Sickly Bigshot CH 04 The White Moonlight
Translated by The BL Muse (ko-fi)
Qin Yancheng dreamed all night.
Knives slicing into flesh, blood gushing from torn skin, the searing pain of each cut.
Needles plunging in, his heart convulsing, his body writhing uncontrollably.
Hands yanking his hair, forcing bitter liquids down his throat.
He hated long hair. Loathed the feeling of being dragged to his knees by it, head forced back. The moment power fell into his hands, the first thing he did was shear it all off.
Qin Yancheng sat up abruptly. Though awake, his body was drenched in cold sweat, the residual fury of the dream surging through him like a tide. He clenched his fists, forcing steady breaths through gritted teeth.
Suddenly—
"Surnamed Qin! Are you a damn kidnapper?!"
Shi Zhou’s voice shattered the suffocating silence.
Qin Yancheng came back to himself with a start. Last night, that brat had unwittingly dredged up memories QinYancheng had buried deep. Now they’d resurfaced in his dreams.
Objectively, Shi Zhou’s features weren’t a perfect match—but someone had clearly styled him to mimic a certain likeness. At a glance, the resemblance was uncanny.
A rustling sound drew his attention. On the sofa, Shi Zhou was still cocooned in his blanket, wriggling like an indignant silkworm.
The moment Qin Yancheng stepped into the room, Shi Zhou straightened as much as he could and declared with gravitas, "Mr. Qin. While I am indeed devastatingly attractive—slender waist, long legs, a natural beauty—your actions last night were unconscionable. You must take responsibility."
Qin Yancheng glanced down at him. Wordlessly, he picked up a fruit knife from the table, strode over, and yanked the rope binding Shi Zhou’s blanket!
Shi Zhou yelped as he was hoisted into mid-air. "Mercy, hero! I was wrong! We live in a civilized, harmonious society now!"
With a flick of the blade, Qin Yancheng severed the ropes. "Get up. Get dressed."
What the hell happened last night?
Shi Zhou only remembered sneaking into the bathroom to check if his "manual transmission" still worked—then everything went black.
Pre-transmigration, the original host had clearly drunk heavily. But who knew the hangover would hit after body-swapping?
Shi Zhou knew he had terrible drunk manners. The thought of what he might’ve done made his soul shrivel. And why had the "beauty" taken him home? Why the full-body restraint?
He couldn't bear to imagine.
Aunt Zhang’s voice floated upstairs: "Sir, breakfast is ready."
Shi Zhou cleared his throat, attempting diplomacy. "I’m... also a bit hungry."
Qin Yancheng tossed him a set of clothes and left without a word.
Shi Zhou went to clean up and change into the clothes provided only to discover that the clothes were all too long. What did surnamed Qin even eat to grow so tall?
Post-transmigration, Shi Zhou felt shorter. His original 185 cm frame seemed to have shrunk to a barely-there 180cm.
Back in his world, Shi Zhou’s reputation as a flirt was legendary. Now, freed from his "Young Master Shi" obligations and familial discipline, his bad habits were flourishing unchecked.
Qin Yancheng’s hands rested on the table—elegant, long-fingered, perfectly manicured.
Shi Zhou naturally adored such pretty hands. His fingers itched to touch them so he couldn't help stealing glances between bites, though years of etiquette training kept his table manners impeccable.
Thus Qin Yancheng’s tone thawed slightly. "Leave after eating."
Shi Zhou sipped his soup, studying Qin Yancheng’s face. "WeChat? I’m Shi Zhou. What’s your full name?"
Qin Yancheng ignored him.
Shi Zhou’s decorum lasted three seconds before crumbling. "Ah, it must be Qin Luofu, right? After all, both are peerless beauties—'The Qin family has a fair maiden, her name is Luo Fu—'"
He’d completely forgotten singing this exact line while drunk.
"Qin Yancheng."
"Oh! Qin Yancheng! A name as splendid as Qin Luofu," Shi Zhou praised mechanically, already pulling out his phone. "Let me scan your QR code—"
To his surprise, Qin Yancheng furrowed his brow slightly as if something had changed his mind and then he actually added him.
Wait.
Yan Cheng?
QIN YANCHENG?!
"Uh... is that 'feast' Yan, 'city' Cheng?" Shi Zhou asked timidly.
Qin Yancheng’s indifferent stare confirmed it.
Shi Zhou inhaled sharply, then transformed into a model of obedience, "I’m full. Thank you, Mr. Qin. I’ll be going now."
"Mr. Qin, I’ll wash your clothes and mail them back. Goodbye!"
After shoveling his last bite, Shi Zhou fled like the hounds of hell were at his heels.
Who was Qin Yancheng?
The goddamn White Moonlight of this novel! (TN: in Chinese culture “white moonlight” refers to a person who is cherished in memory, often someone who was loved but is no longer present or attainable.)
No wonder his looks were this illegally perfect. The author had dumped every superlative onto him to cement his unattainable status.
And why unattainable? From the beginning to the end with Qin Yancheng's death, the scumbag gong never managed to get his grubby hands on him even once. There were several reasons.
But the most important was the fact that Qin Yancheng was the richest, most powerful man in the story.
Moreover, he was also a vindictive, ruthless madman. Had he not died early, the scumbag male lead would’ve never gotten his happy ending.
And Shi Zhou?
He was Qin Yancheng’s stand-in!
He was a substitute for Qin Yancheng in his youth which was why Shi Zhou didn’t recognize any resemblance earlier. But Qin Yancheng, however, would've remembered what he looked like younger, right?
So… did he know?