When Reader and Author Transmigrate Inside the Book at the Same Time

Gu Jinmian rushed to the edge of the fence, hands supporting the wooden board, and with a swift motion, jumped over, heading straight for Yin Moshu.

 

The people around were all taken aback, especially those who were pushed aside.

 

They looked at him with confusion, and someone shouted.

 

However, he ran too fast, like the wind passing by. The explosive force was unmatched, and in the blink of an eye, he reached Yin Moshu.

 

Yin Moshu naturally saw him.

 

He saw the tense and fearful face, the overly moist eyes.

 

Feeling the approaching force, the horse neighed in alarm, abandoning its previous docility. Its hooves kicked erratically, becoming uncontrollable.

 

Gu Jinmian’s face turned pale with fear as the momentum intensified.

 

Yin Moshu hesitated for a moment, then quickly grabbed the reins, trying to steer the startled horse away. However, the frightened horse was not easy to control.

 

Fearful that the horse’s erratic movements might harm Gu Jinmian, Yin Moshu took a split-second to consider. While the horse was still unsettled, he dismounted by swinging his right foot out of the stirrup, extending his right leg, and leaped down from the horse.

 

He prepared for the possibility of stumbling or even falling.

 

However, the next moment, someone tightly embraced him.

 

Gu Jinmian exerted all his strength, holding onto Yin Moshu’s waist.

 

Yin Moshu furrowed his brows, about to sternly question what was going on.

 

As he turned his head, he noticed Gu Jinmian’s fingers gripping his waist so tightly that they turned white.

 

He could feel the arms around him trembling uncontrollably.

 

Yin Moshu paused, suddenly understanding why.

 

In an instant, his anger and panic melted away like a puddle of water, leaving him thoroughly softened.

 

Gu Jinmian was trembling.

 

He continued to tightly close his eyes, holding on for dear life, while his mouth murmured something incessantly.

 

In the previous “Four Seasons for You” competition, Yin Moshu witnessed Gu Jinmian’s tendency to mutter when scared and nervous.

 

Last time it was “Husband go for it.”

 

What about this time?

 

While soothingly holding onto the pale hand, Yin Moshu leaned in closer, wanting to hear what he was saying.

 

Gu Jinmian’s face was as white as his hands, equally tense. Resentment and fear intermingled on his face, and his trembling lips carried a stubbornness tinged with hatred.

 

“Dog He Bujin! Dog He Bujin! Dog He Bujin!…”

 

Yin Moshu: “…”

 

His expression instantly turned particularly dreadful.

 

Gu Jinmian’s mind kept replaying the scene from the original story where Yin Moshu fell off the horse.

 

That fall marked the most significant turning point in his life.

 

Countless ups and downs before, moments of hope turning into despair, stumbling and climbing upward, only to face the most devastating blow at the peak of glory.

 

Thrown off the horse, he not only broke his leg but also encountered spinal issues.

 

The advertisement, naturally, couldn’t continue filming.

 

And the male lead’s biggest competitor snatched away another luxurious endorsement.

 

For the first time, fans of both the male lead and Yin Moshu united to criticize the offender.

 

Especially fierce were the fans of Bai Xinyu.

 

The online war of words intensified, but nobody knew what Yin Moshu was facing in the hospital.

 

His condition had deteriorated to the point where even walking became difficult.

 

The once proud and erect figure of the fans now faltered.

 

The light that never went out in the eyes was now dangerously dim.

 

In the remaining, extremely brief life, every moment was endured in such a state.

 

The short chapter that only Gu Jinmian saw.

 

When he saw the real Yin Moshu, not just the one suffering and angry, fear and panic gripped Gu Jinmian.

 

His hatred for He Bujin reached its peak.

 

If something really happened to Yin Moshu, even as a ghost, he would find He Bujin and beat him up, making him write while sitting in a wheelchair.

 

It was perhaps the hatred for He Bujin that propped up the fear, and after hurling dozens of curses in a row, Gu Jinmian finally eased up when he realized Yin Moshu hadn’t fallen.

 

Blinking, his brain not quite alert, he looked up.

 

Met with Yin Moshu’s ominous smile.

 

Gu Jinmian: “…”

 

He knew he acted impulsively. When the body was controlled by panic, the brain had no say.

