I Can't Be This Protagonist

"Tomorrow at 6:[-], I have to go to the morning shift, can you pick me up?"

Yan Shuang unbuckled his seat belt and raised his eyebrows at Yao Jing.

Yao Jing opened his mouth, and found that he had neither the position nor the courage to reject Yan Shuang, so he said angrily, "Okay, shall we get in the car here?"

"Yes," Yan Shuang grinned, "Are you interested in being a ride-hailing driver? We can earn fifty to five cents."

Yao Jing: "..."

"It's still inconvenient, Mr. Yan." Yao Jing said with difficulty.

"let it go."

They were all beaters, Yan Shuang didn't make things difficult for him, and said friendly: "Good night."

Yan Shuang got out of the car, and the figures disappeared from sight, and Yao Jing waved his hand dullly,

"Good night……"

There seemed to be a very peculiar charm about this ordinary man.

Everything seems to be easy and at ease.

Yao Jing was taken aback by his own thoughts, and quickly rolled down the car window.

The cool night wind blowing into the car immediately cleared Yao Jing up a lot.

This kind of person is not something someone like him can afford.

Qin Yubai, Ji Yao, and even Wei Yichen, these people around Yan Shuang, counted as one, and they all invested a lot of capital in it.

It's fine for him to be a mortal, the sunk cost is too high, so don't try to get into this troubled water.

Yao Jing took a few deep breaths, and sent the results of the day's surveillance to Wei Yichen as usual.

The dinner part...forget it.

Anyway, Wei Yichen knew it too.

Wei Yichen returned to the courtyard with the takeaway plastic bag.

There was no sound of the piano in the building, and it seemed extremely quiet. The servants were quietly finishing the day's cleaning work. When they saw the housekeeper who had gone out, he came back with a bag of food in his hand, and hurried forward, "Housekeeper Wei, I'll put it away for you."

Wrist turned slightly, "No need."

"Butler Wei," another servant came down from upstairs, "Mister is looking for you."

Qin Yubai was still working, and many documents were spread out messily on the desk.

Wei Yichen said calmly, "What's the matter, sir."

"What about today's materials?" Qin Yu said without raising his head, "these are fakes."

Wei Yichen glanced at the pile of documents on the desktop, "Sir, do you want to read it now?"

Qin Yubai raised his face, the scars on his face were mottled, and he looked a little angry, "What do you think?"

"Please wait."

Wei Yichen bent slightly.

"I'll give you one day off every week from now on." Qin Yubai lowered his head and flipped through a document, "People are coming to your door." He raised his eyes, with a relaxed and joking expression, "Let's talk about your love."

"no……"

Qin Yu gave a powerful pause in mid-air with his white hands, "Go."

Wei Yichen stopped explaining and retreated first.

It seems that Yan Shuang didn't lie to him this time.

Qin Yubai indeed saw him and Yan Shuang upstairs.

It's just that Ximen's place has been deserted all the time, without even a lamp, so Qin Yubai didn't realize that the person talking to his subordinates was his lover.

From the beginning to the end, Wei Yichen was very calm. He returned to his room, and the takeaway in plastic bags was placed on his desk. He sat at the desk and began to sort out Yan Shuang's whereabouts for the day.

While working, Wei Yichen calmly analyzed why he suddenly made such an abnormal behavior just now.

Maybe it's because of staring at it for too long that I have the urge to get it too.

Yan Shuang's smile before leaving reminded him.

This is a little devil who plays in the world for fun.

Calling it a bitch is a compliment.

A bitch is something money can buy and maintain a relationship with.

Yan Shuang was not.

His fun is much higher than this, and not everyone can afford it.

You can touch it, but you can't be addicted, Wei Yichen warned himself very solemnly.

On the contrary, his employer, Qin Yubai, was a little abnormal.

Wei Yichen has worked with this employer for two years, and he clearly knows that Qin Yubai's first concern is his unrelated sick brother, and his second concern is work.

And today, Qin Yubai seemed to be out of his mind all day long, and his work status was very poor.

Those employees and shareholders in the company were trembling and couldn't figure out what happened to this emperor-like figure today.

Wei Yichen knows best.

Qin Yubai was thinking about Yan Shuang.

He even had to check on Yan Shuang's whereabouts when working overtime at night could not complete the day's work.

His employer seemed to be spiraling out of control unconsciously.

This is a good reference, reminding him to be vigilant at all times. Some things are enough to have fun in his mind. Don't really jump off and die without a place to die.

Yan Shuang's whereabouts are very simple, going to class, part-time job, going back and forth to those few places, Qin Yubai browsed in a hurry at the desk, and stopped at the last photo after looking around.

In the photo, Yan Shuang was climbing the high stairs at the entrance of the hospital with his old canvas bag on his back. He was as thin as a piece of paper in front of the tall and majestic hospital gate, pitifully insignificant.

