Chapter 2: Male Model

Chapter 2 Male Model

In the ornate Fu family estate, a tall man languidly across the sofa.

His legs were casually crossed, one hand holding a phone while his long fingers absently swiped across the screen. His lowered eyelids did little to conceal his cold, mesmerizing eyes, though at this moment, they carried a hint of disquieting confusion—though more than anything, they exuded an unconscious air of intimidation.

The butler standing beside him couldn’t help but quake internally.

Good lord, why has this ancestor returned? Thankfully, the room that had been vacant for years had always been kept clean.

The man abruptly switched the position of his crossed legs, the movement startling the butler into an involuntary flinch. Yet the man remained silent, seemingly engrossed in whatever was on his phone—though his other hand moved.

In that hand was a crumpled, wrinkled hundred-yuan bill.

He unconsciously kneaded it, stretched it, kneaded it again, stretched it again… repeating the motion countless times.

To the butler, that poor hundred-yuan bill was nothing short of a hapless casualty about to meet its tragic fate.

Just then, footsteps sounded from behind—it was Zhu Ye, the man’s ever-present right-hand man.

“Boss, the eldest young master has returned.”

The old butler’s pulse jumped. He already knew who the designated scapegoat would be.

Without looking up, the man said, “Let him in.”

His tone carried a mix of amusement and indifference, yet it was inescapably authoritative.

Soon, Fu Hongan, the most highly anticipated heir of the Fu family, stood before the man.

Fu Hongan was the eldest grandson of the Fu family, the heir painstakingly cultivated by the clan. His status within the Fu family was unparalleled, and he owed deference to none—except for the man before him.

This was his Third Uncle, the most shadowy and unassuming yet undeniably influential figure in the Fu family—Fu Junhang.

The outside world might not have heard of him, and even within high society, few knew much about him—but within the Fu family, no one dared overlook his existence.

The moment Fu Hongan saw him, he couldn’t help but recall the dread of his Third Uncle’s dominion. Even though Fu Junhang was only a few years older, and even though he rarely stayed at home, the fear remained.

Fu Hongan stood tall, already exuding the bearing of command—yet before Fu Junhang, he instinctively clenched his fists.

Fu Junhang’s gaze never left his phone screen, nor did he show any intention of speaking.

In the end, Fu Hongan didn’t dare sit. Instead, he cast an inquiring look at the butler, only to receive a complicated, commiserating gaze in return.

A sudden apprehension seized Fu Hongan.

“Third Uncle, you wanted to see me?”

Among the Fu family’s younger generation, Fu Hongan was unquestionably the finest-looking—yet somehow, he always faded beside the man before him.

Though their styles were entirely different, standing side by side, Fu Hongan always seemed overshadowed—even his presence was completely eclipsed. He ground his molars in suppressed vexation.

Finally, Fu Junhang looked up. His phoenix eyes were disconcertingly exquisite, lazily indifferent yet inexplicably radiating an irresistible gravity.

“The night before last, you went to Tranquil Hearts Club?”

The question was casual, yet Fu Hongan’s heart tightened inexplicably.

Tranquil Hearts Club was the most popular and high-end male escort club in the city, filled with countless escorts and an atmosphere of unbridled indulgence. Nearly every scion in their social circle was a VIP there, many lured like sailors to sirens. Of course, as the future heir of the Fu family, Fu Hongan’s conspicuous attendance there was inappropriate—so was his Third Uncle criticizing his dissolute habits for tarnishing the Fu family’s image?

But Fu Junhang had never cared about such things, much less the lives of the Fu family members. Fu Hongan didn’t understand his uncle’s intentions, but he still explained:

“Third Uncle, Tranquil Hearts Club is part of the Fu holdings. I’ve been managing it for the past few years.”

“The club’s discretion protocols have always been unbreachable. No one would know I was there, and it wouldn’t affect the Fu family’s reputation.” After a pause, he added, “I went there for other matters—not what you’re thinking.”

He was very fastidious, after all.

Yet the man let out a scoffing laugh, his mocking look that might as well have shouted, *I couldn’t care less what you do.*

“Tsk—”

First, Fu Junhang couldn’t possibly be unaware that the club belonged to the Fu family.

Second, he couldn’t care less about the Fu family’s reputation.

And third, Fu Hongan’s private life was none of his damn business.

The scornful laugh sent a wave of humiliation and anger surging through Fu Hongan, his fists clenching involuntarily again.

