Who is Helping Me Win by Lying Down [Transmigration] - Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Heavily crashing onto the bed, Chen Shu’s muddled mind grew increasingly hazy.

Before he could even open his eyes, a heavy weight pressed against him once more.

The slightly stinging sensation on his lips might have momentarily cut through his drunkenness, but it wasn’t entirely successful.

Stop messing around,Chen Shu raised his hand to wrap around Yan Jingchuan’s waist, his half-lidded gaze sweeping over Yan Jingchuan’s face. But his vision remained blurry, and he murmured softly, Let me sleep for a while.

The smell of alcohol was thick.

His breath scorched hot.

As he spoke, their lips brushed against each other—soft, burning, quickly igniting a deep flush of crimson.

Yan Jingchuan’s back stiffened, and he instinctively tried to rise, but the arm behind him held him in place.

He said in a low voice, Chen Shu—

But after just two words, their lips rubbed together again, burning hot.

Pursing his lips, Yan Jingchuan turned his face away, just as Chen Shu’s low, drunken murmur reached his ear.

What is it?

The intoxicated whisper, wrapped in warm, moist breath, brushed past his ear, as if flooding into his eardrum, leaving a tingling, subtle itch along the way—fine and dense, seeping into every crevice.

Yan Jingchuan abruptly turned his face back.

Disturbed in his embrace, Chen Shu frowned and opened his eyes.

Seeing Yan Jingchuan, he raised a hand to steady the seemingly swaying face, taking a moment to recognize him. Director Yan?

Yan Jingchuan, his face dark, pulled Chen Shu’s hand down.

Chen Shu paid it no mind, casually pressing Yan Jingchuan against his shoulder. Sleep.

Chen Shu!

Chen Shu’s eyelids twitched slightly, but he didn’t open them again.

When Yan Jingchuan finally rose from the bed, he noticed Zhang Shi standing at the door.

Zhang Shi had witnessed the entire scene and stood frozen like a wooden chicken.

By the time Yan Jingchuan turned toward him, it was too late to react. Zhang Shi could only bow his head deeply, pretending he had seen nothing.

Go get a bowl of sobering soup.

Yes, Director Yan.Hearing Yan Jingchuan’s voice, Zhang Shi still didn’t look up, immediately turning and heading toward the living room.

Yan Jingchuan withdrew his gaze.

Woof!

Wangcai was still running and jumping by the bed, raising his front paws to paw at Chen Shu’s leg, which still hung over the side.

Yan Jingchuan glanced at him, helped Chen Shu lie properly on the bed, and pulled up the blanket. Just as he was about to cover him, he saw Chen Shu frown and tug at his tie.

…Yan Jingchuan remained silent for a moment, then frowned and leaned forward, pressing a hand to his collar.

Chen Shu abruptly raised his hand, gripping Yan Jingchuan’s wrist.

Yan Jingchuan looked up, meeting a pair of eyes that had momentarily cleared—cold as a deep pool, dark and sharp.

Recognizing him, the aloof chill in Chen Shu’s eyes faded instantly. Are we there yet?

Without waiting for a response, the grip on his wrist loosened, and Chen Shu’s eyes closed once more.

Yan Jingchuan gazed at his unguarded face for a long while before continuing to undo the tie.

Zhang Shi personally went downstairs to hurry along the sobering soup. When he returned, he noticed the door to Yan Jingchuan’s bedroom was ajar and approached.

But before he reached the doorway, he saw Yan Jingchuan clumsily removing Chen Shu’s jacket.

Zhang Shi: …

Beast!

Chen Shu was completely out of it, and yet he was still thinking of pulling something like this!

Director Yan!

You weren’t like this before, Director Yan!

Zhang Shi stood rooted to the spot, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

If he went in and interrupted his boss’s good time,he’d be in so much trouble he’d have to leave with his pants full.

But the sobering soup was Director Yan’s order—not delivering it definitely wouldn’t be good either…

While Zhang Shi hesitated, he looked up and directly met Yan Jingchuan’s gaze. Startled, his hand trembled, nearly spilling the soup.

Yan Jingchuan only glanced at him before looking away.

Come in.

Zhang Shi then cautiously walked in, stopping by the bedside. Director Yan, the sobering soup you asked for.

