When My Arch-Enemy Became Possessive - Chapter 2

By the time Sheng Zhiyu endured a body full of discomfort and returned to the Quick Transmigration Bureau, it was already close to eleven o’clock.

Just as he stepped into the headquarters’ elevator, a title bloomed magnificently on the display screen to the right:

Quick Transmigration Bureau Pure Love Department, Period 379 Performance Champion: White Moonlight Group, Sheng Zhiyu.

The full name of his workplace was the “Three Thousand Worlds Quick Transmigration Bureau,” a supernatural agency existing within the modern world.

Sheng Zhiyu had been captured by the “Three Thousand Worlds” recruitment engine during a car accident at age 21. Given the choice between “accepting reality and dying a gruesome death” or “working like an ox for the Bureau,” he chose the latter.

After passing two entry assessments and a newcomer internship, Sheng Zhiyu began his professional career at the top of the performance rankings.

The Bureau had seen high-performing employees before, but he was the first to be both hyper-competent and a total workaholic. To humble him slightly, the higher-ups decided to consolidate the performance rankings across all departments, intending to use the champion of another group to suppress him.

As it turned out, once the rankings were merged, Sheng Zhiyu’s performance wasn’t just the best in his group. It was miles ahead of the entire Pure Love Department.

Among thousands of employees, only Qi Fan from the Scumbag Department could go toe-to-toe with him.

Sheng Zhiyu watched the screen with a calm face. Unsurprisingly, after the PPT slide transition, another “Overall Champion” appeared.

Scumbag Group, Qi Fan.

Whichever “genius” organized this presentation had even gone out of their way to add their employee photos on the third page.

…Since they both joined “after death,” all employee headshots were in black and white.

Beneath the gaudy, festive borders sat two black-and-white faces, looking exactly like a “Ghost Marriage” portrait for the pair.

Thinking of last night and this morning, Sheng Zhiyu clenched his jaw and exited the elevator with a face cold enough to freeze the Arctic.

Yet, the more he tried to avoid it, the name “Qi Fan” seemed like a pervasive virus, clinging to him relentlessly.

As soon as he pushed open his office door, he heard someone sigh: “No wonder Qi Fan can fight our Workaholic King to the death. He plays so wild in private. Is it any wonder he’s like a fish in water within the mission worlds?”

Workplace gossip always drew attention, and someone quickly chimed in: “You also heard about him playing with a ‘Little Young Master’ last night?”

The person sitting in the middle rubbed his neck: “I heard. That ‘Little Young Master’ had a thin waist, long legs, and was incredibly soft and clingy. A total top-tier find. No idea where he found him…”

Before he could finish, his chair was jerked backward.

He turned around in a daze and was startled by Sheng Zhiyu’s gloomy expression. Several people chatting nearby were instantly silenced, quiet as mice.

Sheng Zhiyu stared at him fixedly and said softly, “Lin Weiyu, come out.”

Leaving those words behind, he turned and left the office.

“…Scared the life out of me,” one person whispered. “Coming in late and still so composed, only him.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Lin Weiyu lightly smacked the back of his head: “Cut the crap.”

Lin Weiyu found Sheng Zhiyu by the hallway window. Having been partners for two years, Lin Weiyu knew his moods inside out and could tell at a glance that he was currently in a foul mood.

“What is it, my ancestor? Is it because I interrupted you ‘training your dog’ this morning that you’re planning to train me now?” Lin Weiyu coughed, feigning bashfulness. “Right here? Isn’t that a bit inappropriate? We have work to do later.”

Sheng Zhiyu lifted his eyelids: “I’m the one who’s late; are you the one who hasn’t woken up?”

Lin Weiyu gave a disappointed “Oh.” “Then why did you call me out alone?”

“Last night…”

Inexplicable images flashed in his mind. Sheng Zhiyu subtly buried his face further into his scarf. “When did everyone leave?”

“Around two or three in the morning.” Speaking of this, Lin Weiyu’s tone turned slightly complaining. “You, after finally showing up to an event like that, what was the point of leaving quietly without even telling me?”

