QT: The Rescue Of The Miserable Bigshots Chapter 344 - 11.17

Zhou Mushen smiled faintly. His tone was gentle, refined like that of a well-mannered servant, yet his words carried the confidence of a domineering CEO. "You will have everything you want anyway."

Jiang Jiamian tilted his head and smiled back without saying a word.

Was this a full admission?

"But now I’m curious. Is your na Zhou Mushen, or Shen Muzhou?"

Zhou Mushen bent down and picked up another piece of clothing, hanging it neatly on the hanger. "A na is just a code. Whether it’s Zhou Mushen or Shen Muzhou doesn’t make much difference."

Jiang Jiamian rolled his eyes."If you put it that way, then I have sothing to argue with you. If nas are really just codes, then I can call you Zhou Mushen or even..."

He paused deliberately, then smiled maliciously. "Xiao Zhu - little piggy, anyway, it’s all just a code, right?"

Zhou Mushen: "..."

He was choked by the words for a long mont. Even his usually calm expression cracked slightly. After pressing his tongue against his teeth, he finally forced out two words, each slow, stiff, and heavy: "Shen Muzhou."

Jiang Jiamian froze."Shen Mu Zhou is actually your real na?"

He turned to stare at him in disbelief. "Your real na?! In this day and age, there are still people who use their real nas as usernas on novel websites?!"

Zhou Mushen, no, Shen Muzhou, pressed his lips together before his expression returned to calm. "What’s wrong with that?"

His identity was deeply concealed. Even if he used his real na, authors, readers, and editors wouldn’t know what Shen Muzhou truly represented.

What difference was there between that and a virtual userna?

Jiang Jiamian laughed. "What’s wrong with that? No, you’re really calm."

Then his gaze sharpened. "So tell , what exactly are you doing in my house, Shen Muzhou? What are your intentions?"

Shen Muzhou looked at him and replied in a tone as casual as if he were announcing dinner. "I’m here to urge you to update."

"Pfft!"

Jiang Jiamian burst out laughing so hard he nearly fell over. He pointed at Shen Muzhou, completely losing control.

"Urge to update?! You impersonated a housekeeper, ca to my house, did my laundry, cooked, made my bed, and you’re telling this is to urge to update?! Your thod of urging updates is extrely unique, and the price you’re paying is way too high!"

Shen Muzhou finished hanging the last piece of clothing. He closed the wardrobe door slowly, then turned around and walked toward Jiang Jiamian.

"What are you doing?"

eting his cold gaze and seeing him approach, Jiang Jiamian instinctively pressed himself back into the chair.

In just a few steps, Shen Muzhou was in front of him. His hands ca down on the armrests, trapping Jiang Jiamian in place with no room to retreat.

He leaned down slightly. His handso face filled Jiang Jiamian’s vision, and his deep, magnetic voice brushed against his ears, "Whether the price I pay to urge you to update is heavy or not doesn’t matter, but the price you pay for stopping updates will definitely be heavy."

The combination of that low voice and the cold, handso face so close made the tips of Jiang Jiamian’s ears burn red.

He unconsciously licked his slightly dry lips, looked up at Shen Muzhou, blinked, and asked a question he already knew the answer to. "Oh? How heavy?"

Shen Muzhou’s eyes darkened. His breathing grew heavier.

The next second, his hand rose and gripped Jiang Jiamian’s neck precisely. Before Jiang Jiamian could turn away, Shen Muzhou lowered his head and bit his lip.

Their lips tangled. Breath tangled. Heat surged instantly.

The chair, the bed, the room, everything blurred into a single, overwhelming battlefield, reason drowned by desire.

The sun climbed higher, feeding the flas, as if the air itself had turned red-hot.

Sowhere in the transmigration chat group, a familiar ssage suddenly appeared.

[Lone Commander: Send a gift. You know what I an. @I can’t think of a na]

When Jiang Jiamian opened his eyes again, he jolted awake and tried to sit up, only to gasp and collapse back onto the bed as pain surged through him.

"Slow down." A voice said calmly. "What’s the rush?"

The culprit stood beside the bed, stirring a bowl of soup.

"What’s the rush?" Jiang Jiamian forced a bitter smile. "I was posting my Chapter yesterday when you pulled this stunt. Now I wake up and it’s already the next day! You ruined my plans! We agreed to submit and apply for a contract yesterday!"

