Chapter 174: The Fierce Boss by Day and the Clingy Husband by Night (1)

Chapter 174: The Fierce Boss by Day and the Clingy Husband by Night (1)

"You..." Before Song Chuyi could even react, Ning Xiuping’s hand, which had been gripping his, dropped limply.

He was utterly lifeless.

His physical body had died.

But...

Invisible winds surged in the room, and currents rippled through Song Chuyi’s body.

Song Chuyi didn’t even have time to call out to Xiaotong before his pupils dilated and he quickly lost consciousness.

A flash of white light appeared. Though Xiaotong was still in hibernation, its core code was frantically activating.

The system, lacking self-awareness, followed its programmed protocols. So, when it detected a foreign consciousness invading, it immediately activated its defense measures.

Two forces clashed violently within Song Chuyi’s mind.

As soon as Song Chuyi lost consciousness, the system initiated the teleportation sequence.

The sky darkened, lightning cracked, and a deafening boom of thunder heralded the torrential downpour.

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When Song Chuyi came to, he was still disoriented.

He looked down at himself. His figure was slender, and his skin was eerily pale.

This was not his body.

He must have arrived in a new world.

A heavy weight settled in his chest, making him cough involuntarily.

"Xiaotong, I need coffee."

He tried to wake the hibernating Xiaotong, but the system, which should have responded by now, remained silent.

Song Chuyi lightly furrowed his brow.

It seemed that Ning Xiuping’s final intrusion had damaged Xiaotong.

Perhaps Xiaotong had exhausted its energy protecting him, which was why it couldn’t wake up right now.

He could sense that Xiaotong was still in his mind, but remained in hibernation.

As for Ning Xiuping’s conscious current... he couldn’t sense it.

Thinking of this, Song Chuyi couldn’t help but cough lightly again.

Without Xiaotong, he couldn’t access the background story of this world, and he had no access to the memories of his host body.

His top priority was to figure out who he was and who the antagonist was.

Song Chuyi prepared to get up and look at his current appearance in the bathroom mirror, but as soon as he exerted force, he realized something was wrong.

His legs refused to hold his weight.

He furrowed his brow slightly. So, in this life, he has both legs paralyzed?

No, that’s not right.

Song Chuyi bent down and pinched his calf. He could feel it; it wasn’t numb. He wasn’t paralyzed, he just couldn’t exert any strength.

Song Chuyi: ……

Is this body so weak that he can’t even stand?

He let out a frustrated sigh and, after great effort, finally managed to stand up and sit on the wheelchair next to him.

Controlling the wheelchair, he entered the bathroom. When he finally saw his reflection, he got a clear look at his current appearance.

He looked about 70% like his original self. A small red mole on the tip of his nose was barely visible unless he smiled, but then it stood out.

Song Chuyi lazily yawned. It wasn’t because he was sleepy; it was mainly because this body was too weak!

He felt like he had boundless energy, but his fragile body was barely holding together.

Fortunately, the host body’s family seemed well-off, living in a small detached villa. They shouldn’t be short of money.

Song Chuyi breathed a small sigh of relief. If he had to work with this weak body, he’d probably pass out on the street.

Song Chuyi washed his face to clear his head a bit before returning to the bedroom to look for information about the host body’s identity.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much information. For some reason, there weren’t many personal items in the room.

It was as if the host body had never really lived here, like the room was just for show.

Song Chuyi felt a little puzzled but didn’t dwell on it.

The phone on the desk vibrated. He picked it up and saw a group message from something called the "Starlight Guild."

When Song Chuyi opened it, he saw that someone was mentioning him.

“@Chuyi, are you on duty today?”

Song Chuyi: ???

Was this really what he thought it was—singing for a living?

A guy like him, singing for a job?

After a moment of hesitation, he replied with a single word: “Yes.”

He was curious to see where this would lead.

Someone in the group quickly responded, “You’re scheduled from 6 PM to 8 PM.”

Song Chuyi said a quick “Thanks” and scrolled through the chat history.

The more he read, the more confused he became.

The host body indeed sang on duty every day, and it wasn’t a short shift—at least eight hours.

Judging by the timeframe, the host body had joined this "Starlight Guild" half a year ago and had only earned 20,000 yuan in that time, averaging just over 3,000 yuan per month.

That 3,000 yuan barely covered the cost of the quilt on the bed. Was the host body really working eight hours a day for that little?

This sense of contradiction made Song Chuyi rub his chin.

"This is getting interesting."

He went through his phone again, which only had WeChat and one other app called Douyin.

It seemed this was where his old self worked.

Both WeChat and Douyin only had the "Starlight Guild" group, with no other contacts.

Looks like the original body was quite the shut-in.

Song Chuyi coughed twice more, put down his phone, and prepared to find something to eat.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw some food placed outside.

His eyebrow quirked up, and he picked up the food, returning to the room to eat it slowly.

After finishing, he placed the empty plate on the shelf by the door and then closed it.

Soon, the sound of footsteps could be heard outside, probably a servant coming to take away the empty plate.

"Typical spoiled brat, huh?"

Song Chuyi let out a sigh and stretched lazily, arching his back.

As the fiery orange of the sunset poured into the room, the small red mole on Song Chuyi's nose looked even more alluring.

There was a sudden knock at the door.

"Come in," Song Chuyi said, his voice soft and light, as he sat in front of the desk.

The door opened from the outside, and a tall man in a black suit and dark sunglasses strode in, exuding an air of authority.

Song Chuyi glanced sideways, a ripple of amusement deep in his eyes.

"Oh look, the bad guy shows up."

He sized the man up and snorted softly.

"What took you so long?"

The man paused, seemingly unable to believe that the young man dared to speak to him like that today.

After a second, he curled his lips, a hint of evil in his expression.

"What is it?"

Song Chuyi tilted his head slightly, his neck graceful and delicate like a swan's, as if it could be broken with just a gentle pinch.

"Where have you been?"

"Don't you know that as my bodyguard, you should be by my side at all times?"

Dressed in black with sunglasses, he's either a hitman or a protector!

How cliché! Song Chuyi thought, feeling quite justified.

"Bodyguard?" The man chewed on the word, laughing loudly. "Sorry, young master, I went out to take care of some business."

He took long strides and crouched down in front of Song Chuyi.

Even though he was crouching, his presence still loomed over Song Chuyi, and the overwhelming aura left no doubt that he was the one in control.