…It seemed he was unaware of Sheng Zhiyu’s whereabouts last night.

Sheng Zhiyu pondered for a moment, then acted casual: “What were you all just talking about?”

“Who else? That peerless scumbag of our Bureau.” Lin Weiyu looked disgusted. “Someone caught him last night holding a ‘Little Young Master’ and messing around in the restroom.”

“He really knows how to play. He lured that ‘Little Young Master’ into clinging to him for kisses and hugs, while Qi Fan played hard to get, saying something about not taking advantage of someone who isn’t conscious.”

Sheng Zhiyu’s heart skipped a beat. “Did they see his face?”

“The ‘Little Young Master’s’ face? No. I heard Qi Fan wrapped him in a coat, hiding him completely.”

No face was seen.

The heavy stone in Sheng Zhiyu’s heart suddenly lifted. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he turned back to find Lin Weiyu wearing a gossiping grin.

“Why are you suddenly interested in Qi Fan’s business?” Lin Weiyu squinted, his gaze scrutinizing. “Could it be…”

Sheng Zhiyu’s nerves tightened. Just as he was about to find an excuse to brush it off, Lin Weiyu said, “Could it be that you saw who he was holding?”

“…”

Sheng Zhiyu turned and walked toward his office. “Starting work.”

“Starting work?” Lin Weiyu was stunned. “We’re right in the middle of gossip! What’s the fun in starting work? You…”

Sheng Zhiyu looked straight ahead: “The rival group leader spends his nights in luxury and still takes first place. I don’t have time to gossip about him.”

His tone didn’t sound like a joke, so Lin Weiyu had to drop the playfulness. “Fine. Looks like he triggered your workaholic passive. Grind, grind, grind. You’re a heartless pencil sharpener, and I’m the little pencil being ground down.”

The labor division in the Bureau was simple: one person entered the world as a “Character,” while the other acted as the “System” providing support.

Every pair had their own workstation, equipped with a mission pod connected to the world and a terminal system.

After verifying his iris lock, Sheng Zhiyu entered the mission pod and asked, “Another modern world?”

“Yes.” Lin Weiyu sat before the terminal, comparing data line by line. “Standard safety scan before entry.”

This scan was like airport security, meant to exclude basic contraband. Veterans of the Bureau rarely made mistakes here.

But today, a rapid alarm blared.

“Huh?” Lin Weiyu didn’t take it seriously, looking down at the operating system. “Brother Yu, are you carrying something on you?”

“No…”

As soon as Sheng Zhiyu spoke, his hand brushed against a hard object near the edge of his left sleeve.

It was a peacock-green pearl cufflink. Under the bright lights of the mission pod, its luster shifted beautifully, like a cat’s eye.

This wasn’t his.

…Qi Fan?!

The alarm kept ringing. Lin Weiyu had to peer out from behind the control terminal, and only then did he notice something was off. “Eh? Those clothes you’re wearing, aren’t they the ones you wore last night—”

He meant to ask casually, but he was met with a glare from Sheng Zhiyu so dark it could kill. Lin Weiyu’s hand shook in fright.

Then, he accidentally clicked the large “Confirm Transfer” button on the terminal.

Watching the man disappear into digital data, Lin Weiyu’s face went white. “I’m dead!”

According to the normal procedure, Sheng Zhiyu was supposed to synchronize his identity after the security check before being transferred.

If one link fails, they all fail.

Sheng Zhiyu had entered the mission world with contraband and in his own physical body.

When the dizziness and darkness subsided, Sheng Zhiyu slowly opened his eyes.

“Sir, would you like a meal?” A beautiful flight attendant leaned over to ask, waiting patiently for his answer.

“…No, thank you,” Sheng Zhiyu said, his voice slightly hoarse. He looked out the window at the sky from thousands of feet up.

His hair, appearance, and clothes hadn’t changed. Even that pearl cufflink was still attached to his sleeve.

