Chapter 4

Yan Zhao calmly said, “Desensitization therapy, you know? No matter how frightening, Wang Zai won’t devour anyone. Just grit my teeth, close my eyes, and it’ll pass.”

Shen Yuanting nonchalantly responded, “Desensitization? In the rain? Searching for a cat and ending up with a fever yourself?”

— Can you just assume my brain got struck by lightning, and I’ll die if I don’t rescue small animals?!

Yan Zhao thought about the character of the original body and pretended to be angry, “Do you think I want to? This is all for whose sake? By the way, you owe me a favor, how do you plan to repay it?”

It seems unreasonable for a person who is afraid of cats to take the initiative to find cats. But what if he has other motives? In the face of immediate benefits, fear is hardly worth mentioning compared to greed.

Moreover, he didn’t go after Wang Zai out of simple pity; raising BOSS Shen’s favorability was his primary goal.

Yan Zhao glanced at the cow patterned cat grooming itself and silently apologized.

As the bed sank slightly, Shen Yuanting sat on the edge, and said indifferently, “How do you want me to repay you?”

— I beg you, be a bit gentler with me when you blackening in the future. If you have to kill me, make it quick. Don’t resort to mental torture!

Yan Zhao recalled a passage from the book:

[A glossy hand forcefully thrust a gun into his mouth. The youth widened his eyes, his throat constricted and spasming, wanting to vomit out that object. However, how could he resist a man’s strength? He could only helplessly sense that cold and hard object gradually entering his mouth.

The man heartlessly chuckled, a hint of mockery in his smile, “Guess what will happen after I pull the trigger?”

The youth’s pupils shrank, his stomach acid rising. He felt that in the next moment, the bullet hidden in the chamber would shoot out along his throat, tearing him apart inside out.]

Yan Zhao: “……………………”

Yan Zhao cautiously replied, “I haven’t thought about it yet. Just remember it for now.”

Shen Yuanting nodded, “Alright.”

Yan Zhao retreated into bed with lingering fear, put on his headphones, and started playing a game. When it was over, he looked up and saw that Shen Yuanting was still there.

— President Shen, don’t you need to catch up on sleep?

He moved closer, turned his head, and from his position, he could perfectly see Shen Yuanting’s flawless profile.

The man’s eyelashes drooped, his gaze focused as he carefully examined the documents in his hands. He looked like a dedicated worker, nothing like the SJB^[1]SJB is an internet buzzword , a buzzword in fan circles, is the abbreviation of “psychopath”. devil from the novel!

Sensing the probing gaze from the side, Shen Yuanting turned his head, locking eyes with Yan Zhao, “What’s up?”

— Nothing, just admiring how handsome the protagonist’s white moonlight is.

Yan Zhao touched his flat stomach, making up an excuse, “I’m hungry.”

Shen Yuanting coldly replied, “Look at what’s beside you.”

Yan Zhao turned around, noticing that the water cup and the unfinished medicine on the bedside table were gone, replaced by an insulating lunchbox.

Opening the lid revealed white porridge and side dishes, a simple and light meal.

So Shen Yuanting had thought ahead and prepared food for him because he knew he would be hungry? What a considerate and domineering president!

He scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth, saying, “Thanks.”

Shen Yuanting silently watched him, his eyes like an endless sea.

Yan Zhao, still recovering. After eating, he felt a little sleepy and went to sleep again.

Seeing that his blanket wasn’t properly covered, exposing his neck to the breeze, Shen Yuanting furrowed his brows and fixed the blanket for him.

As he was about to leave, the phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated, and the screen lit up.

…

After a good nap, Yan Zhao felt much better.

He checked the time on his phone; it was already in the afternoon.

Before he could think about how to spend his day off, his attention was drawn to a message.

It was a transfer notification, indicating that a substantial amount of money had been deposited into his account.

Who that “someone” was, whether it’s called Tie Niu or Wang Xiaoming, didn’t matter. What truly mattered was the person behind them—

Han Yuxuan, the main Gong in the original work!

In the previous text, it was mentioned that the original body (presumably) had successfully hooked up with Han Yuxuan. However, as the true love of Ning Yunfan, Han Yuxuan couldn’t possibly have any genuine feelings for the original body^[2]The original body is the body that possessed by Yan Zhao. In dog blood novels, once the protagonist appears, who would want to share their affections left and right? Seriously, get real! Except for the protagonist, everyone else is just a side character!

Han Yuxuan got involved with the original body because he thought Ning Yunfan didn’t care about him—despite already having this eight-nation mixed-race stud, why was his heart still lingering on Shen Yuanting? So, he decided to pretend to fall in love with the original body, making the protagonist experience the pain of being abandoned and discover his true feelings!

Childish, absurd, melodramatic, hard to put into words—yes, but authors can come up with all sorts of bizarre plot twists to drive the story forward!

Meanwhile, during the deception by Han Yuxuan, the original body, in an attempt to prove sincerity, stole company data from Shen Yuanting and handed it over to Han Yuxuan. In this battle of equally matched enterprises, information played a crucial role. After the data leak, Shen’s business suffered a severe blow, leading to Shen Yuanting being impeached by the board of directors, suspended from work, going from a domineering president to an unemployed wanderer.

This move not only solidified his unwavering main Gong status but also dealt a blow to the rival’s career—a double-edged sword!

