Transmigrated as the Movie Star’s Little Good for Nothing - Chapter 6

“Hey, you stubborn little rascal, you’ve got quite the attitude, don’t you?”

Xiang Yuyan’s temper was flaring. Annoyed, he reached out to poke Gu Congjue’s chubby, soft cheek.

“If you don’t behave, I’m letting them give you a shot later. A big, sharp needle right into your arm. I guarantee you’ll be wailing your eyes out!”

Xiang Yuyan kept up his relentless threats, but Gu Congjue was so sleepy that his words just bounced right off him. His mind was entirely consumed by one thought: I am so tired.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure, sure, sure. Oh, I’m absolutely terrified.

“The last time you got a vaccine, you cried so hard,” Xiang Yuyan said, bringing up the embarrassing incident. “If I hadn’t made your formula right away and your dad hadn’t patiently carried you around in circles to soothe you, you wouldn’t have—”

Unable to listen to any more of this, Gu Congjue quickly extended a chubby little hand and gently pressed it against Xiang Yuyan’s non-stop mouth.

Please, stop talking. I get it, it was embarrassing.

He couldn’t really blame himself, though. He still hadn’t fully adapted to this infant body, and the sheer physical shock of his first few shots had been too intense to hold back the physiological tears.

Even though all babies cried at the clinic, Gu Congjue considered himself an adult. He shouldn’t be whimpering like actual children. That was why, before coming to the hospital today, he had made a firm resolve: This time, no matter what, I will resist the urge to cry!

“Oh, so you don’t like hearing the truth? Just you wait, the needle is coming for your little arm right now!”

The doctor happened to call their number. Xiang Yuyan flipped down the sunglasses resting on his head, adjusted his tote bag, picked up his baby, and started looking around.

“Your dad is taking forever. Does he still want to record the video of you getting a shot or what?”

Cradled securely in Yuyan’s arms, Gu Congjue’s chubby little legs, clad in thick socks, dangled back and forth. He couldn’t care less where Gu Pingyue had wandered off to…at most, he glanced toward the elevators just to indulge Xiang Yuyan’s question.

Honestly, he hoped Gu Pingyue didn’t record it. This malicious couple seemed to thoroughly enjoy watching him cry. Every time he failed to resist the physical pain and let out a wail, the two of them would get incredibly excited, immediately scrambling to whip out every recording device they owned just to document his humiliation.

Gu Congjue found it utterly baffling. He had zero desire to have his low moments recorded.

What he didn’t realize was that his parents simply thought he was adorable.

Only when the little guy was crying and sniffling did he actually look like a normal baby, rather than an eerie, overly mature child who never acted his age. As parents, they just wanted their son to act spoiled, be cute, and call them “Daddy” and “Mommy” a few more times.

Who wouldn’t love a soft, squishy little baby?

Unfortunately, Gu Congjue didn’t understand the complex emotional bond between parents and children yet; he just found the whole thing childish and embarrassing.

“I’m here,” Gu Pingyue said, jogging up to them. He was clutching a few receipts…likely the payment slips. “Is it our turn? Come on, let’s take Little Cong in.”

Gu Congjue stared at the slips with a suspicious squint. Were they doing something else besides the vaccine? His unreliable “parents” hadn’t mentioned anything before they left the house.

“Come here, sweetie, don’t be scared,” said the nurse in charge of the injections. She had a very kind aura, and even with a medical mask on, her eyes crinkled with genuine warmth. “Let’s see that little arm. Which hand are we doing today?”

Gu Congjue liked kind older women, just like he liked his daily nanny, Auntie Cuirong. Their gentle, comforting energy reminded him of a beautiful neighbor in his past life who had once secretly slipped him two hundred yuan.

That was probably one of the very few acts of salvation he had received in that dark, bleak past life.

Staring into the nurse’s crinkled, smiling eyes, he proactively held out his chubby left arm.

“The left arm? Oh, what a good boy!” The nurse kept chatting with him, using standard distraction techniques. “Have you ever been bitten by a mosquito, sweetie? It’s just like that. It’ll be over in a second, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

Xiang Yuyan, who had been threatening his son just moments ago, was suddenly the nervous one. He took off his sunglasses, signaled his husband to start recording, and pulled the baby tightly against his chest.

Gu Congjue found the dramatic tension entirely unnecessary. Can we hurry up? I want to go home, drink milk, and sleep.

The adults all held their breath, terrified that a single rough movement would trigger a meltdown. Xiang Yuyan was a bit of a crybaby himself; he closed his eyes tightly and even reached out a hand to cover Gu Congjue’s eyes.

Gu Congjue didn’t flinch. With a slight knit of his brow, he didn’t cry, fuss, or make a single sound as the nurse pushed the needle in.

“Wow, amazing!” The nurse was pleasantly surprised and praised him enthusiastically. “Of all the little babies I’ve seen today, you are the absolute best and bravest! Here, Dad, press down on the cotton swab and give it a gentle rub. The bleeding will stop soon.”

Gu Congjue glanced at the cotton swab pressing against his arm and let out a sleepy yawn.

Just a casual, everyday performance. Nothing special.

He was quite pleased with himself for overcoming his infant instincts. What he didn’t know was that while Xiang Yuyan was pressing down on his wound, his dad and mom instantly exchanged a heavily concerned look.

Our son is definitely not normal!

Gu Congjue was too well-behaved, too obedient, and too calm. Most of the time, he didn’t act like a child at all. Normal kids would have screamed bloody murder at the sight of a needle, but this kid hadn’t even let out a whimper.

