Chapter 5: I Didn’t Wake Up, Do You Believe Me?

“Hungry, so, hungry, ah, I’m starving to death!”

Ye Feng, who was lying on his side inside the cage, only felt weak and powerless all over his body, requiring a huge amount of effort just to speak; he felt that if he did not consume food soon, he might truly starve to death.

He recalled his school days when, in order to fit in with his questionable friends, he had used a month’s worth of his living expenses to buy the latest model of an iPhone, resulting in him only being able to survive on pickled vegetables with steamed buns or instant noodles for the rest of the month.

Even during the last few days of that month, he barely ate anything, yet he had still stubbornly endured through it, even feeling it was so easy.

But right now, he only wanted to say.

So easy my a*s!

Starving to the point where one’s stomach sticks to one’s back—have you heard of it? Ye Feng expressed that not only had he heard of it before, but he was also experiencing it right now.

Heh, has this grand daddy just transmigrated only to starve to death?

Senior transmigrators, ancestors of the Ye family, I, Ye Feng, have failed you all!

If heaven would give me another chance, I would say three words.

He felt his thinking becoming a bit chaotic, thinking about this for a moment and that for a moment; perhaps this was the psychological activity before a person’s death?

Speaking of which, how did he transmigrate in his previous life? Normally, standard transmigrations seem to happen after death, or after doing something particularly meaningful, like rewarding oneself or something—so what did he do to transmigrate?

Mm… he couldn’t remember?

It was a bit strange, but he did not want to think so much right now.

His body grew weaker and weaker, leaving him completely unable to exert any strength; he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he didn’t even have the strength to speak anymore.

Looking at the black cloth covering the cage, there was only despair.

His consciousness grew more and more blurred, and he seemed to see an angel extending a hand, wanting to bring him close to heaven.

Who would have thought that he, Ye Feng, had been a goofy guy his entire life, yet his final destination wasn’t hell, but actually heaven; it’s a pity this angel doesn’t smile, it would be great if she could smile a little.

Once he arrived in heaven, he would definitely file a complaint against this angel and thoroughly question how God chooses angels, choosing such a b*tch-like thing?

Mu Yuchen poked the little man inside the cage with her hand; looking at his unmoving appearance, could he be dead?

It wouldn’t matter much if he died, it was just a pity for her seven million, spent in vain.

Ye Feng felt that this angel was a bit foolish, standing there without moving instead of quickly bringing him to heaven; what was she standing there blankly for?

So he blinked his eyes, signaling her to hurry up and not waste time!

“Are you still alive?”

Mu Yuchen frowned, stood up, and pulled out her phone, preparing to make a call.

Ye Feng’s consciousness was a bit more blurred, but that did not mean he couldn’t hear this sentence; although he couldn’t understand why this angel would say words like whether he was still alive, what the hell was up with that disappointed tone?

“After it’s done, prepare a room for him.”

“Let’s leave it at that.”

After speaking, Mu Yuchen directly hung up the phone, cast one final indifferent glance at Ye Feng who was still in the cage, opened the door, and went to work.

F*ck, why did this angel leave? She wasn’t just passing by, was she? Am I really still going to hell after all?

Or is it that I don’t even have the qualification to be taken to hell or heaven, and can only become a lonely, wandering ghost?

Watching the angel depart from him, Ye Feng’s consciousness also reached its limit, and he slowly closed his eyes.

In his sleep, he felt as if he was picked up by someone, and his arm seemed to be pricked by someone, but why did he feel like his little brother also moved a bit?

An illusion, it must be an illusion!

But was all of this truly an illusion?

Time passed minute by minute, and the sun, unable to bear the fatigue, slowly traveled toward the direction of its home; in the blink of an eye, evening had already arrived.

Ye Feng sluggishly opened his eyes, and what met his vision was an IV bottle connected to the back of his hand; although he wasn’t clear about what was being dripped into him, his body didn’t seem as exhausted and hungry as before.

However, there was still a sort of weak and powerless feeling; moving even a little bit brought a wave of soreness to his heart, so he simply gave up struggling and lay quietly in place, staring at the ceiling.

What on earth was he doing?

Matters had completely failed to develop the way he had imagined.

Perhaps from the very beginning, he had set his own positioning incorrectly; was he—or rather, were men in this world—truly important in the eyes of the women of this world?

Did he truly count as a human being in their eyes?

Recalling the angel he had seen, heh, she must be his buyer, right? To think he had even considered her an angel—angel my a*s.

To be honest, thinking about this made Ye Feng feel a bit of terror; he could accept eating soft food, but he absolutely would not accept the other party not treating him like a human being.

Rather than that, it would be more direct to just have his kidneys harvested by someone… uh, of course, using anesthesia would be best!

Just thinking about how he would be stepped under someone’s feet in the future, without even the right to be a human being, perhaps even being forced by someone to call them master, or learn to bark like a dog, or lick someone’s feet, or being pressed onto a bed by someone where he could only cry out yamete—tsk tsk, that kind of scenario, cough cough, he was absolutely not excited, absolutely not!

Ye Feng could not help but blush; his mouth spoke of rejection, yet why was this body more honest than he was? Could it be that he had a bit of a masochistic trait?

Impossible, absolutely impossible; even if he were beaten to death, it would be impossible for Ye Feng to admit this point.

Mu Yuchen, who had just gotten off work, was in an exceptionally good mood; there were no troublesome matters today, and tomorrow was another rest day, so she could have a good day of rest and, by the way, properly handle that little man.

She was considering that if Gu Yuxin bowed her head to her and the Gu family fully supported her, she wouldn’t mind giving this little man to Gu Yuxin.

Opening the door, the first thing that met her eyes was that opened iron cage; thinking about the weak appearance of the little man this morning, Mu Yuchen decided to go check on him first—if this guy died, then when Gu Yuxin really bowed her head to her, she wouldn’t have a gift to give.

Sweeping her gaze across the hall, she quickly locked onto a room; she was very familiar with the layout of the entire room, and a man moving into her space was bound to bring massive changes, such as a room with the lights turned on.

Casually throwing the bag in her hand onto the sofa, she quickly walked into that room, pushing open the door only to see that little man lying on the bed, still wearing that school swimsuit.

It looked like she needed to prepare a few pieces of clothing for him.

Slowly walking to Ye Feng’s side, Mu Yuchen finally studied this little man carefully.

The little man had well-defined, angular facial features, a head of thick black hair that looked a bit messy, and the eyes beneath his delicate brows were tightly closed, preventing people from seeing his gaze, which was truly a bit of a regret; he had a high bridge of the nose, red lips of moderate thickness, small and cute.

Mu Yuchen’s gaze moved downward and saw that slightly twitching Adam’s apple, which seemed to express its owner’s current state of mind; looking at those arms again, fair and smooth, making her unable to resist wanting to stroke them—as her gaze advanced, Mu Yuchen also noticed a scar on the back of his left hand.

Seeing this scar, Mu Yuchen actually felt a slight twinge of heartache, as if a perfect object had been blemished with a wound, making one exceptionally protective and pitiful of him.

As her vision continued downward, Mu Yuchen involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva; she really wanted to unscrupulously invade and violate him!

Mu Yuchen licked her lips; she only felt that her mouth was dry and her tongue parched right now, wishing she could immediately take care of this little man.

Especially when she saw his fair thighs and his slightly reddened, delicate feet, this thought became even more intense.

“Gulp!”

Ye Feng: Hehe, if I say I didn’t wake up, do you believe me?

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