Mm.Yan Jingchuan first helped Chen Shu sit up, then settled behind him and continued removing his jacket before pulling him close. Taking the bowl Zhang Shi handed over, he said to Chen Shu, Chen Shu, drink the soup before sleeping.

Having been woken multiple times, the furrow between Chen Shu’s brows deepened.

Yan Jingchuan said, If you don’t sober up, you’ll have a headache tomorrow.

Chen Shu had no choice but to take the soup bowl and drink it all in one go.

Yan Jingchuan handed the empty bowl back to Zhang Shi and helped him lie down again.

Zhang Shi stood by, watching as Yan Jingchuan helped Chen Shu take off his shoes and stepped back; when he began undoing the belt, Zhang Shi quickly slipped out of the room.

As he left the bedroom, he thoughtfully closed the door behind him, walked to the living room to sit down, and checked the time to estimate how long he’d have to wait idly.

But before he could even get comfortable, Yan Jingchuan emerged from the bedroom.

Zhang Shi: …

So fast?

That shouldn’t be right? Turning his head and seeing Director Yan’s clothes perfectly neat, he felt deeply ashamed.

So Director Yan was still the same Director Yan—he had been overthinking things…

Yan Jingchuan didn’t close the door, taking one last look at Chen Shu on the bed before turning to walk to the living room: Continue.

Zhang Shi nodded: Okay.

Before attending the dinner gathering, there was still unfinished work. Not wasting any time, he immediately resumed his report.

It wasn’t until late at night that he packed up and left.

After Zhang Shi departed, Yan Jingchuan returned to the bedroom, washed up in the bathroom, and walked to the bedside.

Chen Shu was still asleep.

The dim yellow light from the bedside lamp cast across his profile, softening his usually sharp features.

Yan Jingchuan watched him for a moment before quickly turning off the light and lying down.

Early the next morning, before Chen Shu was fully awake, he instinctively felt his head throbbing and raised a hand to press his temple.

Awake.

Chen Shu turned his head and saw Yan Jingchuan, already recalling last night: Was I drunk?

Mm.Yan Jingchuan replied, then his gaze suddenly fixed on the corner of Chen Shu’s mouth. He paused before continuing toward the bathroom.

Chen Shu also sat up from the bed.

The lingering dizziness from the hangover remained, and he frowned, closing his eyes to ease it.

Seeing this, Yan Jingchuan turned back and walked over to him: Still unwell?

Chen Shu said, I’ll be fine soon.

Yan Jingchuan said, Don’t push yourself. You can sleep a while longer.

No,Chen Shu said. We have to travel today. I’ll sleep on the way.

Yan Jingchuan frowned: Your health comes first.

Chen Shu looked up at him and smiled: I know.

With that, he threw off the covers and noticed the pajama pants he was wearing, raising an eyebrow slightly.

He didn’t have many memories from last night, only scattered fragments of returning from the banquet hall with Yan Jingchuan.

Did you change my clothes?

Yan Jingchuan turned around again: Yes.

He offered no further explanation, and after speaking, went straight into the bathroom.

Chen Shu watched his retreating figure, carefully thinking back but only able to recall one or two images, so he didn’t dwell on it. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up alongside him.

Arriving at the sink, as soon as Chen Shu rinsed his mouth, he felt a sharp pain inside.

He drew a sharp breath and looked in the mirror, only then noticing a wound at the corner of his mouth. It was slightly red and swollen, positioned suggestively and very conspicuous.

Chen Shu looked at Yan Jingchuan beside him: What happened here?

Yan Jingchuan’s expression remained unchanged: You bumped it yourself.

Bumped it?Chen Shu said. How could I bump it in that spot?

Yan Jingchuan replied calmly: You’ll have to ask yourself that.

Chen Shu chuckled and didn’t press further.

This matter was indeed his own fault.

He had never been drunk before, but this time he had misjudged his original body’s alcohol tolerance, leading to his intoxication. After returning last night, he had no recollection of Yan Jingchuan helping him change clothes, so it was no surprise he might have bumped into something somewhere.

Thinking this, Chen Shu’s gaze swept over Yan Jingchuan’s reflection in the mirror.

Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing.

Noticing his stare, Yan Jingchuan slightly turned his face.

Don’t move.Chen Shu held him still. What happened to your mouth?

Nothing.Yan Jingchuan turned away to put down the towel.