Then, he heard Lin Weiyu crying and apologizing in his mind: 【Xiao Yu, I’m sorry…】

Once inside a mission, one is absolutely not allowed to leave without a special reason. Sheng Zhiyu would have to use his own body until the mission ended.

He lowered his eyes and unfastened the pearl cufflink, holding it in his palm.

[It’s fine. Send me the target information and the plot for this mission.]

Lin Weiyu moved quickly. A title for a melodramatic novel soon appeared in Sheng Zhiyu’s mind: The Late Boat.

Unlike its elegant name, the content was very old-school melodrama.

The male lead (Gong) was a crown prince of the imperial circle. He was obsessed with his “White Moonlight” who had gone abroad, but he was also a natural playboy who couldn’t keep it in his pants. After a long search, he finally found a “Substitute” (Shou).

Just as they were developing feelings after some back-and-forth, the White Moonlight—”Sheng Zhiyu”—returned to the country. The male lead’s bad-influence friends deliberately arranged for them to be at the same dinner party.

What followed was the classic “he flees, he pursues,” full of physical and emotional torment.

Sheng Zhiyu accepted the identity settings of the world and frowned slightly.

The “White Moonlight” persona was weak and considerate. On the surface, he was well-bred and non-competitive, never even raising his voice in front of the male lead. However, his presence was incredibly obstructive.

Whenever the lead couple’s relationship had a breakthrough, the White Moonlight would always have some “minor accident” to make the male lead rush to his side, thus hindering their progress.

When the plane landed, Sheng Zhiyu stood by the roadside according to the plot, waiting for the male lead’s “Best Friend” to pick him up.

This “Best Friend” was also a piece of work. He looked down on the substitute’s background, hated seeing his brother, the male lead—acting subservient, and basically hated everything. Despite having his own messy life, he loved creating trouble for the main couple.

【Wait, I was wrong. The “Best Friend” doesn’t just mess with the main couple. He’s also the ex-boyfriend of the secondary couple’s Shou. The secondary couple is a “Change-the-Gong” storyline. 】

Sheng Zhiyu: “…”

As expected of a melodrama; even a passing ant has a romance arc.

【Xiao Yu, even though this plot is ridiculous, please fix your expression. You are a White Moonlight, after all. Looking like you’re full of murderous intent isn’t a good look.】

Sheng Zhiyu gave a casual grunt of acknowledgement.

His dark expression wasn’t because of the plot, but because of the cufflink in his hand.

He hadn’t encountered a single trash can since leaving the airport, so he had nowhere to throw it.

This thing was in his hand, and as long as it was there, it gave him no peace of mind.

Sheng Zhiyu had heard that some scumbags had a habit of “stamp collecting”—gathering an intimate item from a bed partner as a trophy to show off their “wide experience.”

But he had never heard of someone putting their own item on another person.

What, was he trying to use such a vulgar method to tell Sheng Zhiyu that not only was he “collected,” but he had also delivered himself to the door?

As expected of Qi Fan—he really knew how to be disgusting.

Just as Sheng Zhiyu’s mood hit rock bottom, a whistle came from behind him.

Frivolous, casual, and unabashedly overbearing.

“You’re Ah Zhou’s childhood friend, right? I’m here to pick you up.”

Ah Zhou referred to Gu Wangzhou, the male lead’s name.

The “Best Friend” had arrived.

Sheng Zhiyu quickly entered character. His eyes drooped slightly, projecting about thirty percent of the softness suitable for a White Moonlight.

A silver Bentley pulled up in front of him, and the window rolled down slowly.

A pair of upturned phoenix eyes were reflected in the light. Pale, thin lips quirked up, radiating an indescribable aura of languid laziness.

Staring at this face, Sheng Zhiyu took three deep breaths and asked: [What is the name of the troublemaking “Best Friend” in the plot?]

Lin Weiyu looked at the name on the screen and remained silent for three seconds.

【Do you think the name “Qi Fan” is common?】