The one million Han Yuxuan transferred today serves as a signal, indicating that the theft went smoothly. Once he topples the opponent’s tower, he’ll transfer the remaining money into the original body’s account. After embezzling funds from the original person, he’ll frame him for misappropriation of property.

Recalling the documents Shen Yuanting examined this morning, the title on the cover seems to be related to this matter…

Yan Zhao: “…”

Damn, could this be any more coincidental?

He hastily slipped on his slippers and searched for Shen Yuanting. After failing to find him, he dialed Shen Yuanting’s number. This time, it wasn’t the usual switched-off prompt, but an endless ringing—did Shen Yuanting really block him last night?!

*

As an African chief^[3]African chief, an internet buzzword , refers to a person who is particularly unlucky, or African chief for short. Because when you have bad luck or something unsatisfactory happens, your face will … Continue reading, known for getting caught every time he indulges in high-calorie snacks, avoids scripted lines on variety shows, and stares blankly during entertainment programs, Yan Zhao deeply understands that he cannot harbor any illusions. When things go awry, they must be nipped in the bud to avoid future troubles.

…

“Sorry, without an appointment, I can’t let you upstairs,” the receptionist said in a businesslike manner.

As the president, Shen Yuanting, of course, couldn’t be met at will. During his busiest times, his scheduled appointments could be booked a year in advance, making life entirely devoid of novelty. But they are rich.

Clutching his scarf, Yan Zhao asked, “Could you make a call for me, please?”

“Well… alright, please wait a moment.” The young lady hesitated but still made an internal call. After informing the secretary of the situation, she apologized, “President Shen’s schedule is full lately, and the company has no intention of investing. Please leave.”

Was she mistaking him for an entrepreneur? Did his disguise work that well?

Yan Zhao sighed about his enduring charm, contemplating how his lines could pass for a business elite. He explained, “I’m not here for business. I’m Shen Yuanting’s… I am President Shen friend. I have something important to discuss with him. Could you please ask again?”

The young lady scrutinized him, a hint of suspicion in her eyes. This person, fully armed with hat, sunglasses, mask, and scarf, looked like a Siberian bear, giving off a dangerous vibe. The security guard had nearly prevented him from entering the building.

Another imposter! The receptionist’s attitude turned as cold as a winter’s day. “President Shen has many friends, especially male and female friends. We usually have three or four friends a day, but Mr. Shen doesn’t know any of them. Sorry.”

Listening to her cold tone, Yan Zhao quickly grasped the situation. His disguise was not a success – it was a major failure.

No, no, no, miss, he really wasn’t the type to stuff a pillow into his clothes, fall to the ground, and cry, “I’m carrying President Shen’s child!”

He sincerely hoped to convey this important message.

—

Yan Zhao clenched his back teeth and cautiously looked around, causing the receptionist to become alert, ready to call security at any moment.

“I was originally planning to sneak out quietly…” Yan Zhao said disappointedly as he took off his sunglasses and removed his mask.

After the receptionist saw his face, her eyes lit up instantly. She opened her mouth, then quickly covered it, suppressing the scream in her throat.

Yan Zhao was all too familiar with this reaction. He smiled and said, “I was just thinking, what would I do if you didn’t recognize me. But now it seems there’s no problem.”

The receptionist lowered her voice as if in a secret agent meeting, but her tone still trembled with excitement, “Zhao Zhao, I’m your fan!”

Yan Zhao softened his voice, and his long eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly, “Thank you for your support. I really have an urgent matter to discuss with President Shen. Can you help me?”

Isn’t this just acting cute? He had even played the role of a seductive vixen before, so playing a cute little puppy should be a piece of cake.

The receptionist nodded eagerly, “No problem, no problem!”

— fortunately she’s my fan. If she were my anti-fan, I would have been kicked out.

Just as Yan Zhao felt relieved, someone interrupted, “Oh, it’s you?”

Who the hell is it? Paparazzi, back off!

Yan Zhao quickly pulled up his scarf to cover his face. He turned his head cautiously and quickly recognized the person, “Director Sheng?”

Sheng Xin, a well-known director in China, is a struggling filmmaker in today’s film industry where claims of investing billions are common. Despite this, he still struggles to secure sponsorships and can only afford to make films with a budget of a few million or even just a few hundred thousand.

Of course, there’s a reason why he can’t secure sponsorships—his directing skills are widely recognized as poor. Despite having a super talented young male lead joining his films with outstanding acting skills, his movies only manage to receive a rating of 4.8. This has led to countless fans of the young male lead, Ying Hongyu, wanting to throw rotten tomatoes at Sheng Xin.

The receptionist respectfully greeted him as “Director Sheng,” and Sheng Xin nodded at her, flashing a charming smile. “Xiao Yun, you’re on duty today. I’m so lucky. Hey, did you change your hairstyle? It looks good.”

He looks like a smooth-talking and charming man in film, indeed.

After teasing the receptionist, Sheng Xin leaned against the front desk and looked Yan Zhao up and down. His smile was enchanting, making others feel as if they were basking in a spring breeze. However, Yan Zhao keenly sensed a hint of danger.

Sheng Xin asked, “Why do you have time to come here? Don’t you need to rush to the film set?”

Yan Zhao adjusted his crumpled scarf and honestly replied, “I took a leave to come and see Shen Yuanting.”

“Oh, Lao Shen,” Sheng Xin nodded. He then told the receptionist, “Unscheduled individuals, even if they’re celebrities, can’t be allowed in.”

Yan Zhao: “…”

He had no idea where he offended Sheng Xin.