the hourly wage was high; he had worked hard to get hired.

This young master didn’t know the suffering of the world; he had no idea how hard and cautiously people at the bottom had to live.

Zhong Shengwan: “So, what do you want?”

Jiang Yu was a bit surprised. In his impression, Zhong Shengwan had a terrible temper and looked like he wanted to eat him alive whenever they met. His complexion was poor… was he sick?

Serves him right!

He lowered his voice: “Please leave this place! Otherwise… otherwise, I’ll ask Brother Chu to speak with you. He’s not like you idle rich second-generations…”

Thinking of the tall, handsome, righteous, and tolerant Chu Jinchen, Jiang Yu found his confidence.

Zhong Shengwan raised an eyebrow: “Understood.”

He gestured for the manager to come over.

Jiang Yu bit his lip indignantly and spoke before Zhong Shengwan could: “Manager, this person keeps harassing me. Now he’s even threatening me and telling me to leave!”

Although Zhong Shengwan hadn’t done so yet, what other purpose could he have for specifically coming to his workplace?

Compared to Zhong Shengwan’s beauty that was as vivid as peach and plum blossoms, the merely decent-looking Jiang Yu could only be considered plain congee and side dishes. The manager: “…”

His habit of feeling secondhand embarrassment for others hadn’t acted up in a long time, truly.

Besides, anyone who knew this little Young Master Zhong knew that his heart was entirely tied to the Chu family’s crown prince; he didn’t even pay attention to the many people who tried to hit on him.

The manager ignored Jiang Yu and bowed to Zhong Shengwan: “Young Master, I apologize. This was a lapse in my management. I will take him away immediately.”

Speaking to a guest without permission and then harassing and slandering them—wages would definitely be docked. Whether to fire him or not would require further evaluation.

Zhong Shengwan: “Make him leave.”

Jiang Yu snapped: “On what grounds?”

Zhong Shengwan: “On the grounds that this restaurant belongs to my family.”

If Jiang Yu hadn’t actively come over to jump around, he wouldn’t have bothered with the guy at all. But since the person was here, and had an indirect connection to the death of the original owner, he wouldn’t be polite.

Jiang Yu’s face turned pale as he glared at Zhong Shengwan with hatred.

In his past life, Zhong Shengwan had also climbed up from the bottom. In his poorest times, he had even picked through trash and endured countless amounts of malice. This level of hatred was about the same as an itch.

He never bullied people, but he didn’t like being bullied by others either.

His expression remained calm: “Let me teach you something: you’d better avoid me from now on. Otherwise, every time I see you, I’ll deal with you. Understood?”

Manager: …Understood, there’s a grudge here.

Jiang Yu: “You just wait! Someone like you—Brother Chu will never like you!”

He didn’t dare to dream of that man, but someone like Zhong Shengwan, who relied on his family to be domineering and arrogant, was even less worthy of Chu Jinchen.

Zhong Shengwan didn’t care: “Thanks for the well-wishes.”

Manager: What does that mean? Could it be… what kind of wealthy family grudge is this!

In the evening, Chu Jinchen called.

Zhong Shengwan glanced at it and hung up directly.

The other side didn’t call back. He could roughly guess Chu Jinchen’s thoughts: a person who always chased him actually dared to hang up—their brain must be broken.

If he called back, it would be giving him too much face, wouldn’t it?

A few days later, while celebrating a friend’s birthday, Zhong Shengwan saw Chu Jinchen.

Even though he knew what the man looked like in his memory, seeing the real person in front of him was different. Chu Jinchen was very tall, very handsome, and had a powerful aura. His whole being was as sharp and heroic as a sword—the kind of presence that stood out like a crane among a flock of chickens, even in a crowd of rich second-generations.

Unlike him, Chu Jinchen seemed to be here to discuss business.

Seeing Zhong Shengwan from afar, he strode over. That handsome face was expressionless, carrying a strong sense of coming to demand an explanation.

The surrounding second-generations made way one after another, but they didn’t leave.

There was a show to watch.

They wondered what kind of joke the Zhong family young master would make this time upon seeing his dream lover. Clearly, his own net worth and appearance were top-tier, so why did he have to hang himself from this one tree?

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