A medical checkup was absolutely imperative now. Even if there wasn’t a problem with his vocal cords, something else had to be wrong.

“Thank you, nurse. We don’t need to stay for observation, right? Then we’ll head next door for his examination. Thanks so much.”

Xiang Yuyan smiled politely, then gestured for Gu Pingyue to grab the bags and follow.

“Hurry, hurry, we need to explain what just happened to the doctor. I told you, our son is definitely different from regular kids!”

Xiang Yuyan whispered the last part, but Gu Congjue’s sharp ears caught it anyway.

The groggy, half-asleep baby jolted awake. He raised his head, staring at his “mother” in confusion. “Da da da?”

He wanted to ask, “What’s going on?” but his underdeveloped vocal tract betrayed him, turning his question into pure baby gibberish.

Gu Pingyue felt a bit guilty, so he spoke in a soft, placating tone. “Be a good boy, Congcong. Mommy and Daddy booked a checkup for you. It won’t hurt, it’ll be over in a jiffy! Just let the doctor check your vocal cords, and when we get home, Daddy will reward you with a pouch of fruit puree, okay?”

The moment he understood the explanation, Gu Congjue’s eyes widened into dinner plates. He twisted around, burying himself back into Xiang Yuyan’s embrace, using every ounce of his tiny body and physical strength to broadcast a message of absolute resistance: No! Absolutely not!

“It’ll be really quick, just a routine check.” In the blink of an eye, they were already inside the examination room. Xiang Yuyan sat down with the squirming baby, trying to coax him. “Don’t be scared, don’t be scared. It definitely won’t hurt.”

Gu Congjue kept his face buried, tightly clutching the fabric of Xiang Yuyan’s shirt, refusing to cooperate.

He knew it wouldn’t hurt. If he wasn’t afraid of a needle, why would he be afraid of a standard exam?

What he actually feared were the cold, metallic medical instruments gleaming in the room.

Because he had been freezing and starving in his past life, he had developed an intense, deep-seated psychological trauma toward being cold or hungry in this new life. The Gu couple took exceptional care of him, ensuring he was never cold or hungry, which actually caused him to forget what coldness felt like. Walking into this clinical, freezing room instantly triggered his fight-or-flight response.

“Wooo… wooo…” The six-month-old baby whimpered softly against his mother’s chest.

This was arguably the first time since his reincarnation that he had shown genuine, clear vulnerability and dependence toward his parents.

Unlike the vaccination room, which was packed with families, this examination room was quiet and sterile. There was only one male doctor and two assistants. Within seconds of sitting down, Xiang Yuyan was supposed to hand him over to these strangers.

“It’s okay, baby. They’re just going to use that bright little light to look inside your mouth, and then take a few black-and-white ‘photos’ of you.” Seeing how intensely his son was resisting, Xiang Yuyan hesitated, pulling him back into a protective embrace to comfort him.

Only in these moments of genuine panic and raw emotion did Xiang Yuyan naturally call him “baby.” On a regular day, he usually opted for affectionate insults like “little deadweight” or “little mute.”

Gu Congjue didn’t notice the slip in terminology. He was too consumed by his dread of the medical equipment, his mind screaming a repetitive chant: Don’t want the exam, don’t want the exam, don’t want the exam.

First, he hated it psychologically. Second, he wasn’t sick at all; he was perfectly healthy. The only issue was that he had a fully mature adult consciousness trapped in an infant body, making it impossible to articulate actual words yet.

And third: he was a reincarnated soul. His body might actually show something anomalous on a scan.

While he didn’t view them with traditional filial piety just yet, this chaotic, silly couple treated him incredibly well and provided an affluent lifestyle. He was terrified of them finding out he was “different.”

What if they realized the truth? Would Gu Pingyue and Xiang Yuyan be horrified?

The son they loved and doted on was actually an eighteen-year-old soul with a fully functioning adult consciousness. Any normal parent would probably find that deeply unsettling, if not outright terrifying.

“Ba… Baba…”

Desperate to avoid the examination, Gu Congjue actually managed to force out sounds that closely resembled “Papa” and “Mama.”

“Mama, Baba, da, da da!”

What he was trying to say was, “Can we please skip the exam? I’m not actually sick.” But since his words were automatically processed through a baby filter, he had to make do with babble.

As it turned out, the babble worked perfectly. The couple, who had been desperately waiting for their son to speak, translated the baby noises flawlessly into “Papa” and “Mama”!

“Hubby, hubby! Our son just called me!” Xiang Yuyan slapped Gu Pingyue’s arm in a frenzy of excitement. “Did you hear that? He called you too! Oh my god, his voice is so beautiful! Quick, get the camera, record this right now!”

Xiang Yuyan’s voice cracked, on the verge of tears.

“I’m recording, I’m recording! I forgot to hit stop earlier!” The usually stoic Gu Pingyue was a frantic mess, checking the viewfinder before letting out a massive sigh of relief. “Thank goodness, it captured everything! This is the most precious moment ever…the very first time he called us. Of course it sounds beautiful! Our boy is amazing. Can you say it one more time? Daddy and Mommy want to hear it again.”

The two parents stared at Gu Congjue with bated breath, wide-eyed with anticipation, waiting for a second round of “Papa” and “Mama.”

Gu Congjue, now the center of overwhelming expectations, was utterly baffled. He really couldn’t comprehend why a few accidental baby noises could reduce two grown adults to tears.

…Is it really that big of a deal?

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