Chapter 2

Now Zou Shu's sister's words had come true, and Leng Zhi now only regretted not taking the book and studying it carefully back then.

Now he only has a vague impression of the plot of the whole book, not to mention that his character is not even the protagonist, but just a cannon fodder male supporting character.

The protagonist of the novel is named Yun Jingcheng, an unknown 18th-tier celebrity. By chance, he gets an opportunity to take his nephew to a wildly popular reality show. On the show, he meets several suitors, including a movie star, a CEO, and a professor, and begins their entangled and complicated love triangle.

The original owner was a contract husband hired by Jiang Yijing. On the one hand, the original owner had some connection with the Jiang family and knew them well, which could help Jiang Yijing avoid the pressure from his elders to get married. On the other hand, the original owner was a preschool teacher and was very good at taking care of children, which could help President Jiang, who was busy managing the family business, take care of Jiang Mingzhe.

The original owner, a cannon fodder male supporting character typical of entertainment industry novels, was eccentric and arrogant. Although it was a contract marriage and he hadn't even touched the CEO's hand, he was always ambitious, wanting to become the true head of the Jiang family. However, Jiang Yijing was notoriously averse to those who fawned over him, so he didn't dare to pursue Jiang Yijing. Instead, he targeted Jiang Mingzhe, trying to make the child inseparable from him, and even appeared on variety shows to demonstrate his status in the Jiang family to the outside world.

Contrary to his wishes, he was jealous of the protagonist's ability to easily win everyone's love, so he did evil and made things difficult for the novel's protagonist and his child in the variety show. As a control group, he was severely humiliated and was soon dismissed from his contract by the CEO and kicked out of the house.

Leng Zhi could only recall so much of the main storyline. As for the original owner's style of doing things and what kind of character Jiang Yijing was, he hadn't remembered anything at all that day.

Now is not a good time to reminisce about the novel; what's more urgent is to deal with the current situation.

Before Leng Zhi could come up with a good idea, the office door opened again, and two men in black suits walked in—the Jiang family's security guard and driver. They had rushed over as soon as they heard the announcement, fearing that the young master Jiang might suffer any mishap.

They first saw Jiang Mingzhe, and after confirming the young master's safety, they saw Leng Zhi next to him and were all stunned.

If Mr. Leng was there, why would he call the police?

Leng Zhi also noticed the two men in black who entered the room. As soon as they came in, they stared intently at Jiang Mingzhe, looking like bodyguards for a CEO. They must have come over because they heard the announcement in the park.

Leng Zhi watched the two men in black exchange glances and could almost picture their conversation:

"Did Mr. Leng call the police? Or did the young master get lost and Mr. Leng just arrived here?"

"I don't know, at our speed, how could we possibly get there before us?"

"But……"

"cough!"

Thinking of this, Leng Zhi coughed and prepared to start making things up.

No matter the reason, as long as they don't suspect that he has had his soul replaced, he doesn't want to be arrested and sent to a mental hospital.

However, the scene before him was indeed difficult to explain. As the child's stepfather, he went to the police station saying that his child could not find his parents. This behavior seemed very abstract no matter how you looked at it.

Damn it, I should have asked first.

Fortunately, the two men in black didn't ask a single question.

They had all worked in the circle of the wealthy for many years. Although they had questions, they would never ask a single question—the first rule of their work was that nothing was surprising to the rich. They should ask less and do more.

Although the driver and security guard didn't ask, Officer Li, after learning about the situation, couldn't understand Leng Zhi's behavior. His face darkened immediately, and he overturned all the positive evaluations he had of Leng Zhi.

Then, Officer Li gave him a half-hour lecture on his abuse of police power.

When Leng Zhi led Jiang Mingzhe into the car, his head was still buzzing. Although it was inexplicable, at least they weren't arrested.

Without a second thought, he pulled out his phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and began frantically searching:

What procedures are required for divorce?

Which internet cafes in City S are hiring internet cafe managers?

Which divorce lawyer is the best?

The most popular MOBA games right now

Jiang Mingzhe was tired from playing, so he leaned his head against Leng Zhi's lower back, his small body rising and falling rhythmically, and you could hear soft snoring if you listened carefully.

Leng Zhi stopped what he was doing and looked at the baby in his arms.

To be fair, this is an extremely cute human cub. At this age, cubs don't have a complete sense of good and evil and only know how to torment every adult equally.

In the book, Jiang Mingzhe is a mischievous little devil among his peers. Spoiled by the servants, he, with the original owner's indulgence and scheming, "bullies" the protagonist in various ways and helps the original owner cause trouble.

Children are a mirror of their parents. Hopefully, without the original owner's malicious guidance, they won't turn into the annoying little brats in novels.

Leng Zhi withdrew his gaze, and by the time the luxury car smoothly came to a stop in the Jiang family mansion, he already had a perfect plan.

Although he transmigrated into the book, no one said he had to follow the original plot exactly—of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best.

Whoever gives birth to the child is responsible for raising him; it has nothing to do with him, a transmigrator who has no connection to the family. Why should he follow the original owner's plan?

Now that I've been given a second chance, with my left hand healthy and pain-free, it's the perfect opportunity to return to the league and fight my way back to the World Championship. I don't have time to take care of this baby at the president's house.

The most urgent thing is to get a divorce as soon as possible. He doesn't need the Jiang family's money. He can just find a job as a manager at an internet cafe, where he can get food and lodging and even have training plans arranged. With some careful planning, returning to the e-sports arena is not a dream.

