Chapter 1 A Warm-hearted Omega

Chapter 1: A Warm-Hearted Omega

In early September, the weather in Nancheng remained scorching, with heat waves visibly shimmering off the ground.

The blazing sun poured blinding light through the slit of the half-open window.

Yu Wei narrowed his eyes, then rolled up the window, and said to the driver ahead, "Uncle Wang, pull over up ahead. The entrance is jammed; we'll walk in."

Today was the first day of the new semester at Nanjing University. The front gate was packed, laughter mingling with honking cars echoing all around.

The driver acknowledged. The blurry view outside gradually sharpened, revealing rows of plane trees whose tangled branches did nothing to hold back the sun's blazing heat.

The car came to a steady stop about a hundred meters from the school gate. The driver turned off the engine and glanced at the backseat through the rearview mirror.

Yu Wei sat in the back row by the window, sitting upright, stiff as a board. Beside him, a young man was sprawled out, taking up more than half the seat, his head drooping as he dozed off on a gray backpack.

At that moment, the young man's mouth was slightly open, and if you looked closely, you could see some drool at the corner of his mouth, occasionally smacking his lips loud enough to drive anyone crazy, especially in the quiet car.

Yu Wei stared expressionlessly at the sleeping boy, taking a deep breath. He'd been hearing that lip-smacking noise the whole ride, and his annoyance finally snapped. He raised his hand and smacked him on the head.

"Yu Song, wake up. We're at school."

Jerked out of his sweet dream, the boy jerked up, hitting his head against the car roof with a loud thud. He clutched his head, looking around the car with a dazed expression, only to find Yu Wei standing there with his arms crossed, looking at him coldly.

Startled, Yu Song's drowsiness vanished, and he snapped fully awake. He pouted pitifully, edging over to Yu Wei for comfort. "Bro, you're so harsh."

"Get out now. I still have to head back to the office after I drop you off."

Ignoring his aggrieved look, Yu Wei pushed open the door, got out, strode to the back of the car, and opened the trunk to retrieve Yu Song's luggage. Before his hand could touch the suitcase, the driver rushed over, exclaiming, "Oh, young master, you shouldn't be carrying such heavy bags. Let me take care of it."

Yu Song had brought two suitcases, packed not only with necessities but also his beloved figurines—the weight spoke for itself. Yu Wei wanted to help, but the driver kindly urged him aside, leaving him standing awkwardly by the roadside, not daring to jump in.

He still couldn't get used to being treated like the young master.

Yu Wei exhaled, silently telling himself three times, "I'm a capitalist now," before he felt comfortable letting the driver handle the luggage. After the driver unloaded it, he took over. "Uncle Wang, I'll escort him in. Wait for me here."

With that, without waiting for the driver's response, Yu Wei dragged the suitcase toward the school gate. Yu Song had already climbed out of the car, clutching his backpack, and was following behind. Yu Wei glanced back at him; Yu Song was pouting, his face full of resentment. But the moment Yu Wei looked over, a smile blossomed on his face, making him look exceptionally well-behaved.

"Bro, slow down a bit."

The way his face changed was like a Sichuan opera act. Yu Wei shook his head helplessly and slowed his pace to let him catch up. As Yu Song caught up, Yu Wei couldn't help teasing, "Does your head hurt? Did you knock yourself silly?"

Yu Song took the suitcase from his hand and grinned playfully, "It doesn't hurt. In fact, it woke me up; now I'm not sleepy at all. Big bro sure knows how to wake people up. You're amazing."

Yu Wei: "..."

If it weren't for how seriously Yu Song said it, Yu Wei would've thought he was being sarcastic. But Yu Song's expression didn't look fake; he genuinely thought Yu Wei was impressive.

Yu Wei gave him a complicated glance. Yu Song's face still beamed with a smile, looking utterly naive. Yu Wei sighed to himself—the way a brain-dead cannon fodder thinks really is something else.

Three days ago, Yu Wei had transmigrated into a book.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary accountant, overworked and underpaid. After enduring four years, he finally earned his intermediate accounting title, with a promotion just around the corner—but he keeled over at his desk from overwork. After death, he transmigrated into a book his colleague had once ranted about.

