Transmigrated As the Ex of the Blind Villain

“Oh my God, our big star had finally woken up!”

“Master Guan, how are you feeling now?! Do you have a headache?? Do you recognize this number?!”

The voice saw that he didn’t speak, so the person spoke again.

“Aren’t you speechless now? I will call the doctor, you wait here!”

When He Guan opened his eyes, he felt a splitting headache like his brain was smashed by a hammer. There was some shaking and the sound of water around him. 

He seemed to be in the cabin.

He Guan subconsciously replied, “Wait…”

After speaking a word, he couldn’t continue. He felt a burning pain in the throat.

He Guan slowly sat up and the quilt on his body fell off.

The body under the quilt was slender, and the hands and the legs were long, but it looked abnormally pale. 

It seemed that he was recovering from a serious illness.

He Guan took a closer look and found that he was wearing nothing but underwear.

At the same time, he realized that this was not his body.

He Guan touched his little curly black hair and hoarsely asked, “What’s wrong with me??”

He didn’t know the man at all.

The lights in the room were bright, and the room was decorated in European-style. 

The chandelier was bright overhead, and the carpet was soft underfoot. Outside the white circular window, the deep black seawater was everywhere. 

The cruise ship was carrying two thousand passengers floating on the sea.

It took more than fifteen minutes for He Guan to understand the whole picture.

He had transmigrated into a book. 

He had penetrated into a scum chasing his wife’s novel he had read yesterday.

The shou was a traditional little white flower, and the gong was the boss with a poisonous mouth.

In the initial plot, the scum gong missed his white moonlight and was attracted by the shou’s look. 

Although he had sent shou into the entertainment industry and put him in the men’s group, and never let little flower shou lack resources, the scum gong was still stubborn and unwilling to admit his love.

The scum gong used insults, psychological suggestions, and force to show his love. For the first half of the book, the scumbag abused the shou ruthlessly.

This book was a wife chasing novel, but actual chasing was very less. 

The second half of the book mainly focused on the scumbag abusing his white moonlight to win back his new love, the little flower shou. 

He Guan wasn’t very happy with the book, he only picked the book because the scumbag’s white moonlight name was also He Guan.

When the white moonlight was a child, he encountered a down-and-out slag gong and pulled it, and he was fond of it. Now relying on the scumbag to condone him, he pretended to be weak and pitiful and ran on the protagonist everywhere.

After reading the book, He Guan found nothing new. But the latter part gets interesting.

This white moonlight was…fake.

Life was fake, the family background was fake, and even temperament was fake.

Except for the face, everything was fake.

The little flower shou stumbled upon this secret and revealed it to slag gong after slag gong repeatedly questioned him.

Later the slag gong directly exposed the white moonlight took this opportunity to block him and showed his loyalty to the shou. 

The white moonlight was no longer “white” or “moonlight”.

The book ended with a happy ending.

Initially, after reading the book, He Guan sighed and thought that the white moonlight was still not perfect.

He didn’t have enough capital to deceive others. At that time, he just said it casually, but who would have known…

Now he had really become that white moonlight.

He Guan got up from the bed and called Ren Ning. 

After putting on the clothes, He Guan stood in front of the mirror and asked, “When will the auction start?”

He Guan’s voice was still hoarse, and his throat hurt when he spoke.

Ren Ning was a pure and honest person. As Yuanshen’s cousin and manager, he  cautiously asked, “Are you really going to join in the fun??”

He Guan cleared his painful throat and hoarsely replied, “Go.”

He Guan looked at the mirror in front of him and gave up speaking.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

He Guan’s face was slightly sharp. At this moment, his face was expressionless, and he looked like an elegant prince.

He was wearing a navy blue lapel-collared suit, with the navy blue suit jacket slightly open, and the inner pointed vest tied to the tie, revealing a natural and classic V-shaped area.

With a tall and straight figure, he looked charming.

With sharp tiger teeth, sweeping away the sickness, and eyebrows full of confidence, like a big boy, He Guan’s face looked calm and elegant.

This face was exactly the same as his last life.