Chapter 1 Starting with Zero Frames, the Stepmother's Approach

“Mr. Chao, even if Mr. Mu isn’t home, you can’t go out drinking every day and not come back until the middle of the night, can you?”

The housekeeper spoke sternly, her eyes full of sarcasm.

Looking down at Chao Xian, who was sleeping on the sofa and had made a mess of it.

My mind was a little foggy after a hangover.

Chao Xian kept nagging in his ear, his brows were furrowed, and his head was throbbing.

There were no women in Chao Xian's studio, and besides, he remembered that he had returned to his hotel room after the celebration banquet yesterday.

Who is this person making all that noise in my ear?

When Chao Xian opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a strange woman dressed as a nanny standing in front of him.

His complexion and expression were somewhat off.

He looked at me with sarcasm and disdain, showing absolutely no respect for his master.

Chao Xian touched his head. His brain was slightly short-circuited from the hangover, but it wasn't a big problem for him. His memory was always good, and he still remembered things even when he was drunk.

But wait... what are those extra memories?

Chao Xian sat up abruptly.

The woman in front of him was startled.

She thought the person in front of her was going to hit her, but to her surprise, Chao Xian stood up and walked right past her.

Follow your memory to return to the master bedroom bathroom.

I saw myself in the mirror.

Chao Xian was stunned.

He then quickly took out his phone and dialed the number of his agent, who had been with him for over ten years.

Number not in service!

Chao Xian searched his own name again.

It clearly states above: C-list celebrity, with a leisurely lifestyle.

Chao Xian recalled a novel he had recently finished reading, which was exactly the same as his current identity and situation.

So he transmigrated into a book?

No, none of that is right.

He just won the Best Actor award and had a celebration banquet yesterday.

He hasn't even had a chance to warm up his Best Actor trophy yet!

How did I end up transmigrating into a book?

She was dressed as a cannon fodder rich man's wife.

It was because this person's name was the same as Chao Xian's that Chao Xian's assistant mentioned it to Chao Xian.

That's why I went to read this novel.

Chao Xian even learned from his assistant that the cannon fodder with the same name as him had died, and that the cannon fodder's husband had gone bankrupt and committed suicide. His adopted son, who had autism, was bullied and his fate was not good either.

Chao Xian felt as if he were dead, so he abandoned the writing.

If I had known I would transmigrate into a book.

Even if Chao Xian has to grit his teeth, he'll still keep watching.

Chao Xian looked up at the mirror. He had dyed his hair gray and it was draped over his shoulders. Even after staying up all night, his delicate and handsome features were still evident.

“Mr. Chao, I was giving you very serious advice. How could you be so rude as to leave without even listening to what others had to say? I don’t know what Mr. Mu saw in you.”

The aunt outside the door had a very loud voice.

He slipped through the door and into the bathroom, whispering in Xian's ear.

Chao Xian, piecing together fragments of her memory, connected the aunt outside with the nanny in the book who would instruct the master of the house when the wealthy tycoon was away.

Chao Xian unintentionally got into a conflict with the aunt outside.

But the auntie's voice outside was getting shriller and shriller.

The things they said became increasingly harsh.

The moment the door was pushed open, the aunt outside thought that she was the one who had persuaded Chao Xian.

He couldn't help but raise his chin.

His expression was arrogant.

"Mr. Chao, I really don't mean to target you, but I hope you can focus on your family and not go out and associate with some shady people. After all, you're not the same little star you used to be."

Upon hearing this, Chao Xian closed his eyes, leaned against the door frame, and exuded a slightly cold aura.

"Since you know you're being offensive, then don't say anything. Just quietly do your job. If you don't want to do it, then quit. If you can't control your mouth and don't want to quit, I can be the bad guy and fire you."

Chao Xian isn't a movie star anymore, so his sharp tongue won't leave him with any black marks.

Even before he transmigrated into the book, when Chao Xian became popular, there were more people criticizing him than praising him online, saying his acting was awkward and that he had undergone cosmetic surgery.

Those haters were incredibly vicious. If it weren't for his manager holding Chao Xian back then, he would probably have had countless scandals by now.

Now, no matter what he says, no one will care about him, after all, he is now just a kept man in a wealthy family.

I've discovered the benefits of transmigrating into a book!

"You..." Aunt's face was extremely ugly. She wanted to say something, but Chao Xian cut her off: "Of course, it's not that I'm targeting you. I just hope you can focus your attention on your family, not on me."

Chao Xian replied to what her aunt had said.

Turning to look at Xian, he saw the door diagonally opposite being quietly opened, and his adopted son's head popped out, having been listening for who knows how long.

She's good-looking, but she's always meek and submissive, looking like a pushover.

Chao Xian muttered to himself.

Before he could even greet his adopted son, he saw his son dart back into his room and slam the door shut as soon as his son saw him looking at him, just like a mouse seeing a cat.

Social anxiety.

Chao Xian gave his own evaluation.

Then he looked at the aunt who hadn't left yet.

Seeing that Chao Xian was no longer as easy to control as before, the aunt could only mutter in dialect before reluctantly leaving.

Chao Xian returned to his room.

He hadn't really looked at the master bedroom properly just now.

The master bedroom has a wall of bags, which are clearly carefully placed by the owner and are quite expensive.

Turning to Xian, I entered the dressing room, where many of the clothes still had their tags on.

Among them were some precious jewels and the like.

Chao Xian looked around and found all the clothes that the original owner had worn but had their tags removed, then cleared out a cabinet and neatly put them inside.

