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

Gu Jinmian stared at Yin Moshu in disbelief.

 

Yin Moshu, holding hands with him in front of the camera, smiled lightly and said, “What’s wrong? Can’t believe I could say such words?”

 

“You already see me as a lascivious and rotten person. Why are you shocked that I would say something like this?”

 

Gu Jinmian was tongue-tied, opened his mouth, but couldn’t utter a word.

 

Yin Moshu seemed to have guessed his thoughts and said, “Do you think Yin Moshu would say such things?”

 

His smile widened even more. “He would.”

 

Gu Jinmiansubconsciously wanted to refute.

 

“Do you think you understand characters better than the author who created them?”

 

“…..”

 

Gu Jinmian’s face tightened further, puffing up with anger, as if collagen was being generated in layers.

 

A taut face, a crumbling world.

 

Having said that in this regard, Gu Jinmian still admitted defeat. Yin Moshu pulled a chair and sat at the table, adjusting his earphones. “Upon seeing my vest explode, you look at me like a joke and find it amusing, right?” (TL: being exposed )

 

“You said you dreamed that you lived in the world of the book, and I, being taken advantage of, was sold well. I believed everything foolishly, even wrote about my self-introduction.”

 

As Gu Jinmian spoke, his anger grew, but it was just anger.

 

Precisely because it was just anger, Yin Moshu’s jaw tightened even more than before. He said a sentence.

 

Gu Jinmian blinked, tugged at the corner of his mouth, angrily adjusted his earphones.

 

Refusing to engage in private conversations again.

 

This dinner did not trouble the production team, nor did it embarrass anyone in the Bai family. Gu Jinyin finished it with a smile.

 

Even when Bai Qirui and Grandpa Bai offered formal introductory gifts and wanted to give shares, Gu Jinmian politely declined with a smile during the recording, without forcefully rejecting.

 

Bai Xinyu was very anxious in the production team and immediately sent a message to Du Bai’an after the recording, “What happened?”

 

Du Bai’an replied in confusion, “At first, the boss was very aggressive.”

 

Bai Xinyu guessed it, but couldn’t help feeling disappointed, “Ah.”

 

Du Bai’an: “After that, they kissed.”

 

Bai Xinyu: “Ah!”

 

Du Bai’an: “Then it seems they had a little argument.”

 

Bai Xin: “Ah…”

 

Du Bai’an: “Now they’re laughing and having dinner.”

 

Bai Xinyu: “Ah?”

 

Bai Xinyu felt like he asked a lonely question and became even more anxious after asking.

 

Du Bai’an also felt confused, staring at Gu Jinmian’s smiling face, and a trace of worry emerged in his heart, dimming his gaze a bit.

 

The program “Four Seasons for You” successfully concluded its recording on the last day of October.

 

After the photographers packed up their equipment, Gu Jinmian walked to Bai Qirui’s side and said, “Uncle Bai, you should know that Yin Moshu and I were pretending to be a couple, therefore I didn’t accept the gifts from the Bai family today.”

 

Bai Qirui didn’t respond to this, leading him to the tea room. “Rest here for a while. Just now, Xijun told me that he’ll pick you up. I’ll go see off the guests first.”

 

Gu Jinmian hit a snag; since eldest brother was coming to pick him up, he could only sit here and wait. (TL: “hit a snag” or “ran into a bit of a hitch.”)

 

Knowing that his eldest brother was coming to pick him up, and remembering the day he first met He Zhi, his eldest brother called and admonished him not to cause trouble at Grandma’s.

 

The first person to arrive at the tea room where Gu Jinmian was waiting was He Zhi.

 

As expected, she discussed the relationship with Yin Moshu.

 

Being mothers, both she and Shi Yi believed that even if this relationship was fake, the emotions were real.

 

“If you are in a conflict now, I might say something to make you feel better, but the truth is, even if it’s a fake relationship, the involvement is real. Both of you shine in each other’s eyes, and love, even if it’s a deception, is still love.”

 

Gu Jinmian with a paralyzed face: Even if it was love, it was love with a deceiver.

 

“Moshu is a person who is cold and proud, but he can still speak. If he did something wrong, Auntie will apologize on his behalf. Can you forgive him?”

 

Gu Jinmian didn’t answer. If He Zhi continued, he would leave.

 

He Zhi didn’t say anything more, patted his head, and left.

 

The second person was Bai Qirui, with the same attitude, saying the same things, but with the same purpose as He Zhi.