“So *you’re* the one managing it. Figures.”

The man’s sarcastic tone made the tendons in Fu Hongan’s hands stood rigid.

“What do you mean by that, Third Uncle?”

Fu Hongan was furious but ventured no retort—not even Old Master Fu had ever treated him like this.

Instead of answering, Fu Junhang tossed a dossier at him.

“See for yourself.”

Soon, Fu Hongan’s brows furrowed.

They were detailed, damning records of the club’s involvement with drugs.

Many wealthy families dabbled in illicit ventures, but drugs were rarely one of them—especially since Old Master Fu abhorred them vehemently. The evidence in his hands was too thorough, too horrifying. The more Fu Hongan read, the darker his expression grew. With great effort, he composed himself before looking back at the man.

“Third Uncle, rest assured, I’ll handle this matter properly.”

If this were exposed, it wouldn’t shake the Fu family’s standing, but it would undoubtedly deal a blow—especially in front of Old Master Fu.

Yet Fu Junhang suddenly said, “No. You won’t handle it. I will.”

Fu Hongan: “?”

“I’m taking the club.”

Fu Hongan: “Third Uncle?”

He didn’t understand. Fu Junhang rarely involved himself in the Fu family’s businesses—he had his own ventures and kept them strictly separate. Why would he suddenly set his sights on a club, especially one with such problems?

Fu Junhang raised a brow. “Objections?”

“No, I’ll arrange it immediately.”

Fu Hongan hastily conceded. As the future heir, though the current head of the Fu family was still his father, transferring a small club was well within his authority. He just couldn’t fathom why his Third Uncle wanted it. Fu Junhang was hardly wanting for funds.

In truth, Fu Junhang himself didn’t know why he was assuming control of the club. His blackening countenance remained fixed on the hundred-yuan bill in his hand, his expression turning ever more impenetrable.

The man's unpredictable and eerie expression made Fu Hongan somewhat uneasy. Everyone in the Fu family knew it was best not to provoke this madman if possible. He immediately said, "Third Uncle, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave?"

Unexpectedly, Fu Junhang looked at him mockingly again. "How was your little hero moment?"

Fu Hongan stiffened. "What do you mean, Third Uncle?"

The mockery in Fu Junhang's eyes turned into amusement. "I heard the Chu family found their real son, and the original one turned out to be an imposter. Well, well, how interesting. A prestigious family like theirs could mix up their own son and let it go on for nineteen years."

"But you're even more interesting," Fu Junhang's sarcasm was now at full force. "They got their real son back, while you switched fiancés. So basically, as long as it's the Chu family's young master, it doesn't matter who it is, huh? Hmph, when did the Fu family stoop this low?"

In reality, compared to the Chu family, the Fu family was the one other wealthy families clamored to associate with. It was the Chu family who clung to them, but in Fu Junhang's words, the meaning was completely reversed. The mocking tone made Fu Hongan's veins popping.

Fu Hongan clenched his teeth. He had known Chu Xiuyi long before the Chu family acknowledged him. That night at Qingxin Club, he had indeed gone to save him. He didn't deny his genuine feelings for Chu Xiuyi, but he had nothing to do with that useless pretty boy Chu Yan. Their so-called engagement was a joke from the start, and how could Chu Yan even compare to Chu Xiuyi?

"Third Uncle, my engagement with Chu Yan was absurd from the beginning, and I never acknowledged it," Fu Hongan said through gritted teeth, clearly showing how much he despised the arrangement—or rather, how much he despised that person. "I have no connection to him."

"Oh?" Fu Junhang raised an eyebrow. "But the whole world knows he's your little fiancé."

"He's not!" Fu Hongan snapped. "I'll dissolve the engagement as soon as possible."

Though it had only been a casual promise from the old master years ago, Chu Yan's actions over the years had turned this ridiculous arrangement into public knowledge—undoubtedly with the Chu family's fanning the flames. The only reason Fu Hongan had tolerated it until now was out of gratitude for Chu Yan's past act of saving his life.

But after all these years, the Fu family's preferential treatment of the Chu family was more than enough to repay that debt.

Even if it weren't for the one in his heart, he was sick of Chu Yan's clingy harassment.

"Oh," the man leaned back on the sofa nonchalantly. "What does that have to do with me?"

Fu Hongan: "..."

