Transmigrated as the Paranoid Protagonist's Pregnant Beauty - Chapter 1

It hurts so much. This was Zou Beiqi’s first feeling after opening his eyes. His back ached and his legs hurt, as if his body had run out of battery and was in an extremely exhausted state.

He managed to sit up straight on the other side of the hotel bed, threw a coat over his shoulders, and looked helplessly and despairingly at the man who was still fast asleep.

Zou Beiqi did not belong to this world to begin with. He had originally been dozing off in his Marxism class when the classmate sitting next to him suddenly burst out laughing, leaning back and forth, and handed him a mobile phone.

He took it and looked, discovering that the screen displayed the pages of a novel. Since he had nothing better to do, he patiently began reading this BL mpreg novel. Once he opened it, he discovered that he shared the exact same name as a poor, petty villain in the story who tried everything he could for money to marry into the protagonist gong’s wealthy family.

Because of this, the villain lied about being a subordinate of a certain young master, sneaked into the banquet hall of the upper class, and learned that the protagonist gong’s drink had been drugged. Taking advantage of the protagonist gong being unconscious, he carried the man to a hotel room and pretended that they had spent the entire night together in intimacy.

Later, when the villain learned that the protagonist gong was deeply in love with the protagonist shou, he devised a scheme to frame this human threat, faking a pregnancy to demand that the protagonist gong marry him. Unfortunately, the protagonist gong saw through his deceit and ultimately used a scheme to cause the villain’s family to be ruined, living happily ever after with the protagonist shou.

As expected of a fictional world, Zou Beiqi thought. Men having babies with men, and the world still considering it the norm. Seeing this kind of worldview for the first time, he found it both novel and difficult to accept.

If this were the real world, Zou Beiqi reckoned he would have a breakdown. After all, in his eyes, it was simply too bizarre.

And this villain was also a complete idiot. Whether it was that night or the pregnancy, how could one fake such things? Wouldn’t a medical checkup expose everything?

The man beside him had not yet woken up.

Zou Beiqi fished a card holder out of his coat pocket and pulled out his identity card. Name: Zou Beiqi. Home address: Street Number XX, Livan City.

Whether it was his name or his home address, everything was telling him that he had transmigrated into the novel he had been reading during his Marxism class, a novel with a worldview he found unacceptable, and had become the idiot villain he had just been ruthlessly roasting.

If he guessed correctly, this current situation should be right after the villain sneaked into the banquet and pretended to spend the night with the protagonist gong, Heng Shi.

He had not yet framed the protagonist shou, nor had he faked a pregnancy; he still had a chance to change his ending.

As long as he did not use this incident to wedge himself between the love of the protagonist gong and shou, he should be able to pass through safely.

He hurriedly got out of bed and slipped his remaining clothes back on. Just as he put on his square-rimmed glasses and prepared to open the hotel door and leave quietly, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him:

“Stop right there.”

Zou Beiqi felt a sense of foreboding, but still forced himself to calm down and turn around: “This was just an accident.”

“An accident?” Heng Shi sneered. “Whether it was an accident, you know best in your heart.”

Zou Beiqi thought to himself that given the intelligence Heng Shi was currently displaying, it seemed that in the original book, the protagonist gong had already seen right through the villain’s tricks at this very moment.

Things having reached this point, saying anything about having no ulterior motives sounded completely devoid of credibility. Zou Beiqi stood frozen in place, thinking rapidly for a moment, and stubbornly squeezed out this sentence: “Seeing that you are handsome, isn’t it fine if I just wanted to sleep with you?”

Heng Shi was clearly amused.

“That is enough. I have a meeting to attend. In a few days, I will have my assistant contact you.”

Zou Beiqi’s hand was still resting on the doorknob. Seeing that Heng Shi was fully dressed and groomed, he gave it a gentle twist and opened the door. As he brushed past him, Heng Shi paused his steps and spoke in a volume only the two of them could hear: “Before then, you had better not stir up trouble. Otherwise, at worst we will both go down together, and I have ways to make you die a very ugly death.”

He was left entirely alone by the doorway in an instant.

Goosebumps involuntarily rose on his back, and Zou Beiqi took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

According to the contents of the novel Zou Beiqi had read, his home address did not match the one on his identity card. The address on his ID was his parents’ residence, whereas he had moved out to live alone ever since he started working.

He still remembered the address mentioned a few times in the book, so he hailed a ride-hailing car and successfully opened the door using the key in his trouser pocket. The apartment Zou Beiqi rented was pitifully small, but at least it was reasonably tidy.

The only bedroom had no lock. He pushed open the door and accidentally caught sight of his reflection in the full-length mirror, causing him to freeze slightly.

Although it felt a bit subtle for such words to come from his own mouth, he still could not help exclaiming: “This face is a bit too exaggerated.”

In reality, he had thought the exact same thing when he saw his ID photo. It had no flaws and was exquisite to the point of being absurd.

Most likely, this was just the world of a novel.

Perhaps because the weather was hot, Zou Beiqi always felt a sticky sensation on his body, so he instinctively wandered into the bathroom intending to take a shower. The moment he took off his shirt, he noticed a red bite mark on his collarbone, which he probably had not noticed earlier because he was walking in a hurry.

Could it have been painted on to make the disguise look convincing? Thinking this, Zou Beiqi turned on the showerhead and poured water over it incessantly, but the color showed not the slightest sign of fading.

What kind of paint quality was this good? It would not even wash off?

Whatever. Men were already getting pregnant in this book; what was so abnormal about paint not washing off?