 

Thinking that Yin Moshu might scold him, similar to confronting Hang Yuanting’s fans.

 

However, he didn’t expect Yin Moshu to smile so terrifyingly.

 

Terrifying in a way he had never seen before.

 

“Who are you cursing?”

 

Having already cursed for dozens of sentences, with no way to hide, Gu Jinmian decided to admit it, “I’m cursing He Bujin!”

 

Partly out of anger.

 

“Oh?” Yin Moshu’s smile widened, and a dark shadow flashed in his eyes, layers of coldness emerging from the depth, tightly encircling Gu Jinmian.

 

Gu Jinmian’s heart squeezed, feeling a heavy sense of oppression, almost unable to breathe, his mind going blank.

 

“In fact, Yin Moshu, that dream you had is true. You do live in a book.”

 

Gu Jinmian swallowed hard, “It’s that damn He Bujin who wrote you so miserable. I’ll definitely give him a good beating when I see him!”

 

The staff rushed over, and a chilling wind suddenly swept through, not intense but particularly terrifying.

 

Like the smile of Yin Moshu just now.

 

But now, in front of Gu Jinmian, who had just forcefully pushed through a crowd like an unstoppable force, he appeared weak, pitiful, and helpless in the chilling wind.

 

Even the director, who wanted to scold, couldn’t bear to speak.

 

Yin Moshu smiled, “Alright.”

 

Not knowing what ‘alright’ meant.

 

Yin Moshu took off his gloves and handed them to his assistant, smiling as he walked away.

 

The director shivered in the chilling wind, “Is it already winter at the end of October? Why is it so cold?”

 

Assistant Director: “It’s almost winter.”

 

Gu Jinmian raised his head in confusion, only then realizing what he had just done.

 

All the staff were staring at him.

 

Thinking about how he had unintentionally created a comedy just now, the level of amusement in the eyes of the staff.

 

Gu Jinmian: “…”

 

“Ah, it’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!” Gu Jinmian laughed it off.

 

His eyes were moist, and the hastily flushed cheeks made his laughter awkward but endearing.

 

Some couldn’t bear it and pretended to be understanding.

 

But facing a low EQ straight guy, the assistant director asked, “What misunderstanding, what misunderstanding?”

 

Gu Jinmian: “…”

 

With enough experience, when facing a social death situation, he could skillfully use his brain instead of being a complete mess.

 

He found the source of the misunderstanding.

 

Standing there was Yuan Manli.

 

Quickly changing the subject, he exclaimed, “Why is she here!”

 

If she hadn’t been standing there, staring at Yin Moshu so terrifyingly, he wouldn’t have thought of the horse-riding scene from the original story and created such a ridiculous situation.

 

The director’s attention was successfully diverted. “She often comes here; she visited when the movie just started shooting.”

 

The director looked a bit troubled. “We can’t really drive her away; she seems a bit…”

 

The director didn’t finish his sentence.

 

Gu Jinmian guessed it was either that she seemed scary or had some mental issues.

 

With several topics trending, people within the circle probably knew that Yuan Manli was Yin Moshu’s foster mother, so it wasn’t easy to drive her away.

 

Gu Jinmian felt that human hearts were truly complex and unpredictable.

 

Reading the original, it was always assumed that Yuan Manli hated and resented Yin Moshu.

 

Arriving here, only in the portrayal of a real character, did the realization hit that people aren’t so one-sided and simple.

 

Yuan Manli indeed disliked Yin Moshu. She attributed her sorrows to him, harboring hatred and resentment.

 

She also harbored a controlling desire over Yin Moshu, more terrifying than an ordinary mother. She wanted Yin Moshu to be like her, unable to accept him flying to a place she couldn’t see, a distant and bright future.

 

She always thought Yin Moshu would be as lonely and desolate as her, providing her with a sense of satisfaction.

 

So, when she knew that Yin Moshu was in love, she was very angry.

 

When she learned that Yin Moshu actually had a powerful and loving biological mother, along with a strong family, it shattered her anger, leaving her on the brink of collapse.

 

“You don’t dare to drive her away. Aren’t you afraid something might happen?” Gu Jinmian said coldly.

