Chapter 1: Transmigration

Chapter 1: Transmigration

"Here's ten million. Stop making a scene, or it won't end well for anyone."

The man possessed striking features, an exceptional aura, and a voice that was both magnetic and pleasing to the ear. Yet, his words carried a suffocating coldness and an oppressive weight.

Chu Yan, previously half-asleep and slumped in his seat, jolted upright at the mention of "ten million." His former lethargy and despondency vanished instantly, and even the lingering soreness in certain unspeakable areas seemed to ease.

"Big Brother, are you serious?"

His sudden movement caused the loose collar of his shirt to slip, fully exposing his fair neck. His dark, gleaming eyes fixed intently on Chu Yi.

This was a godsend!

Chu Yan’s voice had always been pleasant, but his past arrogance and obnoxious behavior had made it grating to the ear. Now, however, his tone was slightly hoarse, tinged with an inexplicable excitement, giving it a soft, alluring quality. To Chu Yi, the man before him exuded a captivating allure, and even the partially revealed collarbone beneath his loose shirt seemed inexplicably sensual.

Chu Yi almost awkwardly averted his gaze before frowning impatiently. "Of course."

This person had been utterly spoiled by the Chu family—stupid, selfish, and completely oblivious. He had always flaunted his status as the youngest son of the Chu family, parading it everywhere.

Chu Yi had always despised this youngest brother, loathing him to the core. Fortunately, the true young master of the Chu family had been found—someone truly worthy of his affection. The foolish, malicious impostor before him was nothing more than a worthless fake.

The impostor had usurped the privileged position of the Chu family’s youngest son for nineteen years. If he had any self-awareness, he would leave the Chu family willingly instead of shamelessly clinging on. Yet, this idiot was too dim-witted to grasp the situation, still deluded enough to compete with the true bloodline of the Chu family.

Chu Yi was utterly dumbfounded by his idiocy.

Unfortunately, the Chu family valued its reputation. Even if he had a hundred ways to expel this fool, the dignity of a prestigious family had to be upheld.

"Chu Yan, the Chu family has never wronged you all these years. We don’t expect your gratitude, but you should at least possess a basic sense of shame."

"Even now, with Xiao Yi found, the Chu family hasn’t cast you out. I hope you understand your place—Xiao Yi is the true young master of the Chu family, while you’ve been nothing but a usurper all these years."

"You must understand, the Chu family can give you everything, and they can take it all away."

"The choice is entirely yours."

Chu Yi’s words were terse, direct, and devoid of any brotherly affection.

If Chu Yan were intelligent, he would obediently step aside and return everything that rightfully belonged to Xiao Yi. That way, for the sake of appearances, the Chu family might still acknowledge him as the fake young master they had raised for nineteen years. But Chu Yan was both stupid and malicious. His previous schemes born of jealousy against Xiao Yi were bad enough, but after learning Xiao Yi’s true identity, he had escalated to slandering and vilifying him online…

If not for the risk of tarnishing Xiao Yi’s reputation, the Chu family would never have been so lenient with Chu Yan.

So, if Chu Yan had even an ounce of sense, he would take the ten million yuan and live quietly from now on—otherwise, he was signing his own death warrant.

What Chu Yi didn’t know was that Chu Yan’s thoughts at that moment were identical to his own.

Stupid. The original host was truly stupid.

That was the real blood heir—what right did a fake young master have to compete? Besides, that guy was heaven's favorite. Opposing him was like fighting against heaven itself—

In other words, suicide.

How could he have dared?

Wouldn’t it be better to just take the money, lie low, and live a carefree life?

Chu Yan had woken up in this world after a nap, immediately thrust into an indescribable, passionate encounter. The memory of those explicit moments still made his face burn, and the sheer intensity of it had been… unparalleled.

Afterward, piecing together the memories flooding his mind, Chu Yan realized he had transmigrated into a trashy, over-the-top boys' love novel about a wealthy family’s overprotective romance—and he had become the foolish, malicious supporting character who shared his name: the fake young master, Chu Yan.

Fortunately, he had no attachments in his previous life, so it didn’t matter where he lived. He quickly accepted this transmigration.

The bad news? He was now the villainous supporting character who brought about his own ruin through sheer stupidity and malice.

The good news? The plot had just begun, and the original host hadn’t yet reached the point of being beyond redemption.

