The Wealthy Old Man Carried a Child After His Divorce - Chapter 1

Bai Yifeng’s last memory was of working overtime until midnight, driving home in a drowsy stupor. His ears seemed to echo with the frantic ranting of a late-night radio host trashing a “bad-ending” wealthy family novel. The next moment, everything went black, followed by a surge of agonizing pain. Just as he realized he had likely crashed due to fatigue, he opened his eyes again; however, there was no accident scene.

Before him sat a luxurious King-size bed. The pillows and blankets looked untouched, as if they had not been moved for a long time. There was not even a slight indentation on the edge of the mattress. The only thing present was a pure white love letter on the sheets, embossed with a gold rose pattern.

Bai Yifeng should have surveyed his surroundings first to figure out what happened and where he was, but he stared at that love letter in a daze as the agitated complaints from the car radio flooded back into his mind.

“Even if the original cannon-fodder shou is a side character, he should have some dignity! Your man is out there flirting with others, and you are here crying over a bed he has never even slept in! Does a rose on a love letter turn your brain into mush? He is not dead; go punch him! You are not an Omega, you are a Beta! Be a man!”

Bai Yifeng: “…”

A bed that had never been slept in. It is very tidy; no one has slept here.

A love letter with a rose. The details are very fine, and it is even gold.

Bai Yifeng took a deep breath and turned to find a mirror in this overly opulent room, attempting to see what he looked like now. He was fairly certain he had transmigrated. He had landed in a “dog-blood” novel that people hated, and to make matters worse, he barely knew the plot other than the fact that it had a terrible ending.

Having been a corporate worker for too long, Bai Yifeng had developed a flexible temperament. His goal now was simple: escape this place and survive. From what he gathered, the book was one of those trendy Alpha/Beta/Omega (ABO) “scumbag” novels. Combining the bed and the love letter, he guessed he had become the cannon-fodder original spouse. Because the radio listener’s ranting focused mostly on this character, Bai Yifeng had a general idea of the situation, even though he did not experience a “memory flood.”

This original spouse was the male lead’s childhood friend. The two had a lifelong pact to marry as soon as the spouse graduated. However, to everyone’s surprise, upon reaching adulthood, he did not differentiate into an Omega as medical tests had predicted. Instead, he became an ordinary Beta.

The male lead, unfortunately, was an “Omega-obsessed” Alpha. Born of noble blood and pure lineage, he viewed Betas as mere dust. Although he eventually married the original spouse out of obligation, he used the excuse that “Betas cannot conceive” to remain distant. He never touched him once, instead spending his life indulging in wine and debauchery elsewhere.

The original spouse was weak and lacked intelligence, spending every day at home praying for the male lead to change his mind. He waited for twenty years, never escaping this gilded cage, until he finally died of a serious illness.

Bai Yifeng finally found the hidden bathroom door. Pushing it open, he saw a massive floor-to-ceiling mirror. He rushed over to examine his face. Fortunately, it was still his original face. He sighed with a bit of tragic irony, wondering why transmigration had not made him a few years younger.

Truly, novels were all lies.

Bai Yifeng’s knowledge of the book ended there. He crouched down with a headache, leaning his forehead against the mirror and sighing deeply. His goal remained unchanged: no matter what happened here or what was about to happen, it had nothing to do with him. His character was just a discarded pawn; no one would notice a “tool” like him. He might as well use this second chance at life to enjoy himself. It was a wealthy family novel, after all. Even if he just took the divorce settlement, he could live comfortably.

Comforting himself, Bai Yifeng stood up and looked at his face in the mirror. He rubbed the red mark his forehead had left on the glass and decided to find a non-player character. No, he was a person in this book now, and those characters were real people. Having struggled in the professional world for so long, he had not lost his most precious trait: the commitment to respecting others.

After memorizing this concept, he did not give the bedroom behind him a second glance. He pushed the door open and walked out, only to come face-to-face with a cold, indifferent countenance.

“Mr. Bai, you are twelve minutes earlier than usual.” The man looked seven or eight years older than Bai Yifeng, wearing a proper black tailcoat and an exquisite monocle over his right eye. The chain draped over his shoulder. He was the quintessential butler character found in wealthy family novels.

Bai Yifeng swallowed. He had no idea what to say. Just then, a woman dressed as a maid approached. She did not even look at Bai Yifeng, treating him as if he were invisible. She said to the butler, “Mr. Louis, Mr. Ye’s car is waiting downstairs. He says the Eldest Young Master sent him to pick something up.”

“I will be right there.” Louis glanced at Bai Yifeng as if waiting for him to speak. The latter cleared his throat. “Louis, I want to print a document.”

“Very well. Please tell me the content and requirements, and I will have it printed and delivered.” Louis glanced doubtfully at the “Intellectual Brain” bracelet on Bai Yifeng’s wrist. He did not understand why someone would use a printer when a document could be edited and sent with a single tap on the bracelet. But no matter how disregarded Bai Yifeng was, he was still the titular “Madam” of the Fang family; Louis had to follow his orders.

