Chapter 1

Xia Lanzheng is dead.

Died outside the third interview for a new job.

He suddenly suffered a heart attack and made a pious wish before closing his eyes: Please let me be a healthy and rich man in my next life, please, please.

Suddenly returning to the present, Xia Lanzheng felt dizzy at the brightly polished bathroom tiles.

He bent down, grabbed his collar, and took a few deep breaths.

Now that he's dead, what's going on?

A pair of black leather shoes appeared in sight.

Wow——

The cold liquid splashed towards him and flowed down his chin.

He could no longer ignore the pounding sound of his heart.

He is still alive.

Before I could be happy, I looked up and met a sharp gaze.

The man before him was handsome, wearing a gray knitted sweater. The sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing a blue lapel. He had a straight nose, topped by a pair of thin-framed glasses.

There was no ripple on his well-defined face, but Xia Lanzheng could sense a terrifying sense of oppression.

He leaned against the washbasin, one hand in his pocket, holding a bottle of mineral water.

"Are you sober yet?"

Xia Lanzheng did not speak rashly. Her eyes passed through the man and fell on the mirror opposite.

It’s still my own face, my skin is whiter.

Strangely, he had chest-length black hair, which, when wet, formed naturally curly strands that clung to the sides of his face. His lips were slightly raised, and he had a silver lip stud on his lower lip.

Xia Lanzheng was a little confused.

"My surname is Xia?"

"Do you really want to be surnamed Chu?"

Xia Lanzheng's pupils shrank. He had long, naturally curly black hair. He was the adopted son of the Chu family.

Isn't this the cannon fodder male supporting role in that gay stock trading novel he read yesterday? Where did this come from?

The man opposite asked again.

"Do you remember what you just said to me?"

The sarcasm and dissatisfaction in this sentence were much more obvious. Xia Lanzheng glanced at the other person subtly.

No white hair, no teardrop mole, no dark skin, and no suit welded to his body. Apart from that handsome face, he lacks all the elements of a protagonist.

It seems that this person is just like him, a tool NPC.

Xia Lanzheng breathed out half a sigh of relief, but the other half was stuck in her throat.

The original owner was a brainless cannon fodder, whose only role was to add fuel to the tragic love between the protagonists.

Because he kept courting death, just halfway through the plot, there were signs that he had fallen from the high and mighty adopted son of the Chu family to the protagonist, a plaything of his secret admirers.

Xia Lanzheng flipped directly to the original owner's ending and frowned at the melodramatic ending.

On a dark and windy night, with a cruise ship, alcohol, a deck, and sharks, the original owner was pushed overboard by the cannon fodder who had a crush on the original owner.

There was no sound when it fell.

Xia Lanzheng opened and closed her eyes, saying many times that sharks have no interest in humans.

He was so angry that he threw the book to the ground and fell asleep.

But then again, who is this person?

There are many people who hate the original owner, and in fact, many want him dead.

The man folded his hands and looked at him for a long moment: "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Actually, I lost..."

The man nodded and interrupted: "Are you trying to say that you actually have lost your memory?"

Xia Lanzheng changed the subject: "In fact, I missed the mark by a hair's breadth."

The man kept silent with a serious expression on his face, his gloomy gaze sweeping across Xia Lanzheng's face.

After a moment of silence, he chuckled, put his arm behind Xia Lanzheng, and pulled out a tissue.

"Zheng Zheng...Xia Lan Zheng!"

A drunken voice came from the corridor, causing Xia Lanzheng's hair to stand on end and her gaze to move away at the same time.

The mineral water bottle brushed past his face, drawing a parabola in the air.

The man wiped his fingertips and stared into his eyes as he spoke: "Xia Lanzheng, stay away from me."

He passed by a drunk yellow-haired man and kept a few inches away from him without making a sound.

The yellow-haired man glanced at her, not taking it seriously. He took three or two steps forward and hooked his arm around Xia Lanzheng's shoulder. "What took you so long? Are you trying to escape the bar?"

The smell of cigarette smoke made Xia Lanzheng dizzy, and the sudden physical contact made him stiffen. He hadn't yet adjusted to this body, and he frowned as he recalled the past bit by bit.

"No, I went to the bathroom."

He has striking blond hair and a light brown birthmark on the back of his hand. This is the younger brother who used to hang out with the original owner, named Yu Yang. In the book, he's a snob who bullies the weak and fears the strong. Wherever he appears, there's bound to be trouble.

