Chapter 6: Transmigrated as a Cheapskate Phoenix Man (6)
Yu Xinyu gripped his phone tightly. “Sang Princess” was actually Sang Qianshan’s anti-fan nickname. Initially, both his fans and manager called him Brother Sang, but anti-fans claimed he acted like a diva with a terrible temper, like a loud-mouthed princess straight out of a palace drama—hence bestowing him the name “Sang Princess.”
For some reason, seeing the messages in the group chat inexplicably reminded Yu Xinyu of the message Sang Qianshan had just sent to Cen Yu…
Panic surged in his chest. He switched out of the group chat to check the leak regarding Sang Qianshan.
It turned out to be a rumor that Sang Qianshan was joining a new reality show on Durian TV—
A slow-life reality show that supposedly invited non-celebrity friends.
Non-celebrity! Friends! Sang Qianshan!
Combining these three pieces of information, a full-blown fan war had already broken out on Weibo. Yu Xinyu ignored the commotion, his eyes fixed entirely on this single piece of gossip.
Connecting it to the message Sang Qianshan had just sent Cen Yu, he tried several times to switch his phone back to the original chat history, only to feel his hands shaking uncontrollably.
Biting his fingernails, he ultimately shoved the phone back into his pocket…
No, it won’t happen. It won’t.
Sang Qianshan would never join a reality show. Besides, even if he did, he wouldn’t invite Cen Yu.
With that thought, he slumped back against the edge of Cen Yu’s bed, silently gazing at Cen Yu’s side profile. Looking at that angel tattoo now, however, felt like an absolute eyesore.
The instant Cen Yu woke up, he felt a heavy weight resting on his arm.
Subconsciously trying to shift his arm, he found himself completely unable to move—
Sleep paralysis?!
Cen Yu snapped fully awake, turning his head with a look of horror, only to find Yu Xinyu slumping against the edge of the mattress.
He was wearing the exact same pajamas as Cen Yu.
His lower body was curled up on the carpet, while his upper body rested against the edge of Cen Yu’s bed, his head and part of his shoulder pinning Cen Yu’s arm down.
Cen Yu’s gaze shifted to the towel nearby. He guessed that after he fell asleep last night, Yu Xinyu must have come in, discovered his fever, and taken care of him all night.
At that thought, he summoned the system again—
“Was Yu Xinyu here the whole night?”
The large orange cat flopped onto Cen Yu’s blanket, licked its paw first, and only then began flipping through the recordings—
[Reporting to Host.]
[After Yu Xinyu entered the room last night, he found out you had a fever and started taking care of you. After wiping away your sweat, he looked at you for a bit, played on his phone for a while, and then fell asleep.]
—Well, that’s fine then. At least he knew to play on his phone.
Cen Yu had been genuinely terrified the system would say Yu Xinyu had stayed awake all night taking care of him while staring at him non-stop.
Cen Yu tried to yank his arm free, only to discover Yu Xinyu was holding onto it tightly.
“…” Forget it, Cen Yu thought.
Reaching out with his other hand, he grabbed his phone off the nightstand.
He noticed a message sent to him last night by someone saved as “Big Star.”
[Big Star: Moved to a new place. Bring your wife over for dinner whenever you’re free.]
Seeing this message, Cen Yu sneered inwardly.
See? The plot is definitely kicking off.
Sang Qianshan was already starting to take an interest in Yu Xinyu—in the past, he would have only invited Cen Yu over. This time, he actually thought about bringing Yu Xinyu along.
Realizing this, Cen Yu patted the cat’s head knowingly.
Then, he directly replied with an “OK” emoji.
Below that was a string of messages from his bloody boss, all containing revision notes for the proposal he had submitted last week. The boss demanded that he revise everything according to these requirements before off-work today and send it back.
“…” Heh, there’s a damned capitalist for you.
Cen Yu glanced at the timestamp and realized the message had been sent at 1:00 AM.