The current situation was this: To help the true young master, Chu Xiuyi, integrate into high society, the Chu family was introducing him to the world, taking him to elite gatherings, and exposing him to powerful figures. Meanwhile, the family’s entertainment company was channeling all its top resources into Chu Xiuyi, determined to make him the brightest star.

But this was precisely what had driven the original host into a jealous frenzy. The original host had always dreamed of stardom, yet after years in the industry, he remained mediocre—no notable works, just a trail of scandals and online backlash. The little fame he had was solely due to his status as the Chu family’s young master.

The original host had convinced himself that the company was withholding good resources from him. Meanwhile, Chu Xiuyi—even before his true identity was revealed—had outshone him at every turn. Despite his humble origins, Chu Xiuyi radiated brilliance, making him the original host’s greatest enemy.

And most importantly, the man the original host obsessed over looked down on him but was warm and considerate to Chu Xiuyi.

The original host was convinced Chu Xiuyi had seduced his beloved.

Unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable.

Now that Chu Xiuyi’s true identity was exposed, and the Chu brothers—who had always been indifferent to the original host—doted on him, the original host had descended into jealousy-fueled madness, his heart twisting with envy. He had resolved to use even more underhanded tactics to destroy Chu Xiuyi.

But Chu Xiuyi was now the Chu family’s treasure. Naturally, Chu Yi—the future heir—had come to intervene.

Chu Yan didn’t know why he had woken up as this world’s Chu Yan, but since he was here now, he had no intention of squandering this opportunity. After all, the original villain’s fate had been horrific.

Seeing Chu Yan remain silent, Chu Yi thought contemptuously of his greed. He was about to list all the stupid things Chu Yan had done when the man’s previously unfocused, tear-glazed eyes suddenly sharpened, gleaming as they locked onto him.

"Big Brother, you’re right."

Chu Yi paused. No tantrums, no anger—just those words, stopping him mid-sentence. What kind of act was this fool putting on now?

"Big Brother, I was young and foolish before. I misunderstood things."

"But now I’ve realized—I took Xiao Yi’s place. Everything I had was given by the Chu family, and all of it rightfully belongs to Xiao Yi. I shouldn’t fight for it, and I have no right to."

"My position is awkward now, but Mom and Dad haven’t kicked me out. The fact that you’re even willing to see me, let alone offer me ten million yuan, is more generosity than I merit. Really, I’ll never do anything stupid again, and I’ll never harm Xiao Yi. If I do, may I be damned for eternity."

"Is that okay, Big Brother?"

Chu Yan looked utterly docile, his eyes overflowing with earnestness.

Chu Yi: "…"

These… were supposed to be *his* lines.

A strategic withdrawal? But did this idiot even have the brains for that? Or was he plotting something else?

Frowning again, Chu Yi scrutinized Chu Yan.

But the man before him was transparently honest, gazing at him like an eager pupil. His naturally mesmerizing gaze was now bright and clear, so much so that Chu Yi had to look away.

In truth, Chu Yan was just barely containing his glee over the ten million yuan—his eyes were practically sparkling.

"If you… understand, then good."

Whatever scheme this fool was brewing, Chu Yi wasn’t worried. In his eyes, any tricks Chu Yan could pull were amateurish.

He had never wanted to come here in the first place. Now that he’d said his piece, he stood to leave—but Chu Yan called after him urgently.

"Big Brother?"

Chu Yi's brow furrowed, "What else is there?"

"Did you forget something?"

Chu Yan fidgeted with his hands somewhat awkwardly.

Chu Yi's frown deepened, "What?"

Chu Yan grew even more embarrassed, his clear eyes flickering, but he plucked up the courage to say anyway.

"Ten million."

Chu Yi: "..."

For some reason, Chu Yi felt thoroughly bested.

Chu Yan ultimately got his hands on the ten million as he wished. Although he had grinded his way through the entertainment industry for a full decade, coming from humble beginnings with no background or resources, his career path had been far more arduous and steep than anyone else's. No one understood the hardships of poverty better than he did.

The body's original owner, despite being part of a wealthy family, was neither liked nor favored and had a habit of squandering money left and right, leaving him flat broke. His years in the entertainment industry had been a total trainwreck, and the fact that he hadn’t left Chu Yan with any debt was the best gift he could have given.

So, this ten million came at just the right time. With it, Chu Yan could kick back and retire and live out his days in peace, couldn’t he?

Indeed, young people really ought to think bigger.