He’d just found a new website, contacted the editor, and confird submission, only to break the promise imdiately.

All because of this guy, he thought resentfully.

"No rush." Shen Muzhou said.

He supported Jiang Jiamian with one hand and pulled him gently into his arms so he could lean against his chest. "Eat first. Then rest. You speak, I’ll write. It’s only one day late. It’ll be fine."

Jiang Jiamian looked up at him. "You’ll write?"

Shen Muzhou nodded seriously. "My typing speed is decent. Besides, your pen na is Zhou Mushen. Since you call Zhou Mushen, it wouldn’t be right for not to write. I can’t just take the na for free, can I?"

Jiang Jiamian: "..."

You make such a good point that I have nothing to say.

"School bully? School prince?"

However, when Jiang Jiamian actually began recounting his mories from the first world, Shen Muzhou, who had promised to help him type, quickly turned pale.

Before long, his expression darkened completely.

"You used your own na as the protagonist?" He said in disbelief. "So you projected yourself into the story? And the school prince is nad Qi Yan?! No. Absolutely not. I don’t agree. Change the school prince’s na to mine."

Jiang Jiamian: "..."

Dude.

That is you!

You two are literally split souls of the sa main soul!

What is this?!

Are you jealous of yourself in another world?!

Jiang Jiamian was on the verge of tears. "It’s just a novel. A na is just a code na, you said that yourself. Besides, this is a quick transmigration novel. If we follow your logic, then every world would need a miserable bigshot nad Shen Muzhou. Is that even reasonable?"

Can’t you just let write quietly for once?!

Shen Muzhou remained silent for a long ti, his face dark, before suddenly slamming his hands onto the keyboard as if he’d made up his mind. "You can only be mine."

Jiang Jiamian: "..."

Damn it.

How was he supposed to explain that the two of them had originally been one person?

No one would believe sothing like cross-world soul splitting.

Wait...

Jiang Jiamian’s pupils constricted slightly.

This so-called split soul possessed ingrained affection for him and countless subconscious behaviors in every world. If he really told him the truth... Shen Muzhou might actually believe it.

But the real problem was...

He couldn’t say it.

Writing it as a novel was fine. No one would take it seriously.

But if he directly told Shen Muzhou that he was one of those miserable bigshots, it would violate transmigration rules.

He would be forcibly sent to a punishnt world.

And perhaps, just like last ti, this man would pay an imasurable price to save him.

Not telling him would hurt Shen Muzhou.

Telling him would bring disastrous consequences.

Jiang Jiamian felt montarily agitated.

His tone turned sharp. "I’m yours. The person is yours. But when I write a novel, I have to consider the plot. You promised to help write, so why are you cutting nas now? What’s with all this substitution nonsense? Do I really have to use your na? It’s pure formalism. Do you want to carve your na on my forehead too? Hm?"

Shen Muzhou: "..."

What did he even say wrong?

Wasn’t jealousy normal?

Then why was Jiang Jiamian the one getting angry first?

Despite the jealousy and frustration churning inside him, seeing Jiang Jiamian’s expression darken further, Shen Muzhou wisely chose to retreat.

Coaxing him was more important.

Shen Muzhou softened his expression, stood up, walked to the bedside, and gently patted Jiang Jiamian’s back as he turned away angrily.

"Don’t be mad. I’ll write..."

Jiang Jiamian huffed and didn’t move.

Shen Muzhou swallowed his jealousy and said quietly, "I’m sorry. I was too domineering. You’re right, it’s just a novel. Everything serves the plot. I shouldn’t have been so fixated on it. The important thing is that you’re in my arms. There’s no school prince, no Qi Yan. He’s just a fictional character."

Jiang Jiamian felt utterly aggrieved.

Who said there wasn’t one?

Who said it was fiction?

You’re feeling wronged? I’m the one who’s wronged!

You did everything yourself in another world, and now you’re denying it here, and even getting jealous about it!

But bound by transmigration rules, Jiang Jiamian couldn’t say a word.

He could only turn around, glare fiercely at Shen Muzhou, and since reasoning was useless, choose to be unreasonable instead.

Pointing at the computer, he ordered coldly, "Write."

Seeing him finally turn back with that arrogant, commanding look, Shen Muzhou’s suppressed frustration vanished instantly, replaced by indulgence.

"Yes, sir! My employer! The all-capable butler Zhou, no, Shen Muzhou, at your service."