Yet, Shen Chuanqiong still couldn’t understand—what exactly had triggered Guaibao? None of that even happened, right?

Fu Zhiyuan’s emotions were churning, his expression unreadable.

Before re-entering the hospital room, Shen Chuanqiong composed himself, concealing his sadness behind a cheerful smile.

Cough cough. “Guaibao, let me introduce myself. I’m your brother, Shen Chuanqiong.”

Shen Chuanqiong? Wasn’t that the brother of the cannon fodder white moonlight from the novel he read last night?

Wait—could he have transmigrated?

The thought shocked Shen Nanxing so much that he muttered “What the—?!” several times before pointing at Shen Chuanqiong and asking in disbelief, “You’re Shen Chuanqiong? My brother?”

Shen Chuanqiong nodded. “Yes, your real brother.”

Suddenly, Shen Nanxing felt like his life had lost all meaning. With a lifeless expression, he asked, “Then… who am I? Shen Nanxing? My dad is Shen Panshan? My mom is Jian Mei?”

Shen Chuanqiong’s eyes lit up. “Guaibao, you remember everything! That’s wonderful!”

He had thought Guaibao had truly forgotten all of them, but clearly, he hadn’t.

Shen Nanxing gave an awkward smile and thought to himself, ‘How could I forget? It’s a basic rule when reading novels—if you come across a character with your name, you’d better memorize the plot thoroughly. You never know when you might transmigrate.’

Although he hadn’t wanted to transmigrate, he was starting to believe he really had. Worse, he had become a doomed cannon fodder character!

So unfair! All I did was read a novel and curse a few people—was that enough for the universe to punish me like this?!

Wait.

A hospital? A heart attack?

Wasn’t this the part where the original character caught the main couple cheating and then died of a heart attack? Had he really taken over the original’s body, continuing his life from where it ended?

No way! That means I’m still engaged to that scumbag?!

To verify his theory, Shen Nanxing casually asked, “Where’s Fu Chengyu? Isn’t he my fiancé? Why hasn’t he come to see me?”

He better not show up, or I’ll make sure someone beats him up.

Upon hearing this, Fu Zhiyuan’s expression darkened, his eyes filled with jealousy and unwillingness.

Why does Fu Chengyu deserve to be remembered by Xingbao? He doesn’t.

Yet, there was nothing he could do—he had to suppress his jealousy for fear of upsetting Shen Nanxing further. This was the most frustrating day of his life.

Shen Chuanqiong chuckled softly and patted Shen Nanxing’s head affectionately, like always. “Guaibao, why are you even bringing up that idiot? Your engagement was called off ages ago!”

What?

This… doesn’t match the plot!

Afraid of exposing himself by asking too many questions, Shen Nanxing forced a smile. “Oh? That’s great news then.”

But deep down, he felt a bit disappointed. Sigh, I was hoping to beat up that scumbag…

Shen Chuanqiong glanced at the time. “Dad and Mom should be arriving soon. Guaibao, you should rest while I go meet them.”

“Alright.”

After sleeping the entire night, Shen Nanxing felt wide awake. His gaze unconsciously drifted to Fu Zhiyuan, who was still silently sulking with a gloomy aura.

“Um… aren’t you leaving?”

Since he didn’t know the man’s name, that was the only way he could address him.

A flicker of sadness crossed Fu Zhiyuan’s face, but he quickly replaced it with a gentle smile. “Xingbao, you used to call me Zhiyuan-gege.”

Shen Nanxing rolled his eyes. Is he trying to fool me? Please, I’ve memorized the entire novel. There’s no ‘Zhiyuan-gege’ around the original character.

“Really? Well, I could say you used to call me Dad too—would you believe that?”

Unexpectedly, Fu Zhiyuan nodded with a straight face. “Of course. After all, you’re my little ancestor.”

Shen Nanxing shuddered with disgust. “Ugh! Gross! Get lost already!”

Fu Zhiyuan gave a helpless smile but shamelessly added, “Leaving isn’t an option—unless it’s straight into your arms.”

Shen Nanxing scoffed coldly. “Keep dreaming.”

What kind of person is this? On the surface, he looks all proper and respectable, but deep down, he just wants to take advantage of me!

Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want! Hmph!

Fu Zhiyuan watched Shen Nanxing’s flustered, indignant reaction, yet his gaze only grew darker and more intense. What do I do? This kind of Xingbao makes me fall for him even more.

Seeing Fu Zhiyuan’s increasingly creepy smile, Shen Nanxing’s internal alarms went off. He quickly pulled the blanket up to cover himself, leaving only his head exposed.

“I’m warning you—stay away from me! Don’t come any closer, or I’ll scream!”

Fu Zhiyuan smiled indulgently, the corners of his lips curling as he said, “Go ahead and scream. Let everyone know you’re involved with me.”

As he spoke, he even extended his arms as if he were about to hug Shen Nanxing.

In a panic, Shen Nanxing completely hid under the blanket, muffling his voice as he cursed, “You pervert! Stay away from me!”

Fu Zhiyuan didn’t stop, and with barely any effort, he pulled the blanket down, “rescuing” Shen Nanxing’s head from its hiding spot.

“Aren’t you feeling stuffy under there, dummy?”

Shen Nanxing, his cheeks flushed from being under the blanket too long, glared at him with his round, almond-shaped eyes filled with anger.

“This is all your fault!”

If he hadn’t made those scary moves and said such perverse things, would he be in this situation? If not for worrying about his heart condition, he’d have jumped out of bed and kicked this pervert out already.

Ugh, even after transmigrating, I can’t escape my heart disease.

Taking advantage of the moment, Fu Zhiyuan gently patted Shen Nanxing’s head and coaxed softly, “Alright, alright. My fault, all my fault.”

Shen Nanxing slapped his hand away. “Stop touching my head! Do you think a man’s head is something you can just touch so casually?!”

As they bickered, Father Shen and Mother Shen arrived.

On the way to the hospital room, Shen Chuanqiong had already explained the situation about Shen Nanxing’s memory issues to their parents, urging them not to get too emotional or upset when they saw him. Most importantly, they couldn’t do anything that might further agitate Shen Nanxing.

The moment Mother Shen entered, she raised a food container in her hand, her face full of maternal affection.

“Guaibao, guess what delicious food Mom brought for you today?”

Without even thinking, Shen Nanxing blurted out, “Sweet and sour pork ribs.”

The words left his mouth, and he froze.

Wait… why was I so sure it was sweet and sour pork ribs?

Mother Shen also paused in surprise for a moment before thinking, Guaibao seems just fine!

Sensing their silence, Shen Nanxing hesitated. “Did I guess wrong…?”

Fortunately, Mother Shen quickly recovered, beaming with joy. “No, you’re absolutely right! It is sweet and sour pork ribs!”

As she lifted the lid of the container, the rich aroma of the meat filled the entire room.

Shen Nanxing’s eyes sparkled as he stared at the food—everything inside was his favorite. So good… so good…

After finishing his meal, Shen Nanxing lay back on the hospital bed, feeling bored. His craving for novels was kicking in again.