In the blink of an eye, he went from a miserable wage earner to a capitalist with a grim fate, becoming the brother of a brain-dead cannon fodder who appeared only a few times in the book.

And that brain-dead cannon fodder was none other than the grinning Yu Song beside him.

In the book, Yu Song was a small-time villain who bullied the protagonist during his university days, leveraged his family's wealth, and was paraded out to advance the relationship between the two leads whenever needed.

In the end, the protagonists got together, the cannon fodder lost his value, and the author took ten seconds to arrange a tragic ending for him: family ruined, dead on the streets.

As for Yu Wei, he was a walk-on role with only two minutes of screen time, lucky to have a name thanks to his cannon-fodder brother. His scenes were all highlights—just a few pleading lines to maximize the protagonist's satisfaction as an NPC.

In his past life, he worked himself to death for three thousand yuan. Now, in this life, as a wealthy man, Yu Wei accepted his new identity with open arms and decided to go with the flow, living out the rest of his life comfortably.

But the biggest threat to his affluent life was this deadweight brother.

The deadweight brother looked dumb, and wasn't exactly smart, but he had plenty of tricks.

From what Yu Wei understood, the Yu family was no small household; they were extraordinarily wealthy. Yet such a prominent family was effortlessly bankrupted by Yu Song, leaving them powerless.

A rich family going bankrupt just like that, like it was a joke, made zero sense.

Back in his previous life, when his colleague told him about it, Yu Wei was already pretty annoyed with that ending. But now that he had transmigrated into the book, he was even less willing to accept that ending and just roll over and take it.

So on the first day after transmigration, after figuring out the situation, he talked to his parents about transferring Yu Song to another school. Unfortunately, this school was the best institution in the city, and Yu Song couldn't have gotten in on his own. The only reason he was enrolled was because his parents pulled strings, worked their butts off to squeeze him in. There was no way to just ask for a transfer without a good reason.

Moreover, he had transmigrated late, with only three days left until Yu Song's semester started. Time was tight. Aside from keeping Yu Song away from the protagonists, preventing him from causing trouble, and making sure he got through the four years of university quietly, Yu Wei couldn't think of any better plan.

But he hadn't read the book in his past life. This book was mentioned briefly when his colleague, noticing that Yu Wei shared a name with the minor cannon fodder, found it serendipitous and told him a bit about it during lunch at the company cafeteria.

Lunchtime was rare relaxation, and Yu Wei wasn't interested in novels, so he just nodded along, zoning out. Apart from the plot related to his own name, everything else went in one ear and out the other, leaving no trace in his memory.

The most unforgettable things about this book for him, besides the plot involving his own name, were the genders of the two leads. Because the protagonists were both male, falling in love, kissing, and doing... you know.

Just thinking about it made Yu Wei's face twist up.

Such an outlandish setting was hard to forget.

But now that he had transmigrated into the book, all that was beside the point. The most important thing now was to save his own life and secure his future wealth and luxury.

Once he found the main characters, the top priority was making sure Yu Song didn't piss them off. However, Yu Wei still had no clue who the protagonists were. He'd stayed up almost all night racking his brain, but came up empty.

When his colleague told him about the book, he never mentioned the protagonists' names, always calling them the 'top' and the 'bottom.' Even Yu Song's name never appeared; the colleague kept calling him 'cannon fodder B.'

Yu Wei had no clue who the main characters in this world even were. But since Yu Song was an important cannon fodder for advancing the protagonists' relationship, the protagonists must appear around him. He just needed to gradually screen people and prevent Yu Song from getting into conflicts with anyone around him, keeping him from making enemies.

Although he hadn't read the novel, he had read others. In books, protagonists were either exceptionally good-looking, exceptionally wealthy, or broke as hell but later destined to become ridiculously powerful. In summary, a protagonist could never be an ordinary average person.

Among these, appearance was the most direct and simplest way to identify a protagonist. So he decided to start with looks, screen potential targets, and then investigate further.

After all, when his colleague mentioned that there were no ugly men in female-oriented novels, Yu Wei hadn't believed it at the time. But then he saw Yu Song—even a cannon fodder had delicate features and long legs. So Yu Wei believed the protagonist must be even more handsome than this small-time cannon fodder.

