What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 52
Yan Yi lunged at Feng Jiye like a madman after hearing those words. His punches and kicks continued but lacked their earlier brutal force—whether from exhaustion or something else.
“That’s my girlfriend! My wife! You can’t touch her!”
My wife!! No one would believe Yan Yi—of all people—would ever consider marriage unless they heard it directly from his bloody mouth in this very moment.
You can’t touch her!! She belongs only to me. She’s part of my flesh now—the most important part. No one gets to take her from me!
“Stop fucking dreaming!” Yan Yi’s voice was hoarse. His reddened eyes burned with hatred and rage—yet also deep sorrow.
Sorrow for what?
Deep down, Yan Yi knew men like them had pre-destined paths. Their families carefully arranged every life stage. Follow the script—gain power and prestige while strengthening the family’s foundation.
He and Feng Jiye were no exception. Someday, they’d enter key government positions, marry women chosen for political alliances, and breed the next generation to repeat the cycle.
How pathetic. Yet commoners would kill for such privilege. Why complain?
But outsiders never understood. While normal kids played in mud and parents pushed swings—while ordinary people worried about daily survival—what kind of lives did they lead?
Different upbringings create different values and different dreams.
So now they fought wildly—clutching at the last shreds of youthful freedom. Creating memories they could recall without regret in their gilded cages.
Then the apocalypse came. It destroyed old rules and threw a girl into their path.
They fell hard. The end of the world gave them love—a place for their hearts to belong.
Shouldn’t they be grateful?
But why did it have to be the same girl? Yan Yi grieved—for himself and for Feng Jiye.
Because for their kind—once serious—it’s fight to the death.
Meanwhile on the Helicopter
Xue Zhixiao watched the focused young general piloting with obvious delight.
God—men look hottest when working!
Okay Xue Zhixiao—wipe that drool.
How did the original novel describe him?
A born commander.
They say finding one true general is harder than recruiting a thousand soldiers. Even his closest aides never fully grasped his battlefield strategies during missions—let alone their long-term implications.
His tactics were studied in military academies as masterclasses—recorded and analyzed frame by frame after each operation.
A man of unfathomable depth who acted with lightning decisiveness once committed.
Basically a walking hormone factory!!
Xue Zhixiao—close your mouth. You’re literally drooling.