Following his gaze, Bai Yifeng looked at his own wrist. A small encoded pattern was printed on the inside of his wrist. It was a string of numbers. Was this his identification code? Bai Yifeng touched it, and the code glowed blue as a floating screen appeared before him.

The sudden change startled him, but he maintained his composure. If the people here realized he was a different person, there was no telling what they would do to him.

“Mr. Bai, do you still need to print?” Louis asked.

Bai Yifeng nodded. “Yes. Go attend to your business first. Call me in a bit; I will print it myself.”

He flipped through the contact list. It was sparsely populated with only a few names. Fang Yang was the male lead of this book and his “spouse.” Being married for the first time in his life made Bai Yifeng feel awkward. He looked at the second name: Ye Lang, who was Fang Yang’s most beloved little Omega.

Bai Yifeng let a trace of loneliness show on his face at just the right moment, letting the butler and maid see that he was still that miserable, useless waste. Sure enough, a look of pity mixed with disgust appeared in the maid’s eyes as she turned to leave. Bai Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief. Following his instincts, he tapped the code again. The floating screen retracted. When he looked up again, Louis was gone.

The massive mansion felt empty with Bai Yifeng standing alone in the hallway. He did not know where he lived and did not much care, since he did not plan on staying long. To kill time, he followed the direction the maid had gone, thinking about his next move while admiring the rare luxury of the estate.

Half an hour later, Bai Yifeng stood at the main entrance of the mansion, looking up at the three-meter-high fence. This place was essentially a prison, tightly locking away what should have been someone’s brilliant life. It was also a tomb that buried the remainder of someone’s years.

“Mr. Bai, the printing room is ready.” Louis’s voice sounded from behind him. Bai Yifeng turned around. The man still wore that same cold expression, seemingly unconcerned with anything.

Bai Yifeng pointed outside. “Can I go out?”

“You may. You can do as you wish here,” Louis said coldly, “as long as you do not come into contact with Mr. Ye.”

Ah, Ye Lang. He was the “White Moonlight” level homewrecker.

Bai Yifeng scratched his cheek and followed Louis back inside. As they neared the door, a person rushed past him, colliding hard with his shoulder. Bai Yifeng stumbled; if Louis had not caught him, he would have definitely hit the floor.

“Thank you.” Bai Yifeng stood firm and patted the dust off Louis’s clothes. Louis’s lip twitched. Before he could stop it, Bai Yifeng and Ye Lang’s eyes met.

Ye Lang was indeed beautiful and young; even Bai Yifeng was momentarily dazed. He had likely forgotten something while picking up items for Fang Yang and had rushed back to get it.

Bai Yifeng gave a slight nod as a greeting. To his surprise, Ye Lang had a significant reaction. He grabbed Bai Yifeng’s arm, but failing to move him, he froze for a moment before shouting his name. “Bai Yifeng, you stop right there!”

“Mr. Ye, the Eldest Young Master is waiting for you outside.” Seeing the situation, Louis stepped forward to intervene, only to be met with a sharp slap across the face from Ye Lang. “I did not give you permission to speak!”

Bai Yifeng watched in shock as Louis silently took the hit and stepped back, a red handprint forming on his face. “You hit him?”

“So what?” Ye Lang hissed, lowering his voice. “When do you plan on getting out of here?”

“Is Fang Yang outside?” Bai Yifeng did not notice the flash of surprise on Louis’s face when he heard him call Fang Yang by name. He grabbed Ye Lang’s wrist in return. “Then you had better pray he does not find out you have this side to you. As for when I am leaving, you will find out very soon.”

Ye Lang wanted to say more, but Louis reminded him not to keep Fang Yang waiting. Ye Lang had no choice but to leave indignantly, not forgetting to glare back at Bai Yifeng.

Ignoring him, Bai Yifeng turned and pulled Louis back into the house. “Where is the first aid kit?”

“It is in the third shelf of the cabinet on your left.” Surprised, Louis answered subconsciously. He watched as Bai Yifeng let go, bent down to find the kit, and deftly prepared supplies to reduce swelling. He pushed Louis down onto the sofa. “Do not move. Let me take care of that.”

“Mr. Bai…”

“Unless you want to walk around with that mark for the next few days.”

Louis: “…”

Outside the Fang family ancestral home, Fang Yang watched Ye Lang run toward him, looking displeased. “Why are you so slow?”

“I forgot where I put it. I was looking for a while.” Ye Lang did not dare mention he had run into Bai Yifeng. He leaned into Fang Yang’s arms coquettishly. Fang Yang, clearly enjoying the gesture, pulled him into the car and spoke to the person resting with closed eyes inside. “Since you are finally back, do you want to go out and relax?”

“Big brother, you know me.” That person turned his head, scanning Ye Lang with a playful, meaningful gaze. Ignoring Ye Lang’s trembling, he smiled at Fang Yang. “I am your most obedient brother, am I not?”

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