Chapter Index

    Chapter 1

    “Lin Sui? Lin Sui, are you there?”

    Outside the dressing room, a frivolous-looking man knocked on the door, his face full of teasing, malicious smiles.

    He knocked on the door, his voice gentle but laced with anxiety.

    Lin Sui opened his eyes to the sound and found himself in an unfamiliar room, sitting in front of a makeup mirror. The reflection staring back at him wore garish makeup, and he blinked in confusion.

    Shouldn’t he be in the sanatorium?

    Where was this?

    What was he doing here?

    Countless questions swirled in his mind. The calls from outside the door grew more urgent. Lin Sui rubbed his temples and subconsciously tried to push the wheelchair to the door, but the next second, he froze, staring at the chair beneath him.

    It wasn’t the wheelchair that had been with him for over twenty years, but an ordinary chair.

    The strangeness of his ignored body gradually became obvious. A thought suddenly popped into his head. Lin Sui held his breath and tentatively moved his leg after a few seconds.

    The action, which should have only existed in his imagination, happened with undeniable clarity before Lin Sui’s eyes.

    His leg… was healed?

    Lin Sui was so excited that he couldn’t speak, his heart almost leaping out of his chest. After a long while, he slowly supported himself on the table to stand up. When he let go and remained standing steadily, tears instantly welled up in his eyes, blurring the makeup on his face.

    “Lin Sui? Lin Sui, are you in there? Open the door quickly, we’ll be late if we don’t leave now.”

    The person inside hadn’t moved for too long, and the man outside grew impatient. The gentle tone became difficult to maintain, revealing a bit of his true feelings.

    Lin Sui barely recovered from the ecstasy and shock of his healed legs. He subconsciously reached out to open the door, but a massive wave of memories flooded his mind, and he swayed a few times before regaining his balance.

    His round almond-shaped eyes widened bit by bit, revealing a blankness that bordered on extreme shock.

    He had transmigrated into a book.

    He’d become the villainous male supporting character in the dog-blood novel he’d read before bed, the cannon fodder shield male wife of the protagonist Gong, who, after a series of self-destructive actions, would have his legs broken and be thrown into the streets to fend for himself.

    Lin Sui quickly touched his now healthy and complete legs, nervously swallowed, and quickly sorted through the sudden influx of memories. The hand he placed on the doorknob recoiled as if shocked, and he patted his chest as if having narrowly escaped death.

    Combining his memories with the plot of the book, he was basically certain that this was one of the self-destructive actions of the male supporting character in the novel—eloping with the antagonist at the wedding, who had deliberately seduced him to embarrass the protagonist.

    In the novel, the original Lin Sui had indeed succeeded, failing to appear at the entire wedding, leaving the protagonist alone to face everyone’s ridicule.

    Of course, the antagonist hadn’t actually taken him away but had abandoned him at the train station, running away himself.

    Remembering his fate after the protagonist turned the tables in the book, Lin Sui took a step back with utmost determination—today, even if the Heavenly King himself came, he wouldn’t let him open this door!

    Zhang Xu had been knocking on the door continuously for five minutes without a response, and the expression on his face was so gloomy that it could drip water. He glanced down at his watch, only fifteen minutes left before the wedding was scheduled to begin, not enough time to get far.

    He cursed and kicked the door, glancing unwillingly at the closed door before stomping off.

    Lin Sui flinched at the sound of the kick, grabbing the clothes rack leaning against the door, ready to hit the man if he tried to force his way in.

    After a while, the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and he breathed a sigh of relief, turning to look at his current body in the mirror, then choking.

    Who was this man in the mirror with a face smeared with thick, ruined makeup, looking like neither man nor ghost!

    Lin Sui was shocked and horrified, quickly washing off the makeup until he was sure there wasn’t a trace left before cautiously looking at the mirror.

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