Chapter 1: Transmigration into a Book (Revised) – Husband, Save Me

Chapter 1: Transmigration into a Book (Revised) - Husband, Save Me

"Minhui, do we really have to give him this medicine?"

A vague voice reached his ears. Jiang Fengmian struggled to lift his heavy eyelids. What met his eyes was a brown-gray little bear. He reacted after a moment, lifting his fingers slightly. He realized he was trapped in a thin, flimsy quilt.

"Ah Ling, it's not that I'm being heartless. You need to think clearly. It's a rare opportunity to get rid of this burden. Are you willing to let him ruin a good opportunity? That's one hundred million yuan."

"This fool, do you know what he might say to the Huo family? Only a mute won't talk nonsense."

Jiang Junling had been somewhat hesitant, but when Lv Minhui mentioned the one hundred million yuan, his eyes gradually became resolute.

It's just a foolish son. If he can have any value at all, he should count his blessings. Providing him food and drink is already more than generous. If he can't benefit the family, there's no point in keeping him.

Moreover, he and Minhui had another son who excelled in every way.

"Minhui, give me the medicine. I'll do it."

The voices in the conversation became clearer, and Jiang Fengmian's heart trembled. What's going on? It seems they want to silence him by poisoning him. Jiang Fengmian struggled to sit up, but the pain all over his body pulled him back.

Ow, it hurts so much.

The two people immediately fell silent when they heard the movement from the bed. They exchanged a glance, and Lv Minhui signaled Jiang Junling to check on Jiang Fengmian.

Even if he's a fool, it wouldn't be good if he noticed anything.

Jiang Junling nodded, treading lightly. As he leaned in closer to Jiang Fengmian—

Swish.

Jiang Fengmian bit his lip and suddenly sat up.

His entire body ached as if his bones were dislocated. His vision was blurred and unclear. A quick scan of his wrist revealed numerous scars.

"Jiang Fengmian, get up."

The woman's voice was sharp, her eyes clearly contemptuous. Seeing Jiang Fengmian acting dazed with no response, she rolled her eyes in contempt and bumped the grim-faced man beside her, signaling him to give the medicine to Jiang Fengmian.

"Fengmian, thirsty? Here, have some water."

Jiang Fengmian trembled, clutching the quilt's corner in fear.

As he sat up and looked around, the environment was completely unfamiliar. It wasn't the rental apartment he had lived in, and the air held no musty smell.

These two people were also completely unknown. Given the injuries on his body and the fact that these two were plotting to silence him with poison, they were definitely up to no good.

"Go, go away."

When Jiang Fengmian spoke, it was as if his throat was stuffed with cotton. His voice was weak and thin. He coughed lightly and pulled the quilt over his head.

"Jiang Fengmian, don't push your luck. Get out here."

His body seemed to have developed a conditioned reflex. The sharp shout made Jiang Fengmian flinch involuntarily.

He gripped his ice-cold fingers and tucked the quilt's edge under himself, trying to dispel the chill.

"Look at what a good son you've raised. The Huo family is coming to pick him up in an hour. In this foolish state, how are we going to explain this to the Huo family?"

Jiang Fengmian recalled a few keywords he had caught—Jiang Junling, the Huo family, and the vague mention of Minhui.

His heart was in turmoil. He had probably transmigrated into the world of the novel.

Jiang Fengmian swallowed hard. He could never forget the name Jiang Junling. This was the father of the protagonist in the novel *I Became Rich After Marrying the Big Shot*. He was a complete scumbag.

Jiang Junling had cheated on Jiang Fengmian's mother shortly after they got married, and his illegitimate son was only a year younger. Three months after Jiang Fengmian's mother passed away from illness, the mistress and the illegitimate son moved into the Jiang family home, with the mistress becoming the new lady of the house.

Poor Jiang Fengmian was abused from a young age, locked in a closet. His scumbag father not only turned a blind eye but also helped beat Jiang Fengmian, wishing he had never had this son.

Jiang Fengmian had been academically excellent, skipping grades in school, and had a bright future ahead of him by the time he graduated from university at twenty. But his so-called younger half-brother pushed him down the stairs, causing him to hit his head and become brain-damaged.

This book clearly had no connection to him. The protagonist was his half-brother, and the main love interest was the esteemed young master from the Huo family. Jiang Fengmian was just cannon fodder, thrown out by the Jiang family like garbage, only to drown in a pond in the end.

He wasn't the main character, nor did he get rich. His fate was a violent death.

Jiang Fengmian had been furious when reading the novel. Following the common transmigration trope in Green Jiang novels where characters share the same name, he had read every word carefully, and his favorite character was the villain Huo Zong.

No matter the situation, Huo Zong could always turn the tide, easily resolve even the biggest problems, and maintain control over everything.

Unexpectedly, in the chapter the author updated last night, Huo Zong was killed. A large truck ran over him, and the driver fled the scene. There was no intact body, no family to claim it, and a stray dog had gnawed on a piece of his flesh before he was discovered.