Chen Shu pulled his arm back. If it’s nothing, let me take a look.

Let go.Yan Jingchuan said. I have things to attend to.

Chen Shu smiled. Too busy to spare even a second?

Yan Jingchuan replied sternly, Yes.

Fine.

The grip on his arm finally loosened, but Yan Jingchuan felt a slight tension in his chest. Suppressing the urge to look back, he went straight to the living room.

Chen Shu returned to the sink to finish washing up before heading out.

Just as he stepped out of the bedroom, Yan Jingchuan’s voice came.

Finish the hangover soup.

Chen Shu complied, taking the bowl from the cart.

Zhang Shi also rose from the couch after Yan Jingchuan and headed toward the dining room.

He asked, Director Yan, are we setting off with Mr. Chen this time?

Yan Jingchuan said, Mm.

Zhang Shi nodded. Understood.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Yan Jingchuan added, You’ll ride in my car.

Chen Shu said, Okay.

The address—

Before Yan Jingchuan could finish his second sentence, a hand brushed past his throat, fingers pressing against his jaw to turn his face.

The wound at the corner of his mouth came into Chen Shu’s view.

Yan Jingchuan was slightly taken aback.

Chen Shu examined the injury, smiling as he asked, Did you bump into something to get this too, Director Yan?

…Zhang Shi watched them, first stunned, then with a resentful expression.

Enough already?

Shouldn’t there be limits to showing off?

Is having a partner that impressive??

Is it fun to bully others who dare not speak their anger?!

Perhaps his indignant gaze was palpable.

The next moment, Yan Jingchuan raised his cane and moved Chen Shu’s hand away.

Without looking at him, he said, It’s none of your concern.

Chen Shu said, Really none of my concern?

Yan Jingchuan acted as if he hadn’t heard, walking to the table and sitting down.

Woof!

Chen Shu patted the dog’s head as it jumped up. You’re getting more and more disobedient.

After seeing the wound on Yan Jingchuan’s mouth, he vaguely recalled a few disjointed images.

Wangcai’s barking.

Yan Jingchuan accidentally falling.

Like fragmented footage, but enough for him to piece things together.

Seeing the similar wound on Yan Jingchuan’s mouth, he could now mostly confirm it.

Wangcai didn’t react to his words, only licked him once, wagged its tail cheerfully, barked again, and then darted to Yan Jingchuan’s feet.

Yan Jingchuan initially ignored it, but when it jumped onto his leg, he filled its food bowl.

Looking up and seeing Chen Shu, he maintained his composure, his tone as usual.

Let’s eat.

Chen Shu smiled. Okay.

Zhang Shi glanced at Yan Jingchuan, then at Chen Shu.

But unwilling to get involved in the strange atmosphere, he faithfully followed the instruction along with Wangcai, burying his head in his meal.

After breakfast, the three went downstairs together.

The driver was already waiting by the door and opened the car door upon seeing Yan Jingchuan.

After getting in the car, Chen Shu made a call to He Qiyu.

Learning that he wouldn’t be transferring locations with them, He Qiyu’s heart sank infinitely: Chen Shu, are you alone?

Chen Shu said, No.

……He Qiyu’s face was full of despair, but knowing she couldn’t persuade Chen Shu, she could only say, Then be careful yourself, don’t get caught by the paparazzi.

After adding a few more words, she hung up.

Since the set was already prepared, everyone went straight to the filming location upon arrival.

Yan Jingchuan accompanied Chen Shu to the site, watching him get out of the car before saying, If you feel unwell, take leave and come back immediately.

Hearing this, Chen Shu turned back, resting his arm on the car roof as he leaned down to look at him: Don’t worry, I know my limits. You should go back and rest properly.

Yan Jingchuan met his gaze: Alright.

Chen Shu!

It was He Qiyu’s voice.

Chen Shu closed the car door.

He Qiyu hurried over as the car slowly started moving.

She glanced at the sedan, finding it somewhat familiar, but when she turned and saw Chen Shu, her eyes widened, completely forgetting about the car.

Chen Shu…she said, your mouth…

Such an obvious, such an imagination-provoking injury – wasn’t this clearly making people think the wrong thoughts??

Needless to say, this was definitely that clingy person’s doing!

When she wasn’t by Chen Shu’s side.

He’d use such underhanded methods to declare his sovereignty!

Author’s note: ??