Chapter 1 Strange Visitor
I woke up to find I'd transmigrated into a romance novel called The President's Sweet Little Wife and become the male lead.
I'd arrived right at the plot point where Huo Chichen was supposed to have his first "deep exchange" with the heroine Lin Yan at his home.
A man in a suit delivered a bag.
He bowed respectfully. "Mr. Huo, the items you requested."
I took it blankly, and he left immediately.
I opened the bag. Lace lingerie!
There were several toys underneath.
"Fuck." My hand shook.
I'd lived thirty years and was still a virgin. I'd never seen anything like this.
I tossed the stuff onto the living room table.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
I opened the door to a person in a red bodycon dress, flaming red lips, and big waves of hair, smiling at me.
"Mr. Huo, I'm here."
Her voice was low, with deliberate ambiguity and a distant undertone. Her enunciation was clear, but she was forcing a higher pitch. It sounded off.
I froze for a second, unable to believe this was the heroine.
She had to be at least six-two, with shoulders wider than mine. The novel described her as "petite and lovely" with a "willow waist."
"Mr. Huo?" She tilted her head, eyes full of confusion. The girlish gesture looked completely wrong on that frame. It screamed cross-dressing.
I'd always liked petite and cute types. Lin Yan wasn't bad—just not my type.
But she'd come all this way. Out of politeness, I stepped aside. "Come in."
When she bent to change shoes, her back muscles nearly split the dress. My men's slippers, which fit me perfectly, left three centimeters of her heel sticking out.
"Make yourself comfortable." I smiled, frantically trying to recall the plot.
In the original novel, Huo Chichen got Lin Yan drunk and did whatever he wanted. The next day, she limped to work.
Lin Yan sat on the single sofa, scanning the room. Her gaze stopped on the coffee table.
I followed it and felt my blood freeze. The lingerie was still there, rabbit-ear headband peeking out.
Her eyes changed instantly. Those heavily lined eyes narrowed.
I lunged forward, grabbed the stuff, and shoved it into the trash.
Face burning, I said, "That was, uh, a friend's prank!"
Lin Yan looked up at me, brows smiling. "It's fine. I don't mind."
But for some reason, her smile didn't reach her eyes. It felt cold.
"You haven't eaten, right? I'll cook. Be right back." I fled to the kitchen.
She was too weird. I didn't want to face her.