Jiang Fengmian's blood pressure skyrocketed. He wrote a two-thousand-word rant cursing the author. Still fuming, he drank a bottle of iced cola, planning to keep cursing, but when he woke up, he had transmigrated into the book.

Sigh, he was probably the only person who had been pissed to death by a novel.

It was embarrassing to even think about it.

Once he had a rough understanding of his current situation, Jiang Fengmian managed to squeeze out two tears. He had a tear-prone constitution and could easily produce tears.

"Don't... don't hit me."

Jiang Fengmian emerged from the blanket, only for it to be yanked away. His scumbag father grabbed his wrist, causing tears to blur his vision from the pain. He desperately tried to shake off his father's arm, exerting all his strength to push the man away.

His scumbag father lost his balance, accidentally tripping the stepmother, causing the medicine bowl to shatter on the floor, its shards injuring both of them. Cries of agony filled the room.

"You little bastard, what do you think you're doing?"

The stepmother struggled to her feet, gripping Jiang Junling's shoulder. Her white dress was stained with dirt, and a cut on her arm was oozing blood.

Muttering curses, she grabbed a nearby vase and hurled it at Jiang Fengmian.

Jiang Fengmian reacted swiftly, using the blanket to shield himself. He pushed it forward and, barefoot, dashed into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

The loud banging on the door started almost immediately, and Jiang Fengmian leaned against it, panting.

He had expected many wounds on his body, but not this many. His arms and legs were covered in bruises, and his back hurt so much that he didn't dare to move too much. Lifting his tattered pajamas, he saw a reddish-purple wound running across his back.

Scumbags, truly scumbags. This wound looked fresh.

The Jiang Fengmian in the book had probably been beaten to death, allowing him the chance to transmigrate here.

Lowering his pajamas, Jiang Fengmian leaned closer to the mirror to examine himself. Fortunately, there were no wounds on his face, but this face was identical to his own, even the small mole on the tip of his nose was exactly the same.

Sss.

Jiang Fengmian sucked in a breath. The novel hadn't mentioned any mole on Jiang Fengmian's nose. Could this actually be his own body?

Even if it was his body, did he really have to suffer all these wounds? It hurt too much!

Shuddering at the thought, Jiang Fengmian gently touched the wounds on his arm. His pain nerves were sensitive, and these injuries were almost unbearable, causing tears to stream down his face uncontrollably.

He took a long time to calm down, and by the time the sounds of things being smashed outside gradually stopped, Jiang Fengmian finally slowly made his way to wash his face.

He leaned against the cold wall, replaying the events in his mind. They arranged for him to marry into the Huo family—Huo Zong, the person he adored so much.

Jiang Fengmian was an orphan and had been raised by the charity of others. He understood better than anyone how Huo Zong was neglected and ostracized by the Huo family, and how his attempts to curry favor with them only led to his sincerity being trampled on again and again.

He adored Huo Zong. Every move stabbed right into Jiang Fengmian's heart.

While reading the novel, Jiang Fengmian had poured all the nutrient solutions he had saved up for Huo Zong, voting with thunder for him, posting love confessions every day, only for the author to kill him off in an extremely brutal way.

So infuriating!

Jiang Fengmian punched the wall, a sharp stinging pain shooting through his hand, and fresh tears fell again.

Even more pissed off!

Time passed minute by minute, and Jiang Fengmian didn’t dare to rashly open the bathroom door. He pressed his ear against the door and listened closely. The room seemed to be empty.

"Oh, Butler Zheng, why did you come yourself?"

Jiang Father flattered, looking at the well-dressed man in front of him. This man had been the Huo family's butler for nearly thirty years, representing the prestige of the Old Master of the Huo family. His personal visit certainly gave the Jiang family a lot of face.

"Where's your son?"

No one in the capital didn’t know that Jiang Fengmian was a fool. He knew very well the temperament of Young Master Huo; there was no way he would have any future with a fool, so he didn’t deserve any respect.

"He's upstairs. I'll go get him, I'll go, Butler Zheng. Have a seat."

"No need, I'll follow you."

The Old Master had specifically instructed him to see Jiang Fengmian's situation with his own eyes.

Jiang Father led Butler Zheng upstairs, seeming not to notice the broken glass on the floor, explaining, "A mouse appeared out of nowhere in the house and knocked over the vase."

Thud, thud, thud.

"Fengmian, Butler Zheng from the Huo family is here to pick you up."

Gross.

The tone was unusually gentle; what a good actor.

Butler Zheng was in cahoots with the main lead and had always looked down on Jiang Fengmian, treating him like dirt. He was also two-faced with Huo Zong, not a good person at all.

Jiang Fengmian crossed his arms and shifted his gaze to the toilet brush beside him. His eyes flickered, and he immediately had an idea. He waited until he was sure his awful father was still leaning against the door before suddenly swinging it open.

With the door suddenly swinging open, Jiang Fengmian gave his father a light shove. His father lost his balance and fell straight onto the toilet brush Jiang Fengmian had prepared.

The foul stench hit him, and his father retched loudly, something disgusting clinging to his tongue.

"Jiang... ugh."

