Chapter 1: New Life

Chapter 1: New Life

It was early spring.

After several days of drizzling spring rain, the dim sky was occasionally accompanied by rumbling thunder.

The bed curtains inside the room hung half-drawn, and the person sprawled within had striking features, with a pair of large, deer-like eyes.

The thunder nearly scared him out of bed, and the next instant he grimaced, like he was in agony.

This was Chen Shuoan's second day since transmigrating.

It was also day two of him lying flat on his back after getting the crap beaten out of him.

He had transmigrated into a web novel aimed at women titled *The Tyrant Prince's Beloved*.

Chen Shuoan curled up, burying his small face into the soft cotton quilt, racking his brains to recall.

Yes, he had become a throwaway character in this book, with a villainous dad on top of that.

At that thought, Chen Shuoan closed his eyes and smiled serenely.

God, I'm done calling you "Grandpa"—you've really made a fool out of me.

From what Chen Shuoan knew, the original body was the only son of the Grand Tutor, a spoiled young master everyone doted on, never allowed to lift a finger.

The villainous Chen Jingxian bore the empty title of Grand Tutor but was all talk and no substance.

Originally, his ancestors had rendered meritorious service in assisting the founding emperor, and the current emperor, recalling this favor, gave Chen Jingxian the title of crown prince's tutor, but it was just for show.

He was basically coasting on his ancestors' coattails.

Though lacking in real talent, he doted on his son immensely, which spawned a reckless, troublemaking brat like Chen Shuoan.

The original body raised hell in the book until one day he met the Fourth Miss of the Su family—the female lead—and fell in love at first sight. From then on, the gears of fate began to turn.

As the saying goes, you always want what you can't have.

The more Su Qingwan looked down on the original body, the more Chen Shuoan wouldn't leave her alone.

He didn't even crack the top ten side characters, but he sure knew how to get himself killed.

A few days prior, he and his worthless friends had set her up, planning to swoop in and save the day.

But the trap worked—except he got caught red-handed by Qin Zhonglian, son of Duke Zhenguo—the third male supporting character. The plan went off without a hitch—except the hero turned out to be Qin Zhonglian.

Qin Zhonglian didn't hold back; the original body got the living daylights beaten out of him and was left sprawled on the ground like a beached whale.

Qin Zhonglian played rough; the original body was beaten to the brink of death and only found by his family the next day, by which time the original soul was already long gone, replaced by the current Chen Shuoan.

If even the third male supporting character was this terrifying, wouldn't the tyrant prince, if he found out Chen Shuoan had eyes for Su Qingwan, skin him alive and give him a one-way ticket to his next life?

If he could just stay away from the main cast, he'd happily live in a mansion and drive a fancy car.

As for why Chen Shuoan knew all this so clearly—he'd had the luck of reading the book.

As everyone knew, "crispy sharks"—a meme for broke, fragile college students—were basically the mascot of modern students.

Chen Shuoan had been hospitalized because his platelet count hit zero. Lying in the hospital bed scrolling through videos, one of those ads popped up on his screen.

Then his phone, like it got hacked, automatically jumped to the novel's reading interface. Turning it off and on again didn't do a thing.

Chen Shuoan had no choice but to power through it to kill time.

Unfortunately, he ultimately died of intracranial hemorrhage, dying in tears as his counselor screamed bloody murder.

And then he transmigrated into the current Chen Shuoan.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but worry about his future fate.

The young servant waiting outside approached the bed to change his medicine. Seeing his worried expression, he misinterpreted it and tried to console him.

"Young master, don't worry too much. The master's already gone to Duke Zhenguo's place to demand justice. Young Master Qin's the one at fault—we've got the upper hand."

Chen Shuoan: "..."

But I'm the one at fault. I've got no leg to stand on.

The servant sighed again, eyeing the bruises on his back.

"The master said that in a few days, the emperor's sending the Sixth Prince to the Chen estate—supposedly to check on you. You've gotta heal up by then."