When Lan Yu transmigrated into a pure urban romance novel, the original host was in the middle of running away from home. Lan Yu immediately decided to see the runaway plan through—who wanted to go back and be a minor cannon fodder pushing the plot forward?!
Then, one day, he pushed open the door to his rental apartment and froze instantly.
A vast, red and black sky and a gigantic mansion appeared where his ten-square-meter rental room used to be. A massive black entity, too large to see in its entirety, was crouched on the mansion, extending a rotting hand toward him.
A small cake with a blue-flamed candle appeared on the hand. “Welcome home. Mom and Dad prepared dessert for you.”
Lan Yu was stunned. Where was the urban romance novel? Where was his urban romance?
Lan Yu asked, “What would happen if I ran away from home again?”
Mom and Dad replied, “Don’t do that, darling. You might as well just die.”
Lan Yu choked.
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At a department gathering, Lan Yu politely stated, “My family requires that I don’t drink alcohol.”
“You’re the newest hire in the entire department. If you don’t drink, are we supposed to drink and show you how it’s done?!”
Lan Yu hesitated and drank a little.
The next day, the department manager suddenly took an unexplained leave of absence. No one noticed that Lan Yu’s face was equally pale.
Lan Yu had personally witnessed one of his older brothers—a formless entity resembling sludge—follow the manager through his phone to have a “discussion.” The manager’s sharp, terrified screams still echoed in his ears.
“You got paid? Aren’t you going to treat me, the person who introduced you to the job, to a meal?” asked one of his few friends.
“I have to hand my salary over to my parents for safekeeping.”
“Wait, you’re an adult. They still manage your money? You don’t even have the freedom to treat someone?”
Lan Yu replied, “But I can apply for permission.”
Three days later, the two emerged from a lavish, ultra-high-end restaurant.
Standing at the hotel entrance, his friend said, “The number of digits on that menu made my legs weak. Is your salary enough for this?”
Lan Yu replied, “I don’t know. My sister paid.”
His friend questioned his life choices: “Are you a rich second generation?”
Lan Yu questioned his life choices times two: “Maybe? Probably? Perhaps?”
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It wasn’t until Lan Yu’s real biological family found him that he realized the original host’s family was not the bizarre, eerie household he was currently in.
His identity when he first entered this bizarre family wasn’t the youngest son, but the youngest son’s partner?
Lan Yu stared blankly at his own shadow beneath his feet. His fiancé—the Shadow of the World—drew a smiling face on the shadow, grinning dangerously at his beloved.
Raw Novel Name: 穿書後被詭異全家按頭寵愛
