Chapter 56 I'm very lucky

At 10 p.m. that night, a post on a popular online platform was pushed to the top. It turned out that a poster claiming to be Fu Yanle's elementary school classmate posted a photo of Fu Yanle as a child without any text, seemingly subtly questioning the related trending topics of the night.

The photo was slightly blurry, but the features of the young Fu Yanle were clearly visible. Apart from being much younger and more childlike than the current Fu Yanle, there was no difference; it was practically a proportionally enlarged version. A small group of netizens who didn't use Weibo then gathered below the post and engaged in a heated discussion.

Interspersed among them are several other photos of Fu Yanle (younger brother) and photos of Fu Yanle (older brother) attending gatherings.

Although these photos are from different periods, without exception, Fu Yanle is dressed elegantly in all of them, and the photos also contain a lot of information.

[The piano on the right side of the second map, if my eyes aren't blind, should be a Steinway & Sons grand piano? It costs seven figures.]

[Holy crap, he's been good-looking since he was a kid. People used to say Fu Yanle had plastic surgery, but it was all for nothing.]

Is the car Fu is riding on in picture five a Nike?

[God Nike, that's McLaren.]

[This guy looks like a rich family's young master, just out having some fun.]

Even I, someone who doesn't follow celebrities, can see this clearly: someone deliberately put on a show! A single picture that proves nothing, and all the top comments mentioning "sponsor"—they're either paid trolls or his haters.

...

As more and more people joined the discussion, the post quickly became a trending topic. Meanwhile, the comments section began discussing who was targeting Fu Yanle. Fu Yanle's fans also started sharing screenshots and photos, and the hashtag #FuYanleOldPhotos# quickly climbed to the top of the trending list, right below the negative hashtags.

#Fu Yanle met up with her boyfriend after get off work#

#Fu Yanle's financial backer confirmed#

#Old Photos of Fu Yanle#

"This is impressive." Fu Yanle rolled over, supporting his upper body weight with his elbows, and stretched his muscles backward.

The bathroom door opened, and he turned his head to look. He saw Yu Jingchen shirtless, his toned and smooth muscles taut and glistening with a faint sheen of water. His lower abdominal muscles were wrapped in a white bath towel, clinging loosely to Yu Jingchen's waist and abdomen.

It was only then that Fu Yanle realized that pure white could also be full of color.

His face was burning, but he didn't turn his head. Instead, he questioned Yu Jingchen, "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"I didn't bring any change of clothes," Yu Jingchen said, his reasoning sound and his attitude sincere. "But someone will bring them over soon."

"Oh, okay." Fu Yanle failed to find fault, so he turned to browse the comments section. "You orchestrated this, didn't you? First, you released some photos of me when I was a child, leading everyone to speculate about my birth environment, and then you pointed out that I might be being targeted, shifting the focus to the person who was targeting me."

"It's me." The doorbell rang, and Yu Jingchen turned to open the door.

Fu Yanle continued to observe the battle from the sidelines. Having been online for so many years, he had heard countless unpleasant things, but he had never taken them to heart. However, this time, the words "ex-boyfriend" had actually been brought up.

By combining fragmented information from the comments of online trolls and haters, he could piece together a complete picture of Su Fengyao, whose face had been gilded with gold.

The door was closed, and Yu Jingchen didn't go into the bathroom; he stood at the foot of the bed changing clothes. From his perspective, Fu Yanle had tucked himself under the covers, and apart from his protruding buttocks, only half of his thick, hairy head was visible.

Fu Yanle, oblivious to Yu Jingchen's gaze, continued posting comments in the comment section.

Mentioning Su Fengyao is one thing, but what does it mean to say he's greedy for wealth and a snob? These people are distorting the facts, insulting not only him, but also Su Fengyao, the "King of Living Off Women"!

You know, living off a woman is Su Fengyao's secret weapon for survival! These haters and online trolls not only forcibly erased Su Fengyao's various achievements and denied all his efforts and abilities, but also portrayed him as a down-on-his-luck rich young master who was cruelly abandoned by the "gold-digging man Fu Yanle," destroying his true persona! How painful it would be for Su Fengyao to see this!

Yu Jingchen walked to the bedside and saw Fu Yanle sighing repeatedly while looking at his phone, acting like a drama queen. He couldn't help but reach out and rub his head, saying, "Still looking at Weibo? There's nothing interesting to see."

Fu Yanle rolled over and lay on his back on the bed, saying, "Actually, I've already guessed who's behind this. Someone who doesn't like me, is willing to spend money to hire so many online trolls, and knows about my messy affair with Su Fengyao, can only be Lin Qingtong."

“According to Yaoguang’s reply, not only this time, but also the last time about the academic fraud, it was all his doing.” Yu Jingchen threw back the covers and sat down next to Fu Yanle, his tone quite annoyed. “I personally don’t understand his behavior. His own mother seduced his brother-in-law while his older sister was pregnant, acting like a mistress. The fact that they can rely on the Fu family for survival is already a testament to your generosity. Why do you keep provoking them again and again?”

Fu Yanle curled his lips and said, "Let me give you an example. For instance, I was a minor character in a book, while he was the protagonist with an absurdly strong protagonist aura. From our current perspective, he's just a clown, but from his perspective, I'm just a minor character who'll eventually die, so of course he doesn't care about me."

"..." Upon hearing this, Yu Jingchen looked down at Fu Yanle and remained silent for a long time.

Fu Yanle felt a little uncomfortable under Yu Jingchen's slightly complicated and suspicious gaze. He couldn't help but scratch Yu Jingchen's side with his hand under the blanket and asked, "Brother Chen, what are you thinking about?"