 

The third to arrive was Gu Xijun.

 

At that moment, Gu Jinmian was sitting in a chair made of huanghuali wood, a chair that matched the old and solemn atmosphere. Gu Jinmian, with his head down and seemingly relaxed, looked like he was forcibly sitting there, ready to escape at any moment.

 

After seeing Gu Xijun, the first thing Gu Jinmian said was, “Eldest Brother, I didn’t cause any trouble.”

 

Gu Xijun’s heart softened a bit at those words.

 

Seeing the conflict between Gu Jinmian and Yin Moshu was like playing house. Knowing that their relationship was fake, he didn’t think much of it. If he still saw that Gu Jinmian and Yin Moshu genuinely liked each other, he would have pulled them down from that position long ago.

 

But now it doesn’t seem so simple.

 

“What exactly are you sulking about? If Yin Moshu did something wrong, just say it openly. If you want to fight or resolve it in some other way, why keep silent?”

 

Gu Jinmian hung his head down and didn’t speak.

 

After a while, he lifted his head, his eyes slightly red, and asked, “Eldest Brother, do you know who Bujin is?”

 

Gu Xijun was stunned, frowned, and stared at him for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

 

Before long, Du Bai’an also arrived.

 

He stood quietly for a while without saying anything.

 

Gu Jinmian smiled and said, “You’re also here to talk about Yin Moshu, right?”

 

Du Bai’an shook his head.

 

Gu Jinmian looked at him for a moment, turned his head away, and asked the same question as before, “Do you know who he is?”

 

Du Bai’an shook his head and then said, “I don’t know him well, but I’m willing to listen if the boss is willing to talk.”

 

He looked at Gu Jinmian with anticipation.

 

This was the first time he had been so brave in expressing the frustration and anger he felt in front of Gu Jinmian.

 

Gu Jinmian’s words were like sunshine.

 

If it weren’t for Gu Jinmian, he felt like he might have walked a darker and muddier path.

 

Gu Jinmian had provided resources, signed him to the company, gave him a clean and safe place in the entertainment industry, sent his mother to the best hospital, and found the best doctors for her treatment.

 

The sun belonged to everyone, but with just a few rays of sunlight, it could light up his path, provide warmth, and bring peace of mind.

 

When the little sun dimmed, it still tried its best to be a place where one could pour out the dark mud.

 

Du Bai’an rose in the later part of the original story because of his quiet and calming presence.

 

Gu Jinmian shifted his gaze and spoke, “He’s the person I hated the most a couple of years ago. I even used to hate him.”

 

He was with a jumpy temperament, enjoying fights, racing, and thrilling games. He loved quiet reading, and the only thing that could make him calm down was building airplane models.

 

Later, due to changes in the characters in a novel, he downloaded an app called Jinjiang, recharged, subscribed, and eagerly waited every night for the stories. After two years of using the app, he only collected works from one author.

 

In the past, he had mixed feelings about Bujin, as each novel had characters he liked, and he could explain why. It was just a matter of preference, but they were inexplicably killed off.

 

Every day, chasing after updates, the characters he genuinely liked were killed off one after another. How could he possibly not dislike that?

 

What turned him completely against the author was the latest novel, “Entertainment Supreme.”

 

In this novel, he liked the character Yin Moshu even more than the previous ones. He loved Yin Moshu, who naturally could only laugh, to him who only had a paralyzed face.

 

Seeing Yin Moshu suffering various injuries due to his smile made him feel heartbroken. Just let him smile brightly and straightforwardly.

 

Then the author inexplicably killed off Yin Moshu, just to tarnish a competitor’s character.

 

How could he not hate that?

 

When he transmigrated, he felt uneasy and emotional. His father, his master, those colleagues – Yin Moshu had been his support in living peacefully in this world.

 

He began with a tender affection for Yin Moshu after transmigration, calling him “cub.” Later, this affection transformed under certain circumstances. He had just realized that he had fallen in love with Yin Moshu then he learned that that person had transmigrated into Yin Moshu’s body in this world.

 

He hated and even despised that person.

 

Third brother said it wasn’t a big deal, while the eldest brother told him not to make a fuss. Everyone said “forgive” Yin Moshu, it appeared as if he was the arrogant and domineering scumbag.

 

Who would have known that when he learned the truth, the world crumbled.

 

No one knew, he couldn’t say it to anyone, even to Du Bai’an.

 

“Just like with Yin Moshu.”