After tidying up, he smelled the scent of smoke and alcohol on himself and rubbed his slightly aching forehead.

Then he found a clean set of pajamas and took it into the bathroom.

As the hot water hit him, Chao Xian felt the temperature rise in the space caused by the hot water, and his hangover-induced brain came back to its senses.

Thinking about the plot of the book.

In the original storyline, after becoming a wealthy wife, she only did two things: she spoiled her adopted son to death and betrayed her wealthy husband.

Ultimately, he died without a proper burial.

Why don't you get a divorce and run away?

But if the tycoon later finds out that he deliberately came to swindle money, wouldn't he hunt him down to the ends of the earth?

Moreover, the original owner's money was given by a powerful figure, and he spent almost all of it on luxury brand bags and clothes. Where would he have any money left to run away?

Chao Xian felt a headache coming on the more he thought about it.

I decided to stop thinking about it.

After taking a shower, I lay down on the bed in my pajamas.

Wrapped in the blanket, I rolled around once.

His body, still weak from the hangover, went limp and drifted off to sleep.

The phone kept ringing in my ear.

Chao Xian covered his head with the blanket, but the phone's ringtone was too jarring. Chao Xian closed his eyes, his mind filled with nothing but the ringing.

Chao Xian, unable to bear it any longer, sat up, pulled the blanket over himself, and his gray-white hair was a mess.

His gray-blue eyes were filled with despair.

Taking the phone, Chao Xian looked at the unmarked phone number.

I originally intended to refuse the call, but my hand slipped and I accidentally answered it.

"Hello, are you Mu Ziyan's parent? We are from the school's academic affairs office. Would it be convenient for you to come here? Mu Ziyan got into a fight with someone at noon, and the other parent has already arrived."

Chao Xian heard the time and glanced at his phone.

It's already 2 PM.

But Chao Xian was still unhappy.

Chao Xian dreamt of the Best Actor trophy he hadn't even warmed up yet, and took it after touching it for just a second.

The phone rang.

"Hello, Mr./Ms. Mu Ziyan, did you hear me?"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't hear Chao Xian's voice and assumed that Chao Xian hadn't heard what was said clearly, so they were about to repeat it.

The young man replied in a somewhat displeased voice, "Right away."

Chao Xian hung up the phone, looking slightly annoyed. He casually put on a set of clothes, and since it was still a bit chilly in April, he put on a light trench coat over his clothes.

He then took a car key from the cabinet and went to the garage according to his memory.

Chao Xian didn't know which car key he had, so he could only press the key in the underground parking garage. He would see which car's key light was on, then get in and drive away.

The original owner had a driver's license.

He just loves drinking, so he's never used many of his cars.

Anyway, it's such a big, wealthy family.

They employed eight or nine drivers.

It's also convenient to go out.

Chao Xian never liked to trouble others, and when he wasn't working, he would drive himself around in his private life.

I won't bother my team, since they all have their own lives.

I just don't know if I've disappeared or died in my own world.

He had no idea what would become of the people in his studio.

What should the fans do?

Chao Xian dared not think about it.

This kind of thing is like a thorn stuck in your heart.

Besides, he's engrossed in a book and can't pull himself out of it now.

The school is a private school. When Chao Xian arrived, the academic affairs office had already contacted the security office. After parking his car and registering, Chao Xian was led to the academic affairs office by the security guard.

As soon as they arrived at the door, the security guard and Chao Xian heard the arrogant voice of the man inside.

"Didn't you say this brat's parents were coming? What? You're too scared to come now that you know his son hit my son? Like father, like son. Your school shouldn't have accepted this kind of sick kid!"

"Mingyang's father, I have already spoken with Mu Ziyan's parents, and they said they will be here soon," the teacher said, trying her best to reassure them.

The man, however, continued to arrogantly mock Mu Ziyan.

Mu Ziyan has autism, but to outsiders, he just doesn't like to talk and prefers to immerse himself in his own world. This doesn't affect his studies; in fact, he gets excellent grades, which is why the school accepted him.

"What an ill-mannered child! Look what they've done to my child!"

The man exclaimed.

Chao Xian didn't even take his hands out of his pockets before kicking the door of the Academic Affairs Office, instantly silencing the noisy sounds inside.

"Who are you calling ill-mannered? My son wouldn't even step on an ant at home. Where's the evidence that my son hit your son?"

Chao Xian made his move with zero frames, sitting directly on the sofa next to the timid Mu Ziyan, looking as arrogant as could be.

Seeing his attitude, the person opposite him turned pale and pushed the child next to him forward.

The child's face was covered in bruises, and it looked quite serious.

But in reality, they were just scratches and other minor injuries.

Chao Xian's gaze fell on Mu Ziyan, who didn't dare to say a word: "Mu Ziyan, look up and reach out your hand."

When Mu Ziyan heard Chao Xian speaking, he subconsciously looked up and reached out his hand.

They looked so adorable it was unbelievable.

There were no signs of hitting anyone on his hands, so the child wasn't hit by Mu Ziyan at all.

Chao Xian reached out and pinched Mu Ziyan's body.

Chao Xian's gaze was fixed on Mu Ziyan's expression, and when it touched Mu Ziyan's arm, he noticed a slight change in Mu Ziyan's expression.

He simply rolled up Mu Ziyan's long sleeves.

The wounds were visible, clearly indicating that the person had been beaten not long ago, with redness and swelling around the wounds.

Chao Xian's face instantly turned cold.

My temper, which had been under control, suddenly flared up.

"Let's go through the proper procedures for injury assessment."