Yu Jingchen grasped his hand, his grip a little too tight, and said, "Yanle, we're going back to Nancheng tomorrow. I'll take you for a full physical exam."

"Huh?" Fu Yanle couldn't keep up with his train of thought for a moment.

“Didn’t you say you were just cannon fodder? But judging from the reality, Lin Qingtong poses no threat to you at all. If you’re going to be taken offline, it can only mean there’s something wrong with you.” Yu Jingchen was unusually serious. “You’d better come with me for a physical exam so I can check if there’s anything wrong with your body. If there is, I’ll immediately ask the top expert in the field to treat you.”

Fu Yanle paused for a few seconds, finding it amusing yet also warm inside. He turned to the side, resting his head against Yu Jingchen's waist, and said, "Don't be so nervous. I had a full-body checkup earlier this year, and the report proves I'm an absolutely healthy, muscular man!"

"Can--"

"And I have to criticize you! As a highly educated academic genius, the head of a family who handles business in the hundreds of millions every day, how can your thinking be so simplistic!" Fu Yanle pointed to his forehead, displaying the capital "wisdom" to Yu Jingchen. "I must remind you, if a cannon fodder character is to be taken offline, he may indeed have an incurable terminal illness, but he may also encounter various accidents and then kick the bucket!"

Fu Yanle's hand hurt a little from being gripped, but he didn't mind and continued, "For example, being killed by a potted plant thrown from a high place, being hit by a drunk driver while crossing a zebra crossing, choking to death on food while eating, or even being sat on and killed by someone's butt while arguing. In short, accidents are bizarre and unpredictable, and disasters are everywhere. Even a living person can be killed like this, so if an author wants to force a cannon fodder character to leave the story, wouldn't they find a way?"

Yu Jingchen's breathing quickened, and he said helplessly, "Then what should we do?"

Should Fu Yanle really still be locked up?

The room was covered with thick carpets, and the walls were covered with soft cloth. Nothing could be placed in the room that Fu Yanle could bump into while sleepwalking, to prevent him from hitting his head. The windows were designed with latticework to prevent him from jumping out while sleepwalking. The ceiling lights were recessed to prevent him from hanging himself while sleepwalking. The bathroom had no bathtub or any containers that could hold water to prevent him from drowning while sleepwalking. Then, at mealtimes, he personally fed Fu Yanle, and all the food had to be cooked until very soft to prevent him from choking.

However, Fu Yanle can still bite his tongue, and can even die in his sleep.

If someone wants to disappear, who can stop them?

Seeing Yu Jingchen's increasingly grim expression, Fu Yanle immediately climbed out of bed and straddled Yu Jingchen. He reached out and touched Yu Jingchen's face, grinning as he said, "Did I scare you? You're such a coward. I guess only I'm a real tough guy."

“But it is indeed possible, isn’t it?” Yu Jingchen raised his voice unusually. “Don’t be so gloating here. This is a very serious issue. If we don’t prepare in advance, what if… I mean, what if something really happens? It will be too late.”

Fu Yanle was taken aback by his shout, her eyes drooping. "You're so fierce!"

Yu Jingchen couldn't catch his breath and said coldly, "Fu Yanle."

"Here!" Fu Yanle immediately sat up straight, head held high, chest puffed out, his tone firm and powerful. "Reporting! I firmly believe I'm a lucky cannon fodder, after all, ordinary cannon fodder dies cleanly, but I'm no ordinary cannon fodder!"

Yu Jingchen's tone grew even colder, "Your death was more spectacular?"

"Huh!" Fu Yanle was caught off guard and immediately retorted, "You didn't grasp the point at all. Your Chinese is terrible. You must have cheated on your Chinese exams before. Your double degree and master's/doctoral degree were all bought with money! My point is—I'm very lucky!"

"What luck is there in being dead? Is it because you're rich that you can be a rich young master in the ghost world? Or is it because you're good-looking that the ghost messengers have to give you special treatment? Or is it because you're cute that the other ghosts have to make you a top star in the ghost world?"

"Because I can be reborn! Can ordinary cannon fodder be reborn? Maybe not, but a high-quality cannon fodder like me, who embodies all the advantages of the universe, can! Before rebirth, I was a pitiful cannon fodder; after rebirth, I'm your boss!"

Fu Yanle was aggressive.

"Don't think I'll let you off the hook just because you've been subtly praising me! Yu Jingchen, you bastard, we've only been talking for a short time, and you've already shown your true colors, haven't you? You've been yelling at me, cursing at me, and arguing with me. Is it my kindness that gives you the courage to be so presumptuous? Speak up!"

Yu Jingchen stared blankly at Fu Yanle, who was spouting nonsense.

"...Rebirth".

"Rebirth..."

"Rebirth".

Fu Yanle wrinkled his nose and said, "Are you doing a dialogue scenario analysis?"

"So it was a rebirth." Yu Jingchen murmured, then suddenly reached out as if to confirm its authenticity and lightly slapped Fu Yanle's face.

Although it lacks Daihito's power, it possesses Daihito's spirit.

Fu Yanle had lived two lives, and this was the first time he had ever been beaten so badly. Moreover, the person who longed for death was not some other suicidal beast, but Yu Jingchen, the same Yu Jingchen who had been so gentle to him just an hour ago!

"..."

Fu Yanle was confused, angry, aggrieved and helpless. Before he could calm down, he suddenly raised his hand and gave Yu Jingchen a powerful and soulful slap!

"Smack!"

"Fuck your ancestor Yu Jingchen, you damn brat!"

Author's Note:

That made me laugh. I'd slap him across the face.