Since he was here now, he might as well make the best of it. What did it matter—wealthy young masters, the entertainment industry, love and romance? It was all trivial in the grand scheme of things.

Chu Yan ordered takeout, cozied back up into the sofa, and opened his phone.

"Chu Yan, get out of the entertainment industry! You fake, usurping fraud—the real one is back, and you still have the nerve to stick around? Have some shame!"

"So mad rn! The beneficiary dares to bully the victim? Chu Xiuyi has suffered so much—stolen from his family as a child, working hard to get where he is today, finally reunited with his birth parents only to be bullied by this imposter Chu Yan. Doesn’t the Chu family feel any heartache? Can’t they just make Chu Yan drop dead?"

"Chu Yan, have some dignity. Wouldn’t it be better to leave gracefully?"

"I always said it—every Chu family young master is exceptional, except for Chu Yan, who’s just a useless pretty face. Turns out he’s a complete fake."

...

Chu Yan scrolled through gleefully—who didn’t love gossip?

Chu Xiuyi had entered the entertainment industry on his own, making a name for himself even before the Chu family found him. He had risen through sheer talent—looks, physique, acting skills—all of which totally eclipsed the original host. The original host had been green with envy, not only making snide remarks about him online but also deliberately buying negative hashtags to target him.

Chu Xiuyi’s fans had always loathed Chu Yan, and now that Chu Xiuyi’s true identity as the real young master was exposed, they were partying like they'd won the lottery.

"Chu Yan, get out of the Chu family!"

"Chu Yan, get out of the entertainment industry!"

Two hashtags soared straight to the top of the trending list.

Chu Yan figured—he wasn’t familiar with wealthy families, but the entertainment industry? That he knew well.

In his previous life, Chu Yan had entered the industry alone at seventeen, grinding away for five years as an extra. With no background or resources, he faced rejection at every corner. Later, he finally caught a break with a minor role in a web drama, only to face relentless suppression due to his striking looks and solid acting skills. Still, he never gave up, honing his craft tirelessly for ten years and constantly striving to improve, eventually managing to make a small splash in the industry.

For someone of humble origins like him, that was a small victory.

But those ten years in the industry had turned Chu Yan into a total grind—he’d been an extra, a stunt double, even worked behind the scenes. Even after signing with an agency, he remained buried in minor roles, leaving him with a body full of work-related injuries by the age of twenty-seven.

Now, with ten million handed to him on a silver platter, all he wanted was to retire and live out his days in peace.

So, without a second thought, Chu Yan turned off his phone. Fine, he’d leave—he’d bounce out with his freshly acquired ten million.

In his past life, Chu Yan had lost his parents young and was raised by his grandmother, his only family. But she passed away when he was twenty-four. With no one left to tie him down, and having lived cautiously as a workaholic, he reached twenty-seven without ever experiencing romance—a thought that hit him as kinda sad.

Now, in this world, not only was he seven or eight years younger, all his aches and pains gone, and suddenly ten million richer, but he was also in a boys' love world where men could marry men. Under such circumstances, not cutting loose a little would be a disservice to himself.

Thinking of this, Chu Yan’s mind couldn't help replaying that exhilarating encounter—the man’s heavy breathing still ringing in his ears, his toned muscles flashing in his mind, the scorching touch, those indescribable sensations...

Damn it. Chu Yan was instantly flushed.

Guilty, ashamed, but...

How could he forget something so deeply etched into his bones? For someone who’d been single for twenty-seven years, that scene was an absolute killer.

No, no—why be ashamed? This life was meant to be lived freely. The door to this new world had just opened—how could he not even dare to take a peek?

No more chickening out!

While rationalizing to himself, Chu Yan furtively grabbed his phone and opened the search bar.

"Price for a male model at Serenity Club for one night."

Remembering the man’s sculpted chest pressed against his face, his pulse-racing hotness and physique, Chu Yan quietly deleted his search and typed instead—

"Begging for the price of a top-tier male model at Serenity Club for one night!"

Even if he’d been a little out of it at the time, that man was definitely premium grade!

Rock-hard bod, mad skills, and a face that stole souls—even Chu Yan, accustomed to the entertainment industry’s beauties, couldn’t shake the memory.

But the next second, Chu Yan’s eyes widened.

"O-one... one million?!"

"!!!"

Remembering the hundred-yuan tip he’d left that morning, Chu Yan was utterly crushed.