Sure enough, the corridor hall was in a solemn and elegant Chinese style, with square edges and sharp corners. The word "Wanyuan" was engraved on the mahogany screen.

It is the club under the name of the protagonist Lu Yanqing.

Yu Yang kept talking nonsense, not giving Xia Lanzheng time to react. He turned into the back of the corridor and pushed open the door of one of the private rooms.

The smell of cigarettes and alcohol came with the sound waves.

Xia Lanzheng was pulled forward and stepped through the gate, and two dice rolled to her feet.

Roll out two ones.

He bent down to pick it up, then looked up again, and dozens of eyes were cast at him.

"Xia Shao, is the mission completed?"

"What did the other party say? Did they promise you?"

The voices sounded quite drunken, with obvious or hidden malice.

"Maybe she'll actually agree," one of them drawled, his eyes darting across Xia Lanzheng's face before suddenly stopping. "Why is your hair wet?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Yang looked at Xia Lanzheng and was also a little surprised.

The tips of Xia Lanzheng's hair were wet, sticking to her face. Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, and the tip of her nose was even a faint pink.

Yu Yang always felt that something had changed about him, not in his appearance, but in his temperament.

Her eyes, which usually showed dissatisfaction and irritability, were now extremely clear, and her beautiful appearance became even more delicate.

Not only Yu Yang, but others also expressed the same doubts. The box was quiet for a moment, and the eyes became hot.

A crisp voice rang out.

"What?"

Everyone's faces looked even weirder.

Yu Yang was the first to come to his senses and cleared his throat: "The mission, have you forgotten?"

Xia Lanzheng shuddered, straightened her back, and tightly gripped the dice, then listened to the question again.

"How did the other party respond?"

Xia Lanzheng remained silent. What kind of mission was it? Was it the characteristic of paper people that they only spoke half of the sentences?

"Did he ask me to stay away from him?"

It was my first time as an extra and I read my lines haltingly.

The people opposite him looked at him and sneered, "That's all?"

Xia Lanzheng's second line was obviously more confident, and he threw the dice casually.

"No, why are you asking so many questions?"

Those who are familiar with Xia Lanzheng know that this tone means that the person is about to get angry, so it is best not to ask anything.

Everyone nodded and started laughing. It was unclear whether they were praising him or criticizing him, as they were noisy and noisy.

"So disrespectful? That's not right."

"Yeah, who is so blind?"

Xia Lanzheng found a seat to sit down with a tense smile, and took a sip of the wine that Yu Yang handed to her.

It has a very vicious smell, completely different from the extravagant and decadent life I imagined.

The spicy smell had not yet dissipated when a crackling sound came from next door.

Xia Lanzheng had never seen such a scene before and almost jumped up in shock.

The people in the box laughed even louder.

"Something is broken, it's going to be fun."

Someone pushed the door open, sat down, and said something meaningful.

"The new waiter broke the wine. I don't know who is next door, but this waiter is in trouble."

A handful of cards was stuffed into Xia Lanzheng's hand. Yu Yang sat next to him and drew a "King" and threw it into the deck.

Yu Yang burped: "Huh? I just saw Mr. Lu in the next box."

The people at the card table exchanged glances, their lips curling in unison. Clearly, the name Lu Yanqing made this incident even more intriguing.

Xia Lanzheng's relaxed nerves began to beat wildly again. She threw a card randomly, which was picked up by Yu Yang with a smile.

"That's a 2, why are you playing an 8? Are you cheating?"

Xia Lanzheng didn't hear the rest of the words clearly, because at this moment, these were the few plot points he still remembered -

The protagonist who came to Wanyuan to work part-time was defeated by Song Xinghuai, who broke Lu Yanqing's collection of wine.

Lu Yanqing tried to help out, but the people at the table misunderstood him and packed him up and put him on Lu Yanqing's bed.

Xia Lanzheng couldn't stop complaining while reading.

The bottom characters in novels always have a beautiful, strong and tragic personality. It’s okay for them to work part-time in a place where there are all kinds of people, but being clumsy is also a basic problem.

But what’s even more outrageous is the cannon fodder male supporting role in the book.

The original owner relied on his background and appearance to act pretentiously in front of the three main characters and to add fuel to the fire of Song Xinghuai.