 

What could happen? There were countless people protecting Yin Moshu.

 

The director had the same thought but didn’t dare to say it. He sent someone to persuade Yuan Manli instead.

 

After hesitating for a moment, Gu Jinmian walked towards Yin Moshu.

 

During the break, he brought a box of lunch and sat next to Yin Moshu.

 

Yin Moshu ate his meal methodically, each spoonful of rice seeming precisely measured, like an emotionless robot.

 

Gu Jinmian watched for a while and said, “I didn’t expect you to be able to ride a horse. It’s cool.”

 

Yin Moshu remained silent.

 

Gu Jinmian shifted his seat, moving a little closer, a little further, like a restless child. “Actually, if you curse a few times, it won’t make you as angry as last time.”

 

Still silent, Yin Moshu focused on eating. Gu Jinmian could see the words “食不言” (eat without speaking) on his forehead.

 

Gu Jinmian stated directly, “Ah Shu, my bad.”

 

Yin Moshu’s movements paused for a moment, then he continued eating as if nothing happened. However, he did speak this time, casually asking, “Where did you go wrong?”

 

“I shouldn’t have recklessly rushed up like that. It was dangerous for myself, and I almost got you hurt. I should have stayed calm.”

 

Yin Moshu: “Wrong?”

 

“Ah?” Gu Jinmian thought for a moment. “Did it delay the filming process?”

 

Yin Moshu’s expression remained indifferent. “Is cursing someone not wrong?”

 

Gu Jinmian: “…?”

 

“Cursing isn’t wrong?” Gu Jinmian adamantly refused to admit that he had done something wrong in this aspect. “Not only cursing, but I would even throw a burlap sack over him!”

 

Yin Moshu put down his chopsticks, looking at Gu Jinmian with a smile that wasn’t really a smile.

 

That cold and terrifying feeling returned, but Gu Jinmian refused to bow his head, staring back determinedly.

 

Yin Moshu chuckled, “Because someone wrote a character so miserably?”

 

“Not just a character, it’s you! What does it matter to others whether they live or die?” Gu Jinmian retorted angrily.

 

Yin Moshu paused, then a complex and tangled expression appeared on his face, one that Gu Jinmian couldn’t quite understand.

 

Gu Jinmian loosened up a bit and continued, “And it’s targeted, illogically seeking to torture.”

 

Yin Moshu: “…”

 

Holding back his anger, he said in a calm voice, “It’s an author. Writing each character involves their considerations, maybe there’s a reason.”

 

“What reason could there be?” Gu Jinmian’s dislike and prejudice against He Bujin didn’t decrease as he transmigrated into the story. Instead, it deepened as he interacted with the real Yin Moshu. “He seems messed up!”

 

Yin Moshu: “…”

 

With a wry smile, veins faintly appeared on his forehead.

 

The sky was covered with dark clouds, not showing signs of rain, and the sun was nowhere in sight. The air pressure was low, making it cold and stuffy.

 

The meal that followed was consumed in silence.

 

Yin Moshu finished first, stood up, and said, “Time to shoot.”

 

“Oh.”

 

Neither of them looked at each other.

 

After Yin Moshu left, Gu Jinmian tossed the lunch box onto the table. He had no desire to eat anymore.

 

Yin Moshu unexpectedly didn’t join the unified front against He Bujin, the one who wrote him so miserably.

 

This is unreasonable!

 

Could it be that every character created by He Bujin naturally harbors feelings for him, and no one can escape it?

 

Thinking about this possibility, Gu Jinmian felt irritated and wronged.

 

For this period, being so good to Yin Moshu in his heart couldn’t compare to the resentment towards that “scumbag dad.” Even a single curse made him angry?

 

Although he had cursed more than once.

 

The more Gu Jinmian thought about it, the more he felt that this possibility was highly likely.

 

Yin Moshu lived in a book, and upon learning about the author, He Bujin, Yin Moshu surprisingly accepted it immediately. Ordinary people wouldn’t accept such a scientifically contradictory thing so quickly. It must be that Yin Moshu believed in the dream he had, just like he favored Bai Xinyu over the author.

 

Fine, the clown is himself.

 

The mother can’t even compete with the scumbag dad.

 

Gu Jinmian was angry, very seriously angry.