He vomited violently into the toilet, rinsing his mouth several times, but the foul taste lingered.

"Damn it."

As soon as his father raised his hand, Jiang Fengmian shrank back into a corner, covering his head.

"No, don't hit."

Jiang Fengmian's eyes were filled with coldness. It seemed like licking the toilet brush wasn't enough, and he wanted more.

The corner of Jiang Fengmian's visible eye still held tears. His clothes were tattered, and his elbows were covered in scars.

Noticing that Manager Zheng's brows were furrowed, Jiang Father clenched his fists and forced a smile to hide his discomfort.

"Sorry, Manager Zheng, I didn't stand steady and embarrassed myself. Fengmian is a good kid and cares about me."

Manager Zheng nodded indifferently. As a shrewd man, Jiang Fengmian's issues weren't his concern. Better to mind his own business.

"Fengmian, go change your clothes, wear something presentable."

Jiang Father's smile was almost stiff, and when he reached out, Jiang Fengmian dodged him.

"It stinks."

That damned boy, Jiang Father squinted. How did the toilet brush end up just there? Could it be that brat's doing?

But seeing Jiang Fengmian's dazed appearance, he thought he was imagining things.

"Fengmian, change your clothes."

Jiang Fengmian offered no more resistance. He stepped on the floor barefoot, and his tattered clothes swayed as he walked.

Manager Zheng immediately showed a look of disdain and distanced himself from Jiang Father.

The closet was empty. Jiang Fengmian sighed. He picked a shirt with shorter sleeves so that the scars would be visible when he stretched out his arms.

"Mr. Jiang, my employer asked that you join us for a meal as well."

Having a meal would finalize the arrangement.

Selling his son for a good price, the despicable father was grinning from ear to ear. He urged his stepmother to change into fancy clothes with obvious branding.

Jiang Fengmian had very few belongings and didn't even fill half a suitcase. He sat in the back seat of the car, listening to the butler's lecturing.

"Young Master Huo detests physical contact the most, and he's extremely particular about cleanliness. Stay away from Young Master Huo, or you might get hit."

Jiang Fengmian's ears twitched, but he didn't bother to lift his eyelids.

Hmph, I understand Huo Zong better than you.

The car stopped at the entrance of the Huo family villa, and Jiang Fengmian lowered his gaze, keeping his distance from his despicable father. He hadn't even taken a shower and smelled terrible!

"Master, we've brought the person back."

Huo Qing was sitting upright on the main sofa, casting a lazy glance at Jiang Fengmian.

He didn't seem too foolish.

Jiang Fengmian's gaze went straight, and in the corner of the sofa, his eyes met Huo Zong's. Cold and devoid of any emotion, yet his eyes were extraordinarily beautiful. At that moment, Jiang Fengmian's breath lightened.

Sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, with distinct facial features, his long fingers rested on his chin, giving Jiang Fengmian a cold look. His long legs, encased in suit pants, were long and straight even while seated.

AAAAH, my baby, so handsome!

Jiang Fengmian pinched his palm, feeling dizzy from how handsome he was, as if he was about to faint.

Boohoo, my baby, my good baby, even looking at him coldly is so charming.

"Mr. Huo, we're leaving Fengmian in your care."

The deadbeat dad pretended to squeeze out a few tears but, after trying for a while and failing, had to regretfully give up.

This display looked especially ridiculous in Huo Zong's eyes. Jiang Fengmian appeared small and thin, his big watery eyes filled with tears. Having injured his brain three years ago, he hardly understood what a marriage alliance meant.

The lousy father fawningly looked at Huo Qing and flattered him, "Our Fengmian got incredibly lucky by being noticed by the Huo family. Our entire family is grateful."

Huo Qing responded with a noncommittal hmm. Huo Zong was already ruined; it didn’t matter who he married.

"Fengmian, come over here and greet Grandpa Huo."

Jiang Fengmian took a few steps back, his entire body screaming rejection.

Huo Zong's father wasn’t a good person either; his favoritism was out of this world. It could be said that his role in Huo Zong's downfall was "invaluable."

"Mr. Huo, sorry, our Fengmian is shy; this isn’t like him at all."

Shy my ass, who'd want to greet a piece of trash like him?

Jiang Fengmian shifted his gaze away and continued to gush over Huo Zong. The author was really skimping on describing Huo Zong, not capturing even a fraction of his handsomeness.

After being stared at for a while, Huo Zong looked up and thought he caught a hint of mischief in Jiang Fengmian's eyes.

"Jiang Fengmian, come here."

As the deadbeat dad raised his arm, tears welled up in Jiang Fengmian's eyes in an instant as he shook his head in fear.

He kept backing away, tripped over the coffee table, and fell to the ground, accidentally exposing his wounds. Without wasting any time, Jiang Fengmian quickly ran to Huo Zong's side.

Huo Zong's wrist, hanging by his side, was gently grasped by Jiang Fengmian.

For a moment, the room fell silent. No one expected that Jiang Fengmian would dare to actually grab Huo Zong.

"Hubby, help me."