His main task today was to find the protagonists, and secondarily to escort Yu Song for registration.

Yu Song's dormitory was a four-person room. Yu Wei came first to check if any of the three roommates might be suspects as protagonists.

Unfortunately, when they arrived at the dorm, the room was empty. Only the bed by the door had its sheets and bedding already laid out, indicating someone had already arrived but gone out.

The dorm had beds with desks underneath, a private bathroom, and a small balcony—a very pleasant environment. Yu Wei had graduated from university five or six years ago, but seeing this dorm still made him a little envious.

Yu Song put down his luggage, rested for a while, then went downstairs to buy daily necessities. Yu Wei followed him down. The shop was packed; they couldn't squeeze in.

"Bro, you go on up. It's too hot outside."

You sure you can handle this on your own?

Yu Song had been born into wealth, always cared for by household staff. It was understandable that he wouldn't know what to buy, so Yu Wei was a bit worried.

Bro, do you really think I'm that dumb? I can buy it myself.

Yu Song begged and pleaded with him to go back. Yu Wei was practically melting in the heat, so he didn't argue further. He returned to the dorm to wait for the others and try to fish for info about the other roommates.

Yu Wei turned and walked into the dorm building. The elevator had a long line, everyone carrying luggage. Since he had nothing in his hands, he didn't bother squeezing in and instead headed for the stairs.

Yu Song's dorm was on the fifth floor. Yu Wei leisurely climbed the stairs while scrolling through work messages. When he reached the corner on the second floor, a male voice came from ahead.

Yu Wei didn't even look up; he continued up and brushed past a guy at the corner, hearing him on the phone,

"I'm in 508, the stuff isn't heavy, I can move it myself. No need for anyone to come."

In the hot weather, most people took the elevator, leaving the stairwell quiet except for the guy's phone call. As Yu Wei passed, the voice caught his ear. He paused, eavesdropped, then backed down a few steps to wait for him to finish his call.

Shi Ciyan hung up, put away his phone, and looked at the passerby who was eavesdropping without shame. He absentmindedly lifted his eyelids and met a pair of round, bright eyes. The words caught in his throat.

The person in front had delicate features, fair skin flushed faintly pink from the heat. His round, starkly black-and-white eyes were fixed on him now, with a hint of a smile in the depths, like diamonds in the dark, which was unforgettable.

Shi Ciyan dropped his eyes, picked up the suitcase at his feet, and said, "Let me through."

Yu Wei didn't seem to hear him; he stood rooted at the stairwell entrance. "You live in 508 too?"

He was on the higher step, but at the same height as the guy in front. He spoke while brazenly scanning him from head to toe, then back to his face. This face was much more handsome than Yu Song's; as a science major, he couldn't find the words to praise it. If he had to describe it, Yu Song was carefully crafted by Nüwa, but this guy was definitely Nüwa's masterpiece, with features so precise they looked measured, like the BJD dolls the new intern at his company couldn't get enough of.

Indeed, in female-oriented novels, there were no ugly men.

Was this the gong or the shou?

He didn't believe someone with such a handsome face could just be some unnamed extra.

Even if not the protagonist, he might be a villain or a minor character with a decent amount of screen time.

"Important person, keep away."

Suddenly, a dark red subtitle appeared above the guy's head. Yu Wei widened his eyes and leaned in for a closer look, but the next second, it vanished, as if it had been his imagination. Yet that one second of subtitle was enough to shock him. He was secretly delighted to have a golden finger.

"Let me through."

The guy interrupted his thoughts again. Yu Wei's mind was still full of those "important person" words; he didn't notice the distant tone. He stepped down two stairs, approached the guy, and his gaze grew more intense.

"My brother is also in 508. Let me help you carry that."

As he came close, a faint sweet banana-like scent wafted into Shi Ciyan's nose with the air. Shi Ciyan lowered his head slightly, looking down at the back of Yu Wei's neck, where he could vaguely see a bit of a pheromone blocker patch.

A fruit-scented omega.

A warm-hearted omega.

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