 

Du Bai’an thought seriously for a moment, cautiously observing his expression, and said, “So, your anger, this… breakdown, is because you realized you’ve fallen for someone you once hated the most?”

 

“What are you talking about! How could I possibly like him!” Gu Jinmian reacted like a cat whose sore spot had been touched, jumping up while his fur stood on end.

 

Du Bai’an swallowed hard, feeling that his guess was probably correct. He spoke softly but firmly, “It seems like it.”

 

Gu Jinmian glared at him, regretting trusting Du Bai’an as the best person to talk to.

 

“I know who exactly it is, but when this name appears, it’s the sweetest time when you and Yin Moshu are arguing.” Du Bai’an revealed the secret of his hidden fangirling, but this was important and needed to be said.

 

“When we were at the airport, you said Yin Mosu scolded “Stupid He Bujin” and your eyes were so bright at that moment.” Du Baian pursed his lips, choosing this moment to betray Bai Xinyu, “Bai Xinyu said there’s a sour smell of love on you two. If that’s love, then you’ve been in love your whole life.”

 

Gu Jinmian was slightly stunned, not because of Du Baian’s words, but because it reminded him of the night when Yin Moshu said “Stupid He Bujin”.

 

“You said Bujin and Yin Moshu… I guess Bujin might be Yin Moshu’s vest. What did this vest do that the Boss disliked?” Gu Jinmian’s face became more and more tense.

 

Du Baian summarized in a low voice, “So, you realized you liked someone you hated, and that’s why you’re so angry and upset.”

 

Summoning the courage, Gu Jinmian admitted, “I really like him, so I’m even more angry. I’ve started to fake my smiles.”

 

“…”

 

After a long silence, just as Gu Jinmian was about to refute, Gu Xijun came in, bringing Yin Moshu with him.

 

Seeing the situation, Du Bai’an tactfully left quickly.

 

“Now let’s make it clear. If you like each other, talk properly; if not, just break up completely,” Gu Xijun said, “Don’t make both families worry unnecessarily.”

 

Gu Xijun emphasized fairness and justice while suppressing his hidden sarcastic nature. “I think you guys can date. If it works out, consider marriage. It might bring some benefits to the families.”

 

“…”

 

After Gu Xijun left, the tea room fell silent.

 

After a while, Yin Moshu walked towards Gu Jinmian.

 

As Yin Moshu approached, the hair on Gu Jinmian’s body stood up, and when he was about to reach out, Gu Jinmian was ready to pat him. However, Yin Moshu, who had already experienced being slapped once, avoided, and instead caught Gu Jinmian’s wrist with his backhand.

 

Gripping on Gu Jinmian’s wrist, he became even more tense, and instinctively raised his other hand to throw a punch.

 

Yin Moshu smoothly switched hands and grabbed both of Gu Jinmian’s wrists simultaneously, using his other arm, pushing him in the neck against the wall. Gu Jinmian’s legs were also pressed down, making any movement difficult.

 

This move felt familiar to Gu Jinmian. It reminded him of the time when he ambushed Yin Moshu in the Gu family building, and Yin Mosu used the same technique, pinning him against the wall with his arm.

 

There was no room for struggle.

 

“Explain why. Bujin, what kind of skill is it to use Yin Moshu’s body to suppress me? In the book, you enjoy bullying people, but in reality, you’re a weakling?” Gu Jinmian’s temper flared.

 

The two were very close, with their noses almost touching, feeling each other’s breath.

 

Yin Moshu, whose lips were originally straight, gazed deeply at Gu Jinmian. Upon hearing this, a faint curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. “Yes.”

 

With that affirmation, Gu Jinmian instantly became wary, remembering the words Yin Moshu said during the recording.

 

“In reality, I am just a weakling. Not only weak, but I am also a cripple sitting in a wheelchair.” Yin Moshu tilted his head towards his arm and neck, smiling with a lingering chill. “Satisfied?”

 

Gu Jinmian stared at Yin Moshu in astonishment, he was like a wolf cub suddenly finding its teeth and claws.

 

His beautiful eyes widened slightly, making them appear particularly clear and watery. He looked a bit bewildered as he gazed at Yin Moshu.

 

Gradually, the clarity in his eyes diminished.

 

He opened his mouth, closed it, and his whole being seemed a bit dazed.

 

Seeing this, Yin Moshu pursed his lips and let go of his arm.