 

He took out his phone and opened the group chat for the “Four People on Different Paths.”

 

Gu Jinmian: “Remember when Yin Moshu had a dream that he was living in a book, and in the book, Bai Xinyu was the main character? Now we know the author of that book is He Bujin.”

 

After a while, Bai Xinyu popped up.

 

Bai Xinyu: “Oh, wow! It turned out to be a recurring dream?”

 

Gu Jinmian with a paralyzed face, typed.

 

Gu Jinmian: “Don’t you have anything to say about this?”

 

After a while, Bai Xinyu’s response finally appeared.

 

Bai Xinyu: “Stupid, He Bujin!”

 

Gu Jinmian sent a big red packet in the group.

 

Sending red packets was usually an instinctive action, without going through the brain. When Du Bai’an also received a red packet, he hesitated for a moment and then trembled to say.

 

Du Bai’an: “Stupid, He Bujin.”

 

Bai Xinyu: “Stupid, He Bujin!”

 

Gu Jinmian felt a bit in his heart and sent another big red packet.

 

“…”

 

After finishing a scene, Yin Moshu took a break and opened his phone. At the top of his messages was the “Four People on Different Paths” group, and upon opening it, he found the screen full of “Stupid, He Bujin.”

 

Yin Moshu: “…”

 

The makeup artist was touching up his makeup, and when the sponge pressed against his forehead, a prominent vein suddenly appeared.

 

She applied an extra layer of foundation.

 

Gu Jinmian sent another red packet.

 

Bai Xinyu and Du Bai’an, feeling emotionally exhausted, were hesitating whether to click, when a message suddenly appeared on the chat screen.

 

[Yin Moshu has left the group chat]

 

“…”

 

Gu Jinmian, who had just been slightly happy, paused his fingers, stared at the message for a while, and became angrier.

 

It was angrier than he had imagined, and it wasn’t just anger.

 

Is this the only group?

 

There was a large work group, and in this work group, it was a QQ group where voice-activated red packets could be sent with a password.

 

The more Yin Moshu protected He Bujin, the more people cursed him.

 

Gu Jinmian sent a big voice-activated red packet in the work group.

 

On the square-shaped red packet, under the small microphone, five shaking gold characters read: “Stupid, He Bujin.”

 

“…”

 

Bai Xinyu and Du Bai’an were a bit afraid to claim it.

 

They didn’t claim it, but the other people in the group were very eager to claim it.

 

Within less than a minute of sending the red packets, there were voice messages popping up one after another, accompanied by expressions of “thank you” in the chat.

 

Gu Jinmian clicked on one of the voice messages, “Stupid, He Bujin.”

 

Squinting, he opened another message from Yin Moshu’s executive agent, Xiao Liu, “Stupid, He Bujinl.”

 

He could feel a bit of my frustration dissipating.

 

He pretended to casually glance up at Yin Moshu, only to find him engrossed in a script discussion with the director, completely oblivious to his phone. A slight pang of disappointment hit him.

 

After a while, he gathered himself, grabbed his laptop, and headed back to the hotel.

 

Yin Moshu glanced at my retreating figure, then refocused on the script after a few seconds.

 

Filming continued until 10 PM, and it was almost 10:30 when he reached the hotel. Yin Moshu looked up at the hotel’s entrance, then at the lit-up room.

 

Just as he was about to walk away, he suddenly heard the executive agent cheering and shouting at the phone, “Stupid, He Bujinl!”

 

Yin Moshu paused in his tracks.

 

“Go again! Go again!” The assistant also grabbed the phone, excitedly shouting into it, “Stupid, He Bujinl!”

 

Yin Moshu: “…”

 

The cheerful assistant exclaimed, “The bonuses are amazing! I got over a thousand bucks today! My throat’s a bit dry, though.”

 

The manager added, “Over three thousand, hehe.”

 

After some lively discussion, the assistant turned to Yin Moshu, “Oh, by the way, there are a lot of red envelopes in the work group that you haven’t claimed. Just click on the red envelope, say ‘Stupid, He Bujin,’ and you can grab it.”

 

“This ‘He Bujin’ person must have offended the boss. Haha, looks like the boss really hates them.”

