chapter 6:tearing incident

The sharp honk of a car outside shattered the early morning silence.

Xú Yànchéng lay in bed, eyes barely open, hair a complete disaster, clothes wrinkled from tossing and turning all night. His brain took a full minute to process what was happening before it finally clicked.

Oh.

Right.

Today was the day.

The day he left this tiny, cramped house and walked into a giant, cold mansion filled with strangers.

He sighed, rubbing his face. He knew it had to happen. The plot demanded it. He had no choice.

But that didn't mean he was happy about it.

There was no attachment. This wasn't his real world.

The people here weren't real to him.

This was a novel—one he had complained about before dying. The irony wasn't lost on him.

And yet…

As he stepped out into the small kitchen, his "mother" was already there, wiping her hands on her apron, eyes red. His "father" sat at the table, arms crossed, a deep frown on his face.

Neither of them spoke.

They didn't need to.

"I'll visit when I can," he finally said, voice even.

His mother gave a shaky nod. "You'll always have a home here, Chéng'ér."

His father just grunted, his face unreadable.

"Don't let them walk all over you."

The words were gruff. Short. Not sentimental.

But they stuck with him.

Something uncomfortable pressed against his chest. This isn't real. Don't get attached.

Another honk.

With one last glance at them, he grabbed his bag and walked outside.

A sleek, black luxury car sat parked at the curb, looking completely out of place in this rundown neighborhood.

The driver, an older man in a sharp suit, stepped forward to open the door for him.

Xú Yànchéng hesitated for a second.

Once he got in, there was no going back.

But hesitation was useless.

With a sigh, he climbed into the car, the door clicking shut behind him.

Almost immediately, a robotic chime rang in his head.

[Mission Completed: Move into the Gu Family]

He exhaled in relief. At least he wouldn't be killed for ruining the plot. Yet.

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Gu Family Mansion

The estate was absurdly big.

He had seen mansions in movies, but this? This was excessive.

The driveway alone was the size of a shopping mall parking lot. The house—or palace, more like—stood tall with elegant pillars, marble steps, and pristine gardens.

It was too clean. Too perfect.

It made him feel like an outsider before he even stepped foot inside.

A woman stood at the entrance, waiting.

Madam Gu.

His "real" mother. Or can say the original owners mom in the first place.

Her makeup was flawless, her clothes expensive, her posture perfect—but her eyes were red.

As soon as he stepped out of the car, she rushed toward him.

"Your soo thin," she murmured, gripping his hands tightly.

Xú Yànchéng stiffened. He wasn't used to this kind of touchy, emotional display.

"Uh… I guess," he mumbled awkwardly.

"Have you eaten?" she pressed, her voice soft but trembling. "Do you need to rest? Does your room need redecorating? You can tell me anything."

He was… not prepared for this.

He had expected coldness. Distance. Maybe even regret.

But not this.

Not guilt.

Not genuine concern.

For a second, he didn't know how to respond.

He had never felt this in this life time

Before he could say anything, heavy footsteps echoed from inside.

His "brothers" had arrived. I had seen the mention in the original novel. There were a broom for their brother. The protagonist shou ofc.

Tall. Handsome. Dressed in expensive suits.

They walked with the air of men who had never had to struggle a day in their lives. Their gazes swept over him, analyzing, judging.

Their expressions settled into something between indifference and irritation.

They didn't like him.

He could already tell.

Their eyes weren't welcoming. They were guarded, cold, and—

"Xiao Bao."

One of them suddenly smiled, his voice gentle.

Xú Yànchéng blinked.

Then realized.

They weren't talking to him.

And that nick name it was cheesy.

A familiar short, slender figure stepped into view.

Dark brown hair. Black eyes. Branded clothes.

And that damn earring.

The protagonist shou.

Xiao Bao.

Xiao. Freaking. Bao.

His new "brothers" immediately softened at the sight of him.

Protective. Indulgent. Completely biased.

Xiao Bao, on the other hand, was staring at him.

Recognition flickered in his eyes.

Xú Yànchéng didn't even need to guess what he was remembering.

The beautiful "girl" who tripped yesterday.

The beautiful "girl" his best friend tried to help.

Oh no.

His face lit up.

"You—"

Xú Yànchéng cut him off immediately.

"I'm a guy."

The air froze.

Silence.

A long, painful silence.

One of the brothers scoffed.

"Are you trying to be funny?"

Another one crossed his arms. "You're being rude to Xiao Bao."

Xú Yànchéng stared at them.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

They couldn't be serious.

No, wait.

They were.

They were actually serious.

They really thought he was bullying their precious little protagonist shou.

He wanted to say, are you guys dumb?

You people are the bullies in this situation.

But he swallowed it down.

He was not in his home turf. He couldn't start fights right away.

His original character didn't end well in the novel.

He had to lay low.

For now.

So, instead, he sighed and turned to leave.

"Excuse me," he said flatly. "I'm going to my room now."

A hand grabbed his shirt.

One of the brothers—he wasn't even sure which one—had reached out, intending to stop him.

But—

The strength of an A-Class Esper's grip was not something a normal person could handle.

The fabric ripped.

The light material of his t-shirt tore straight down the middle, exposing his bare, delicate, smooth back.

Xú Yànchéng froze.

So did the brother.

For a full second, there was no reaction.

Then—

The brother's face turned red.

"A-Ah—! I didn't mean—"

Xú Yànchéng covered his chest immediately, glaring daggers at him.

The brother looked away, flustered.

"I— I just— You were being disrespectful—!"

Xú Yànchéng's glare intensified.

The other two brothers were also avoiding eye contact, their expressions stiff.

Xiao Bao, of course, just stood there with wide innocent eyes, looking oh-so-concerned.

Xú Yànchéng had enough.

With a loud BANG, he slammed his bedroom door shut behind him.

The three brothers stood in the hallway, still processing what happened.

Xiao Bao gave them a sweet smile.

"Big brother Chéng must be tired," he soothed. "Let's not be too harsh on him."

The brothers gritted their teeth.

"Arrogant bastard," one muttered.

But Xú Yànchéng—safe in his room, pressing his back against the door—just exhaled deeply.

This was going to be a nightmare.

Is incest allowed? He shivered....

....he remembered that gang Bang scene.

The protagonist shou was under and moaning cutesy saying that he couldn't anyway more and begging ro stop while. The guys pounded into him.

Noo....the protagonist shou is the protagonist and I am just a cannon Fodder..

And we are blood related unlike the protagonist shou.

I sighed in relief as I deceived my self. I can no longer feel safe in shit world.

I WANNA GO HOME!

—END.