Qin Yu held his forehead in vain.

He said that he didn't want to make Yan Shuang happy, that he couldn't make Yan Shuang happy, but Yan Shuang had suffered, and he didn't see much better. Seeing this photo, he didn't feel any joy.

Hurting this man's body is meaningless except to bring out his powerlessness.

Pulling like this is like a lose-lose situation.

Finding a stand-in lover is to relieve his pressure, but why is he getting more and more tired and angry frequently?

Should he change his current attitude towards Yan Shuang?

If you care too much, you only consume your own emotions.

"Go out..."

Qin Yubai waved his hand wearily.

"Bring me over at noon tomorrow."

"Ok."

In the reception room of the horse farm, Xiao Qingyang said helplessly: "Here, a new mobile phone."

Ji Yao took the phone silently and went to remove the case of the old phone.

Xiao Qingyang: "I said that you are a bit too hypocritical when you are arguing about independence. You drive a good car and live in a good place. A new mobile phone will be delivered to me with just one call. My young master, you are an independent ?"

Ji Yao said lightly: "I didn't spend his money." He raised his eyes, his handsome face was full of inherent arrogance, "This is my trust."

He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, even though that was not what he wanted, he had already engraved it into his bone marrow, and he would never be able to truly fall into the mortal world.

Xiao Qingyang shook his head, changed the subject and said, "What about the desire?"

Ji Yao was very dissatisfied with Xiao Qingyang's nickname, and glanced at him coldly, "Don't call him that."

"Okay," Xiao Qingyang surrendered, "I can't remember his name."

Ji Yao lowered his face and pulled out the calling card from the phone he smashed.

"He and Qin Yubai..."

"Snapped--"

The old mobile phone that had been smashed hit the ground again and fell to pieces.

Xiao Qingyang jumped up in fright, and said dumbfounded: "You..."

He had never seen Ji Yao get so angry.

Ji Yao's personality is withdrawn and cold, but cold is cold, his emotions are extremely restrained and not leaked out, such a sudden outburst is not like him at all.

However, the expression on Ji Yao's face did not fluctuate in the slightest, and it seemed a kind of terror that the mountain rain was about to come and the wind was overwhelming.

Ji Yao firmly installed the old mobile phone card into the new mobile phone.

Xiao Qingyang didn't know, but Ji Yao knew it in his heart.

His emotions are like a broken kaleidoscope, wrapped in a small tube, chaotic and explosive.

The movements of the hands gradually slowed down.

Eyelashes lowered, the phone turned on.

Dozens of messages and missed calls flooded in in an instant.

"Ji Yao..."

"Ji Yao..."

"Ji Yao..."

His name instantly filled the entire screen.

His temple trembled violently, Ji Yao pursed his lips, holding the new mobile phone, his thumb was eager to try, and wanted to smash the new mobile phone in his hand too.

"What happened to you today?" Xiao Qingyang was worried, he felt that Ji Yao's state was a bit wrong, it seemed that it was because of that ordinary boy.

Ji Yao turned the phone upside down on the table without saying a word, and said flatly, "What's wrong with me?"

Xiao Qingyang had nothing to say for a while, he just said: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, how long are you going to bet with uncle?"

Ji Yao stood up and left directly.

Sitting in his original position, Xiao Qingyang sighed deeply. He scratched his hair irritably, and picked up the phone resignedly, "Hello, it's me, is Uncle there?"

"Okay, I'll wait."

Xiao Qingyang didn't dare to hang up the phone. After about ten minutes, a voice finally rang from the empty phone, "What's wrong with him?"

It was almost late at night, and the voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little lazy, and he was straight to the point when he came up to ask questions, with an unconscious condescension, which was the natural sense of oppression that people who have been in high positions all year round naturally exuded.

Even across the phone, Xiao Qingyang's face became more serious.

"Uncle, good evening, I'm bothering you so late... It's because Ji Yao didn't look quite right today. Last night he brought that person to my horse farm to spend the night..."

"Tell me something I don't know."

Xiao Qingyang's words were interrupted on the other end of the phone.

Xiao Qingyang opened and closed his mouth like a fish jumping ashore. To a certain extent, he could understand Ji Yao's running away from home. His uncle was really not a good father.

"He smashed the phone and looked angry."

There was laughter from the other end of the phone, as if he was mocking something, which made Xiao Qingyang blushed unconsciously, as if he had said something wrong.

"Things that don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, it's good to go out and hit the wall, lest he think too highly of himself because he has a pair of good parents. You don't care about him, just let him go."

In Ji Wensong's words, there is no trace of love for his son. These words seem to be a little concerned, and he said them as if they were giving alms.

"Okay..." Xiao Qingyang said weakly, "Uncle, Ji Yao is still young, so you don't want to know him as well."