He is arrogant, two-faced, and spreads rumors everywhere.

As if he was afraid that he wouldn't die quickly enough.

Xia Lanzheng's sense of morality and desire to survive were fighting, but only for a moment.

In his previous life, he dreamed of living again with a healthy body.

Just go through the book, after all, you are here.

The plot of the original book has just begun. As long as he stays away from the protagonists, the Shura field will not burn on him.

There was still gossip in the box.

"What day is today? President Lu actually came in person?"

"I heard they're discussing a project," one person said mysteriously, lowering his voice. "Five hundred."

Xia Lanzheng listened with excitement, but didn't respond. Has inflation in novels reached this point?

The young men were not surprised and changed the subject lightly: "Xia Lanzheng, don't you want to go and take a look?"

After these words were spoken, everyone looked at him again.

The light fell on Xia Lanzheng's face. His eyelashes were thick and drooped along the curve of his eyes, making it difficult to see the expression in his eyes.

There was only a "bang" sound.

Xia Lanzheng put down her wine glass and jumped up.

He threw his hands away, and the unplayed cards hit Yu Yang's face.

Yu Yang held a cigarette in his right hand and grabbed Xia Lanzheng's arm with his other hand: "Where are you going?"

Where else can I go?

Run.

Xia Lanzheng narrowed her eyes and looked at everyone: "No, it's so boring, I want to go home."

The volume was not controlled well, and there was an unclear feeling.

Yu Yang suddenly let go of his hand as if he was scalded.

Why are this person's hands so soft?

The door was closed, and it was a long time before the smacking sound was heard.

"Why is he so anxious? Did he take the wrong medicine today?"

"Who knows? Usually when we hear Mr. Lu's name, he's the one that makes the most noise."

"You don't understand this, do you? You must have been rejected just now and feel embarrassed."

*

Elsewhere, Xia Lanzheng found his car in the parking lot. It was a blue supercar, its custom paint job nearly blinding him.

A black car drove over from a distance and stopped right next to Xia Lanzheng.

The driver waved at him: "Young Master, Director Chu asked me to pick you up."

Xia Lanzheng looked at him warily, digging out the man's name from her memory.

Driver Xiao Li.

Nothing else, just these four words.

Without knowing anything, Xia Lanzheng decided to follow the NPC to unlock a new scene. He stood up and waited for his numb legs to recover.

But then, another person in the car spoke.

"drive."

Xiao Li looked embarrassed and turned to the man and said, "Second Young Master, you heard the call just now. This is what Director Chu meant."

There are three children in the Chu family. The one called the Second Young Master should be the second brother Chu Linchuan, who is not related to the original owner by blood.

Just as they were at a stalemate, another voice came from the car: "It's okay, Lin Chuan, let him get in."

It was low but gentle, and Xia Lanzheng's ears felt itchy when she heard it.

Two minutes later, Chu Linchuan seemed to compromise.

Xiao Li got out of the car and opened the door for Xia Lanzheng: "Young Master, get in."

Xia Lanzheng was afraid of upsetting her cheap second brother, so she kept her head down the whole time and moved slowly and gently.

"A slight error can lead to a huge difference?" A familiar voice called from above. "You truly practice what you preach."

Bang.

After seeing the people in the car clearly, Xia Lanzheng's forced calmness was shut out of the car door.

Chu Linchuan was not wearing glasses at this time and glanced at him sideways.

Seeing him move his lips, Xia Lanzheng interrupted: "Don't worry, I'm carsick, I need to take it easy."

Isn't this the man he met in the bathroom? No one said he was his brother!

Xia Lanzheng unlocked her phone based on her memory and quickly found Yu Yang's WeChat.

"X: What was the mission you were talking about? I drank a little too much and forgot."

With a ding-dong sound, Yu Yang replied.

"Yu Yang: That."

"Yu Yang: Confess to the first person who enters the bathroom."

"Yu Yang: Oh, that's not important. Are you really leaving? Didn't you sneak off to meet Mr. Lu next door?"

"X:."

Xia Lanzheng put her cell phone on her thigh.

What's wrong with the original owner? How could he dare to touch his cheap second brother?

Do you want to destroy this family?

He glanced to the side again and saw the fourth person in the car. After his brain raced for two seconds, he closed his eyes heavily.

Damn it.

The welded suit appeared.