 

Gu Jinmian’s upper body regained freedom, but he didn’t seem to realize it. He still hadn’t fully recovered from the impact of the revelation, not even noticing the vibrations from his phone.

 

Yin Moshu released Gu Jinmian’s wrist, and Gu Jinmian’s hand fell down. His fingers pressed on his palm, with pink-tinted nails and joints moving up and down.

 

All the details on Yin Moshu’s body softened, the sharpness in his eyes diminished. He then reached out to pat Gu Jinmian’s head. Hearing the continuous vibration of the phone, he extended his hand to his ear, then slid it into his pocket, taking out the phone to hand it over.

 

The phone screen displayed the clear words “Lingshan Eminent Monk.”

 

Yin Moshu was momentarily stunned. His gaze changed, and after a while, he sneered. Handing the phone to Gu Jinmian, he said, “Lingshan Eminent Monk? Are you planning to bring a monk to see me?”

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“I…” Gu Jinmian’s voice was a bit hoarse as he subconsciously tried to snatch the phone.

 

Yin Moshu raised his hand, avoiding Gu Jinmian’s hand and lightly tapping on the answer button. A venerable voice echoed from the phone, “Young Master Gu, I’ll be there soon. There’s only an hour time. After you shower, I’ll show you.”

 

Yin Moshu was slightly taken aback.

 

Seizing the opportunity, Gu Jinmian snatched the phone and ran to the door, pushing past Yin Moshu.

 

Standing at the door, he stared straight at Yin Moshu’s legs. After about ten seconds, he looked up and opened his mouth.

 

The day he promised Cheng Chong to record the final episode and to give fans a conclusion and put an end to this chaotic relationship. It was also a farewell to this world.

 

Having unknowingly transmigrated into the novel, Gu Jinmian told himself that he had transmigrated to protect Yin Moshu.

 

Now that Yin Moshu was gone, he couldn’t find a reason to stay in this world.

 

He had once considered the idea of asking a master to drive Bujin away from Yin Moshu’s body. However, when he actually thought about discussing it with the master, he realized how absurd the idea was.

 

What qualifications did he have?

 

The thought of banishing Bujin from Yin Moshu’s body seemed ridiculous. In legal terms, the copyright to “Yin Moshu” belonged to the creator. What right did he have to expel Bujin? 

 

Did he love Yin Moshu more than Bujin did?

 

Therefore, in the end, he decided it was problematic. He wanted to see if the master could send him back to his original world.

 

He chose today, the day before Yin Moshu’s birthday, the last day of October, to record the program and declare their separation before returning to reality.

 

However, at this moment, he couldn’t utter a word. His throat felt like it was blocked by a burning piece of coal.

 

His eyes, stinging and sour, kept staring at Yin Moshu’s legs.

 

The phone rang at this moment.

 

Yin Moshu walked over and said with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, “I’ll go see this eminent monk with you.”

 

Surprisingly, Gu Jinmian didn’t refuse. As he took a few steps, even he was amazed. He wondered what he was doing.

 

Staring at Yin Moshu’s legs for several times, Gu Jinmian finally stammered and asked, “How, your legs….disabled…”

 

Stumbling over his words for a while, he managed to express vaguely, “How are your legs?”

 

“You can talk now. How are your interpersonal skills so good?” Yin Moshu asked.

 

Gu Jinmian hesitated before responding, “I…uh…”

 

“Fell off a horse,” Yin Moshu calmly uttered four words.

 

Gu Jinmian was momentarily stunned. In the original story, Yin Moshu also fell off a horse and broke his legs.

 

After walking in silence for a while, Gu Jinmian lowered his head and said softly, “I apologize.”

 

Yin Moshu stopped in his tracks. The person who had recently acted like the end of the world was now bowing his head to apologize. Yin Moshu turned to look at him.

 

“I bashed you in the comments section on the day I transmigrated, wishing you a fate similar to Yin Moshu’s. I was too angry at that time, and I knew your…” Gu Jinmian’s words were cut off by Yin Moshu.

 

“Yin Moshu is eternal god?” Yin Mosu interrupted.

 

“Yes, that’s my reader nickname,” Gu Jinmian said in surprise. “You actually noticed?”

 

With millions of collections and tens of thousands of daily readers, the comments section received thousands of new comments every day. The fact that Yin Mosu remembered a reader’s nickname was quite remarkable.

 

“Smash millions like a tycoon reader, which author in Jinjiang wouldn’t know?” Yin Moshu asked.