 

After excitedly finishing their conversation, Yin Moshu’s expression turned terrifying.

 

His dark, piercing gaze swept over, and a slight smile sent shivers down everyone’s spine.

 

In the bedroom, Gu Jin Mian pressed against the door, listening to the sounds outside.

 

It was common knowledge among outsiders that they were a couple, and the production crew didn’t bother arranging separate rooms—they stayed together.

 

It was a spacious suite.

 

Gu Jin Mian first heard the sound of water from the bathroom. After about ten minutes, the water stopped. The door to the study across from him opened and then closed again.

 

Gu Jin Mian pursed his lips and settled back onto the bed.

 

Lying there alone, he thought about Yin Moshu’s gentle and cheerful demeanor in the car that day, his sharp features softened by a radiant smile—absolutely charming.

 

Then his mind flashed to today, his face covered in a thin layer of restrained coldness during the meal.

 

“What’s there to protect, it always changes when encountering He Bujin?”

 

Grumbling to himself, Gu Jinmian added, “How is this any different from those boyfriends who always side with their girlfriends but turn into mama’s boys who change their tune when faced with their moms?”

 

Angrily flipping over, he ended up right in the middle of the large bed and sent a red envelope code in the group.

 

Yin Moshu lay on the sofa in the study, the sofa beneath him firm but unable to contain his restless legs. One leg dangled in the air while one hand supported his head, and the other scrolled through his phone.

 

Another red envelope notification popped up in the QQ group. Yin Moshu clicked on it and this time, instead of a voice message, the screen was filled with the words “Stupid jerk, He Bujin” right in front of him.

 

Yin Moshu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, a faint crease forming between his eyebrows. After a while, he let out a cold laugh.

 

That night, not a word was exchanged. One slept in the bedroom, and the other in the study.

 

The next morning, they didn’t have breakfast together. Gu Jinmian had his meal delivered and stayed behind closed doors. Yin Moshu got up as usual to go to the set.

 

In the afternoon, the investor, Young Master Gu, visited the set, circled around, but didn’t exchange a word with Yin Moshu, and Yin Moshu didn’t spare him a glance.

 

Now, not only Bai Xinyu and Du Bai’an noticed the issue, but others in the company also sensed that something was amiss.

 

In a private group without the presence of managers or artists, they discussed quietly.

 

“Sweet Bean didn’t exchange a single word with Yin Mo Shu!”

 

“There’s definitely a problem!”

 

“Actually, Sweet Bean did look at Yin Moshu, but Yin Moshu avoided eye contact.”

 

“Too much!”

 

“No, no, Yin Moshu actually glanced at Sweet Bean several times when Sweet Bean wasn’t looking.”

 

“Ugh, isn’t this just a lovers’ spat?”

 

“Hey, hey, hey, Sweet Bean is sending red envelopes in the group again!”

 

“That argument can go on a bit longer…”

 

This situation continued for three days.

 

On the fourth evening, Yin Moshu came back late. As usual, he went to the bathroom first and then to the study.

 

Gu Jinmian listened from the bedroom for a while, threw his laptop onto the sofa, stood by the door, and messaged in the work group, “Tianhui Company.”

 

The group was, of course, filled with “welcome” messages.

 

Gu Jinmian added another message, “Going back to recording program.”

 

What program? It was, of course, the “Four Seasons for You” love program.

 

The group fell silent for a moment, then a promising employee spoke up, “Boss, the program team will definitely want you both to record together. Why not do it there?”

 

Gu Jinmian had no words, staring at the group chat interface.

 

It had been a while, and Yin Moshu still hadn’t come out.

 

Gu Jinmian resisted for a moment but couldn’t hold back any longer. She pushed the door open.

 

Hearing the door open, Yin Moshu at the desk lifted his head casually, peering over with lifted eyelids.

 

Gu Jinmian was in his pajamas, the oversized neckline crooked and askew. One pajama leg was intact, while the other was hiked up to his knee, revealing a portion of his straight and toned calf that gleamed like jade under the lamplight.

 

His gaze darted around, and his eyelashes fluttered like enticing little fans. Leaning against the doorframe, he said, “As long as you say ‘Stupid, He Bujin’ I’ll treat you well for a lifetime.”