Good grief, he works overtime without sleeping and still forces his employees to grind alongside him?!
Does your family own this company or what?
Cen Yu had never imagined that even after taking on transmigration missions, he would still have to go to work—holding down two jobs at once, huh?
One at the Quick Transmigration Bureau, and one inside the novel.
He shot a direct reply back to Lou Baichuan—
[Cen Yu: 1]
On the other side, Lou Baichuan, who got up early to exercise, quickly noticed the message Cen Yu had sent him—
[Cen Yu: 1]
He had just returned from abroad, and his placement here was indeed a parachuted appointment.
This company was considered a fairly important subsidiary within the group. Not wanting to start directly at headquarters, he had simply concealed his identity and joined a department within this subsidiary instead.
Though called a subsidiary, it was still considered a major local enterprise.
Lou Baichuan believed he was keeping a very low profile. He drove a modest Flying Spur, thinking nobody would notice his status as a parachuted executive.
Little did he know, the moment he drove into the company’s underground garage, messages had already blown up in several company group chats—
[SOS! Suspected rich second-gen parachuted in!]
Having finished his strength training, Lou Baichuan opened his phone while walking on the treadmill. Looking at Cen Yu’s message, he failed to grasp the other party’s meaning for a moment.
—It was true that he was gay.
However, he had no intention of coming out at the company.
So what did Cen Yu mean by sending him a “1”?
Frowning as he walked on the treadmill, Lou Baichuan hesitated over how to reply—
He actually had a decent impression of Cen Yu, feeling that the man worked diligently. Although Cen Yu was cold and lacked enthusiasm, he performed his work exceptionally well, making it inevitable that Lou Baichuan held slightly higher expectations for him.
Still, that wasn’t a reason for the man to probe into his private life and orientation, was it?
After thinking it over carefully, Lou Baichuan ultimately sent back a reply—
[Lou Baichuan: I think we should strictly stick to business matters.]
Cen Yu slipped his hand out from under Yu Xinyu’s head. Getting out of bed, he looked at how such a tall guy looked rather pitiful curled up on the floor.
Just as he was about to carry him off the floor and onto the bed…
He realized… he couldn’t lift him?!
This Yu Xinyu was way sturdier than he had imagined!
While he could probably drag him up with a bit of effort, he didn’t want to wake Yu Xinyu up—otherwise, how was he supposed to maintain his cold, heartless scumbag persona?
In the end, after staring at him for a long moment, Cen Yu merely pulled part of the blanket off the bed and draped it over Yu Xinyu.
He walked into the bathroom. Just as he was about to brush his teeth, he saw Lou Baichuan’s reply—
[Lou Baichuan: I think we should strictly stick to business matters.]
“…?” What does that mean?
Cen Yu looked back and forth at the messages they had sent each other.
Lou Baichuan had dumped a whole wall of revision notes on him.
Then he had replied with a simple “1,” and the guy responded by saying they should stick to business.
Weren’t we talking about business in the first place?!!
Cen Yu’s mind was filled with question marks. As he brushed his teeth, he stared at his reflection in the mirror… while planning when to pretend to be drunk so Lou Baichuan would drive him home.
Then, he would leave Yu Xinyu and Lou Baichuan alone together.
As for himself, the drunkard, he would just lie to the side and slack off, letting the two main leads improvise freely.
Spitting out the toothpaste foam, he finished washing up, changed into fresh clothes, and left the room.
The moment he arrived at the office, Cen Yu saw Lou Baichuan already seated inside his glass office ahead of time.
Raising an eyebrow without a word, Cen Yu was just about to sit at his desk and turn on his computer when he noticed the glass door of the office opening.
Dressed in his sharp three-piece suit, Lou Baichuan leaned against the office doorframe, tapping his fingers a few times against the frosted glass.
Only when Cen Yu’s gaze shifted over did he speak up.
“Free? Let’s talk.”