The other end of the phone was quiet for a few seconds, and suddenly the maid's gentle voice changed, "Master Qingyang, if you have anything else to say, tell me, and I will pass it on to sir."

This is already impatient to hear.

Xiao Qingyang smiled bitterly: "It's nothing, just hang up."

"Okay, good night, Master Qingyang."

Sandwiched between the two father and son, Xiao Qingyang felt distressed, thinking, Auntie, auntie, why did you marry such a man back then, gave birth to such a son, and left again at a young age. Father and son's father and son, let outsiders like them be wrapped up in it every day and be tossed back and forth by the arrogance of the father and son.

Early the next morning, Yan Shuang waited early at the back gate of the school for Yao Jing to pick him up for work.

A dark car parked silently in front of him.

Yan Shuang raised his head, he thought it was Wei Yichen, but unexpectedly two bodyguards in black who he didn't recognize got out of the car.

"Mr. Yan, my husband invites you to visit us."

Yan Shuang said: "Which family is the gentleman?"

"You'll know when you go."

The two bodyguards stepped forward, one from the left and the other from the right, showing a hijacking attitude.

Yan Shuang calmly said: "I have an appointment with someone, I have to inform him first, and tell him not to come."

"No need, don't worry, we have already arranged everything for you."

Yan Shuang narrowed his eyes.

Those who come are not good.

He thought about it, he wasn't afraid of scumbags, what else was he afraid of? After all the calculations, there were only a few people in this world, and they couldn't escape that circle.

"Ok."

Yan Shuang got into the car.

This car is almost exactly the same as the car Qin Yubai used frequently, but from the interior, it is slightly older.

Yan Shuang was suddenly blessed to his heart.

He probably knew who was looking for him.

If it's not scumbag, then it's scumbag his father!

The vehicle stopped at the gate of an antique manor, and two bodyguards of the same color stood at the gate, who checked the vehicle and let it go.

Yan Shuang looked curiously at the scenery outside the car.

The whole manor is made of low houses, empty and peaceful, with carved beams and painted walls, elegant everywhere. A large flower tree in the courtyard is like a big umbrella, with flowers and leaves falling and overlapping on the fine white pebbles, which is very impressive. Feel peaceful and soothed.

The vehicle stopped, and a maid in clogs and kimono walked out to lead Yan Shuang in.

Seeing the other party's behavior, Yan Shuang became more and more sure that it should be Ji Yao's father who came to him.

The original book mentions that Ji Yao's father is half of Japanese descent.

In the original book, this is also a background character, and exists as a key figure in shaping Ji Yao's character.

Actually, he had never met Yan Shuang in person.

It also triggered a plot that was not in the original book.

This was commonplace for Yan Shuang.

If the plot is good for him to complete the relationship line and plot line, then he doesn't mind.

If it's an invalid plot, just fool around and it's over.

Yan Shuang thought about it, and followed behind the maid.

"Mr. Yan, please take off your shoes."

Stepping into the inner courtyard, the whole courtyard is like a labyrinth. It is not a completely Japanese-style building. The Chinese and Japanese styles are merged together, which is somewhat difficult to distinguish. Most of the servants, like the ladies in the painting, wore kimonos and some wore robes. When they saw Yan Shuang, they smiled and nodded to him.

Yan Shuang kept saying hello along the way, and was a little dizzy.

After much difficulty, the maid in front finally stopped in front of a shoji door with a maple leaf pattern, "Mr. Yan, please." She bent slightly and stepped back gently.

Yan Shuang thought in his heart that to engage in this kind of ghost behavior in the land of China really lacks the iron fist greetings of socialism.

Opening the shoji door, there is a man in a brown kimono with his back facing him. His back is tall, his figure is tall and straight, and his hair is short and neat when viewed from the back. He is looking out the window. When he hears something, he turns around. Face.

His appearance is somewhat similar to Ji Yao's, handsome and cold, with faint fine lines around his eyes, other than that, his age can hardly be seen, he is a very handsome man in his prime, but his temples are abruptly white, like A hasty snow has not yet melted.

Looking at Yan Shuang's eyes can't be said to make people feel creepy.

"Had breakfast?"

The tone is very kind.

Yan Shuang held the door, not knowing what face to use, after thinking about it, he still pretended to be submissive, "No."

"Thanks for your hard work."

The polite words didn't ease the slightest sense of oppression in the air.

"Come in," Ji Wensong smiled slightly, "What are you doing standing at the door?"

Yan Shuang walked in according to his words, raised his face, and happened to meet Ji Wensong's eyes. Ji Wensong's eyes were nothing like Ji Yao's. Ji Yao's eyes were actually very simple, easy to understand, and could describe all emotions. Inside, and from Ji Wensong's unfathomable eyes, nothing can be seen except a sense of pressure.

Ji Wensong smiled and said gently, "Close the door."