After drying his body and throwing a robe over himself as he walked out of the bathroom, Zou Beiqi tried searching for the name Heng Shi on his phone. Just as described in the novel, Heng Shi was a pharmacist. Even during his undergraduate years, he had already achieved modest success in the fields of new drug research and preparation, having published papers in core journals. Recently, he had drawn widespread attention for taking over a high-incidence disease specialized drug project left behind by his seniors at Yanxin Pharmaceuticals.

Aside from that, he also found recent news reports. This specialized drug, developed under Heng Shi’s leadership, was currently seeking cooperation with major enterprises and had already reached an agreement with the city hospital, allowing clinical trials of the new drug to be conducted there.

Connecting this to what Heng Shi had said to him in the hotel room warning him not to stir up trouble, it was perhaps related to the project the other party was currently investing his efforts into. Although personal character and pharmaceutical research did not have a direct connection, if Zou Beiqi wanted to use this incident to attack Heng Shi, especially considering the positive public image of a corporate conscience dedicated to the people that Yanxin Pharmaceuticals had established as a well-known enterprise, it might indeed have an impact on the pharmacist gentleman’s career.

Zou Beiqi’s conjecture was verified the very next day. First, he received a phone call from someone claiming to be Mr. Heng Shi’s assistant, asking when Zou Beiqi would be free today so they could find a place to chat for a bit.

Thus, the assistant sitting in the restaurant looked across at Zou Beiqi and spoke: “Hello, Mr. Zou.”

“Hello.” Zou Beiqi remembered this character; his name was Yan Ze, and he primarily handled daily living affairs for Heng Shi. Yan Ze did not waste words, directly spreading a document out in front of Zou Beiqi.

Yan Ze briefly introduced the contents of the agreement: the condition offered by Heng Shi was a sum of compensation sufficient to cover subsequent medical treatments for Zou Beiqi’s father. The requirement was that Zou Beiqi must keep confidential what happened that night and could not pester Heng Shi because of it.

Hearing Yan Ze bring up his father, Zou Beiqi finally remembered his family members within the book. Unlike himself in reality, the Zou Beiqi in the book had both parents living, except that his father suffered from a severe illness and spent day in and day out confined to a hospital bed.

It seemed Heng Shi had specifically instructed Yan Ze to investigate him.

Zou Beiqi did not give it excessive thought, agreed to the other party’s terms, and signed the agreement. If unnecessary, he had very little desire to get tangled up in any relationship with Heng Shi.

As for Zou Beiqi’s parents, the book did not spend too much ink on them. He went to the bank to check his account balance; as expected of someone who worked diligently by Heng Shi’s side, efficiency was high, and the funds had already arrived.

He could not be bothered to count the zeros at the end; at a single glance, it was clearly a substantial amount.

The hospital was not far from the bank, only two stops away by subway. Zou Beiqi walked into his father’s hospital room and saw that the person on the bed was skin and bones, lacking a shred of spirit on his face, with several tubes connected to his body, making it practically unbearable for him to look closely.

His mother was sitting by the head of the bed. Seeing Zou Beiqi walk over, she immediately forced a smile: “Qiqi is here? How have you been lately? I heard you mention before that you are about to get promoted and get a huge sum of money. Is that true?”

“Mm, it is true.”

“That is great then. Life for our family is definitely going to get better and better. When we get back, Mom will make you something delicious, and your dad will be happy when he hears it too. Though he is a bit tired right now, he is asleep.” His mother grabbed Zou Beiqi’s hand, her palm warm. “You do not need to worry about things here; I will take good care of your dad. Just focus on your work.”

“Mm…” Zou Beiqi could not help feeling a stir in his heart. His own mother had passed away in a car accident, and he had been raised by his father since childhood. Facing the woman’s kind and gentle face, he could not help curving the corners of his own lips upwards, returning the smile: “Don’t worry, Mom, Dad will get better.”

“By then, our family of three can go eat Western food again. The Western food in Livan City is delicious, though it is a pity neither your dad nor I really understand it and we would make fools of ourselves.”

“It is fine, as long as you eat happily. What other people think is their own business.”

Although it was only his first time meeting these parents, Zou Beiqi could not help being moved by them, a reluctance to let them down welling up in his heart.

He looked at the patient on the bed. Could he really be cured? He did not know.

Zou Beiqi glanced at his phone. It was almost time for a meal, so he decided to go get some food for his family.

He pushed open the hospital room door, and before walking very far, he realized he had lost his bearings among the corridors, forcing him to ask a passerby for directions.

“Hello, sir.” Zou Beiqi did not look closely at the newcomer’s appearance, casually grabbing whoever was closest and blurting out a greeting.

“It is you.” Heng Shi’s expression was stern. “What? Not long after signing the agreement, you want to go back on your word?”

“…… Not. I just wanted to ask how to find the exit.” Zou Beiqi instinctively felt a wave of awkwardness. With thousands of people coming and going in a hospital, how did he manage to bump into Heng Shi of all people?

“With so many people passing by, why did you happen to find me? You expect me to believe that someone whose motives were impure to begin with has no ulterior designs? Do you think that is persuasive?”

“……” To be honest, that is a question I would love to ask myself, Mr. Heng. Zou Beiqi said, “Believe it or not, I took the money, and I have no interest in getting tangled up with you in any way ever again.”

“Originally I had no interest either, but things in this world are just that wonderful, Mr. Zou.” Heng Shi reached out and grabbed the wrist of Zou Beiqi, who was about to turn and leave. “I will give you one more chance to make a request of me. I suppose you won’t easily refuse, right?”

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