You're My Only Exception - Chapter 3

I slept until the following afternoon.

When I woke, Duan Changyu was still asleep.

I propped up my head and watched his sleeping face.

A faint flush lingered at the corners of his eyes beneath his long, lowered lashes.

The aggressive edge he wore while awake had faded away.

He looked handsome and peaceful.

As expected of the male lead in a novel.

He was far too good-looking!

I stared until I was nearly entranced.

How had I landed myself such a beautiful, powerful wifey?

Pink heart, pink heart, pink heart…

Wifey, wifey, my wifey!

I gazed at him in complete absorption for ten whole minutes before slipping carefully out of bed.

I found the original Chi Zhen’s phone in the nightstand.

To my delight,

Duan Changyu was actually in his WeChat contacts. His display name was DCY, a minimalist set of initials. The first message he had sent—the verification message, presumably—was simply his full name: Duan Changyu.

He must have added himself as a matter of course while the original was unconscious.

His profile picture showed one of his hands hanging over the arm of a chair, an expensive watch circling his wrist.

The skin was cool and pale, the bones delicate, the five fingers long—as finely sculpted as a work of art.

So beautiful I wanted to lick the screen.

I immediately pinned his chat to the top.

Below that

were nothing but messages from the original’s family.

This was from his father: [You know you’re supposed to serve Mr. Duan well, don’t you? Our whole family is counting on Mr. Duan to bring us back from the dead!]

This was from his mother: [Zhenzhen, behave yourself at Mr. Duan’s. Don’t throw any childish fits. It’s your good fortune that Mr. Duan took a liking to you. Your father’s company is counting on you. Be good.]

This was from his green-tea-bitch younger brother: [Ge… are you okay at Mr. Duan’s? I couldn’t sleep at all last night… Mom said it was for the family, but I feel awful. Ge, if you really don’t want this, should I go beg Mr. Duan for you…?]

I smiled.

The weather was turning cold.

It was time for the Chi family to go bankrupt.

Without hesitation, I blocked all three of their WeChat accounts and phone numbers.

I changed the original’s WeChat nickname to the one I had always used in my old world—[Must Eat Salmon Every Day].

Then I checked his balance.

The original’s parents had frozen all his accounts.

His remaining available balance was only 5,426.47.

Me: “?”

However poor a person was, how could he not even have a million in the bank??!

How was I supposed to provide for my wifey?

The System timidly poked its head out. [Host, the Duan family ranks first among Jing City’s four great families. Their wealth is almost beyond imagination… He doesn’t need you to provide for him…]

[Why don’t you worry about how you’re going to stay alive under his thumb instead?]

Me: “…”

I reviewed the original’s memories and the book’s plot.

This was one of Duan Changyu’s private villas, the place where he kept the original hidden away as his “caged beauty.”

It stood in the suburbs, absurdly far from the city center, specifically to keep the original from escaping.

In the original plot, the protagonist tried to run many times, only for Duan Changyu to drag him back every time. It was like something out of a horror movie.