Thinking of this, Leng Zhi seemed to see the championship trophy beckoning to him.

Unfortunately, transmigrating into a book is usually a solo activity, so he can't return to the top with his four good teammates from his previous life.

There weren't many servants in the Jiang residence. The original owner was afraid that the child would only be close to the nanny, and that he, as the stepfather, wouldn't be able to integrate into the family. So he made up a set of professional arguments, exaggerating his professional skills to the skies, and finally convinced President Jiang to readjust the staff in the house.

There are currently only four people: a bodyguard, a driver, a cook, and a butler in charge of housekeeping.

Without a nanny, it meant that the original owner of this body took on all of Jiang Mingzhe's care duties by himself, and he did a good job, as Jiang Mingzhe was always clean and tidy.

After all, he was hoping to stay in the Jiang family forever by relying on Jiang Mingzhe.

After getting out of the car, Leng Zhi held the sleeping Jiang Mingzhe in his arms, looked at the villa which was even bigger than the training base, and fell into deep thought.

He had no idea which room was his and which belonged to Jiang Mingzhe.

The security guard and driver stood behind him at the door, as if urging him to return to his bedroom.

Leng Zhi lowered his gaze—thankfully, this wasn't a breathing little navigator.

He pinched Jiang Mingzhe's smacking lips: "Wake up, go back to bed."

Jiang Mingzhe was still half asleep, clutching Leng Zhi's pants with one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other. Although he didn't know how he had gotten home so quickly after waking up, he still headed in one direction.

He walked around the corridor and then turned into the master bedroom.

Leng Zhi then realized that the five-year-old child was still sleeping in a separate bed from the adults.

He grew up in an orphanage. Regardless of his age, he would always fall asleep alone in a small room, facing the moonlit ceiling, lost in his bizarre imagination.

Leng Zhi, who was already in his twenties, didn't feel envious. He was even a little glad that he could find the room for two people in one go by following the little "navigator" and he wouldn't have to open each door in the house while staring at the servants' curious eyes.

Suddenly, Leng Zhi had a flash of inspiration: it wouldn't be a problem if this kid slept in the same room as him, but what about Jiang Yijing?

If even the stepfather has to sleep in the same room as the child, then the biological father must be even more likely to sleep in the same room, right?

Leng Zhi's mind conjured up some restricted images and scenes from erotic novels that couldn't be broadcast.

He immediately followed the child into the room and looked around.

There were two beds in the room, one large and one small, placed together. Jiang Mingzhe was using his hands and feet to climb onto his small bed. The large bed next to him was neatly made, with half a pillow sticking out from under the quilt.

Fortunately, there was only one pillow; that cheap husband probably doesn't live here.

Just to be on the safe side, Leng Zhi still went to sound out the servants.

The cook was preparing baby food: "President Jiang? President Jiang didn't say he was coming over for dinner tonight."

Driver: "Mr. Jiang is still away on a business trip. Should I contact him?"

Leng Zhi applied oil to the soles of her feet: "No need, no need, I was just asking casually."

I asked two people in a row, and they both said that Jiang Yijing would not be coming back. Moreover, judging from this, President Jiang must be so busy that he doesn't even live here normally.

Good, this is a safe house for now.

Now, all he needs to do is draft a corresponding divorce agreement based on the marriage contract, and he can begin his free e-sports career.

Leng Zhi was lucky; he quickly found the marriage agreement signed between the original owner and Jiang Yijing.

The agreement was casually placed in the bedside drawer, probably because they weren't worried about Jiang Mingzhe seeing it—after all, the child wouldn't recognize the words.

He opened the agreement, skipped the long contract descriptions at the beginning, and went straight to the key points:

"Party B shall assume the roles of nanny and teacher for Jiang Mingzhe as required by Party A. During the contract period, unless due to force majeure, if either party requests to change the contract, the other party's consent is required, or a penalty of RMB 30 million shall be paid."

"During the term of this contract, Party B shall not disclose the existence of this contract to any person and shall ensure that Jiang Mingzhe receives a satisfactory life and education from Party A. If Party B violates this agreement, Party B shall pay a penalty of RMB 30 million."

"Party A shall pay Party B RMB50,000 per month, and the transaction account shall be ****".

30 million?

To prevent the contract from being altered, these two figures were specially written in Chinese numerals in uppercase. No matter whether Leng Zhi reads it horizontally or vertically, it is an astronomical figure that is impossible to pay.

In his previous life, Leng Zhi could have easily paid the exorbitant breach of contract fee by emptying his savings, but now…

Leng Zhi opened his phone and logged into his bank account with his fingerprint—what if the original owner was a hidden rich second-generation?

On the balance page, a bright three-digit number immediately catches the eye:

250 yuan.

Not a penny more, not a penny less—this number seemed like a cruel mockery from the god of fate.

He then remembered that the reason the original owner was so determined to marry into a wealthy family was because he had lost a considerable amount of money at an online casino. He had a thick stack of IOUs for various installment loans. The Jiang family paid him 50,000 yuan a month, which he would use to pay off his credit card at the beginning of each month.

Therefore, his personal account was completely empty; he couldn't even scrape together 300 yuan, let alone 30 million.

Leng Zhi closed his eyes in despair.

Okay, okay, so this is how you play it?

It's just taking care of the kids, I'll do it!

You, Leng Shen, were able to raise those four idiot sons of your team from scratch and rise to the world stage. Now you're afraid of this little brat who can't even stand up straight?