 

Gu Jinmian: “……”

 

“That time, I saw your ‘blessing’ and transmigrated,” Yin Moshu said.

 

Gu Jinmian: “……..”

 

Yin Mo Shu: “Perhaps the heavens heard your strong wish and let me bear the fate of Yin Moshu to show it to you.”

 

Gu Jinmian: “……”

 

Yin Moshu: “If you find a master who can send you back, please do me a favor and take me back too.”

 

Gu Jinmian: “……”

 

Can we not continue talking about this?

 

Gu Jinmian stiffly changes the topic, “Did you start writing because of that good-for-nothing thing?”

 

Yin Moshu: “…”

 

Gu Jinmian reasonably suspected that the fight he had when he was a child was related to the mouth he developed.

 

“Yes.”

 

Gu Jinmian also knew that what he said was polite, but it’s just he knew too well, it’s about his legs.

 

“Can you still do a job then?”

 

Is it possible to still stand up?

 

Yin Moshu: “Writing is just a part-time job.”

 

“That must be tough.”

 

I heard that some authors only have a speed of 500 characters per hour, and they update tens of thousands of words with just a slight movement. Does that mean they have to write for 20 hours?

 

Gu Jinmian’s voice was muffled, and he also knew what his personal brain had done, “Why did you refunded the money I smashed to you, or all of it.”

 

In Jinjiang, whether it’s a landmine or deep water, Jinjiang takes away half of the money invested. He invested 3.2 million, and Jinjiang took half, so Bujin only received 1.6 million, but gave himself a 3.2 million red envelope.

 

“Lost 1.6 million.”

 

Yin Moshu: “……”

 

Now he understood why he started listening to Gu Jinmian talk about money. Is 1.6 million worth mentioning, especially in this situation?

 

Gu Jinmian also realized that the guided topic had twisted and turned into a strange place.

 

He immediately closed his mouth and quietly walked to the destination like a chicken.

 

Gu Jinmian found the master without informing his family, so they didn’t meet at home but at a coffee shop outside the residential area.

 

He Zhi and Bai Qirui’s new house was in the opposite residential area. The two residential areas together were five times the size of other areas, with only 62 households. This coffee shop was very quiet, suitable for chatting.

 

The master, admired by many, looked young, but his body was slim and healthy. While his appearance was calm, he exuded a vibrant spirit, giving off a sense of immortality and daoism.

 

Standing there, looking up at Yin Moshu, his legs went soft. If he hadn’t used his hands to support the table in time, he might have knelt down.

 

Gu Jinmian: “…..”

 

Now he truly understands how ridiculous the idea he had before was.

 

He forgot that this world was created by Bujin, and even if there are truly talented people, when facing Yin Moshu…

 

Gu Jinmian sat down, his hair stiff.

 

The master nervously took a seat across from him, while Yin Moshu sat expressionless on the sofa by the window.

 

Silence filled the air, accompanied by a hint of awkwardness.

 

Gu Jinmian braced himself and said, “Master, my soul does not belong to this body of mine.”

 

The master: “…..”

 

He intertwined his hands, leaned back, and assessed Gu Jinmian.

 

“Belongs to. No soul is more compatible with this body than yours. It was naturally crafted for you,” the master affirmed.

 

Gu Jinmian: “?”

 

Is this a deceitful master?

 

How can they continue this conversation? They’ve already seen through everything, let alone the fact that sending them back is out of the question. Talking further would only reveal information.

 

Gu Jinmian looked at Yin Moshu, who was looking at his phone with a faint and calm expression, completely devoid of any emotion.

 

This long-planned meeting with the master lasted only five minutes.

 

When the master left, there was an unusual contradiction, as if he urgently needed to leave this place, with a lingering feeling of reluctance.

 

Gu Jinmian: “…”

 

Glancing at Yin Moshu, Gu Jinmian realized he was also going to leave straight away, considering they didn’t have much connection now.

 

Hesitating for a moment, he said, “I think I got scammed. The master charges at least two hundred thousand per session, and if it goes over an hour, the price goes up.”

 

“…..” Yin Moshu’s finger paused on the phone. “Not a scam. He does have some skills.”

 

“Then why did he say that, it clearly isn’t.”

 

Yin Moshu lifted his eyelids, and as he did, the sharp shape of his eyes unfolded, revealing deep, intense eyes. The faint expression on his face immediately shattered. “Because the character Gu Jinmian was written by me based on you.”