Wasn't it you who brought it up just now? Anyone would think his Third Uncle was defending that imposter.

"Get lost."

Fu Junhang waved him away impatiently, but his gaze fell back on his phone screen.

Useless pretty boy, selfish, fake, bullying newcomers, throwing tantrums, counterfeit young master... shamelessly clinging to Fu young master...

He couldn't reconcile this description with the one in his bed the other night. There was an inexplicable disconnect.

Fu Junhang stared at the crumpled bill in his hand, lost in thought.

One hundred yuan. One hundred yuan...

A night with Fu Junhang was worth only one hundred yuan.

Ha... ha ha ha...

The butler nearby shaking in his boots: This version of Third Master was terrifying.

Meanwhile, Chu Yan was also trembling at the thought of that hundred yuan. Why had he had the bright idea to leave it?

It was only after sorting through the original host's memories and combining them with the novel's plot that he understood the full story.

As everyone knew, the original host's obsession with Fu Junhang was legendary. He had always couldn't stand Chu Xiuyi, and upon learning that Fu Junhang knew and favored him, his resentment only grew. Initially, he could still bully Chu Xiuyi under the guise of being the Chu family's young master, but once the truth about their identities came out, the original host lost even that privilege—just as his hatred for the real young master peaked.

With old grudges and new, the original host was on the verge of a breakdown. Chu Xiuyi's appearance at Qingxin Club had been his doing. The director of the new drama Chu Xiuyi was considering was a pervert, and the original host, knowing this, deliberately recommended Qingxin Club to him, leading the director to mistake Chu Xiuyi for one of the club's escorts. Chu Xiuyi, meanwhile, thought he was there for an audition.

The original host had hoped to use the director to ruin Chu Xiuyi.

But he didn't know that a villain's schemes only served to bring the protagonists closer.

In the original plot, Fu Junhang's heroic rescue solidified his relationship with Chu Xiuyi, while the original host reaped what he sowed—including being slapped several times by Fu Junhang.

The original host had arrived early at the club, waiting to expose Chu Xiuyi's ruin, only to be targeted himself due to his good looks. A man claiming to be the manager lured him into a private room, pretending to fetch Chu Xiuyi's room number, only to drug his drink instead.

When Chu Yan woke up, he had become this world's Chu Yan—dizzy, aching, his body burning with need. Instinct drove him to flee. Staggering, his mind screaming at him to escape, he crashed into a firm, equally feverish chest before being lifted and carried into a room.

Then came the weight pressing down on him, the man's rough panting, his scorching breath both invasive and intoxicating. Chu Yan struggled to open his eyes, but his hazy mind could only make out the man's striking features—sharp, sculpted, his cold eyes blazing with hunger.

Soon, Chu Yan was consumed by that fire. In his daze, he realized the situation—he was having a sex dream.

A twenty-seven-year-old virgin, and his first sex dream was this vivid and intense!

Unbelievable.

The initial experience wasn't great—his lack of experience clashed with the man's urgency—but soon, Chu Yan discovered true bliss.

He likely passed out from pleasure. When he woke, the room was empty, but he had little time to dwell on it before the shock of transmigrating hit him, followed by all hell broke loose.

Transmigration, side character, main leads... the club! The trap! The humiliation!

Chu Yan bolted upright in panic, ignoring his battered body, and prepared to flee immediately.

The protagonists didn't need his concern. As the villainous fake young master, his only task was to escape—not wait for Fu Junhang to slap him in public, expose his schemes, and leave him humiliated in front of everyone, disowned by the Chu family, drowned in online hate, and a reviled outcast.

Run! Now!

Chu Yan ran for his life.

In the original story, the host had reaped what he sowed—drugged by the manager and had his way with by two greasy, bald men. Crushed and humiliated, he then learned that Fu Junhang had rescued Chu Xiuyi, driving him into hysterics before being publicly shamed and slapped by Fu Junhang.

In his panic, Chu Yan recalled the hung like a horse and knew how to use it hunk from last night—definitely not a greasy bald guy. He must have escaped the original trap and stumbled upon him instead. Given the man's looks, Chu Yan's first thought was that he must be one of the club's escorts.

So, in a daze, before fleeing, Chu Yan fished out the only bill he had—leaving behind that infamous hundred yuan.

Ugh!!!

If he ever wanted another roll in the hay with that guy, would he just be told to scram for being such a cheapskate?