Everyone Hates My Frail Body.

Chapter 1: Frail Body

Chapter 1: Frail Body

The sound of conversation grew clearer, waking the sleeping figure.

Song Qie felt as though he were lying on a large, soft bed, but his body ached and his chest throbbed painfully. Had he been hit by a car and ended up under a bridge? Did someone bring him to the hospital?

So, this guy didn’t die?

Just as he was about to open his eyes, the conversation around him made him freeze.

"You knew Song Qie couldn't surf or participate in strenuous activities, so why did you let him go?"

"I'm sorry. It was my oversight."

"Bei Huai, I asked you to stay with the Song family because I thought you could help look after him. You know his temper and how willful he can be. He has a heart condition. This time, he nearly drowned and developed a fever that could have led to myocarditis. We can't let him suffer again. I have no demands for him, but you need to keep an eye on him. If he really doesn’t listen to you, come to me."

"I understand, Uncle Song. It was my fault this time. I’ll be more vigilant in the future."

"I know you’re a good child, hardworking and capable like your father. You saved Song Qie again this time. Don’t worry about school; I’ll arrange for you to study abroad with him. You’ll take care of him from now on."

"Okay, Uncle Song."

"Starting tomorrow, his mother and I will be away for half a month. During this time, keep a close watch on Song Qie, especially when he returns to school. Don’t let him associate with those playboys. He can’t drink alcohol or smoke; his health isn’t on par with theirs. If he collapses on the street and gets picked up by someone, you won’t even know…"

The middle-aged man’s helpless tone lingered even after the door clicked shut.

The expansive room soon fell silent, except for the distinct sound of footsteps approaching the bed.

Song Qie lay still, holding his breath as the footsteps drew nearer. His heart raced, but he dared not open his eyes.

Wait, what’s happening? Surfing? Heart attack? Lu Beihuai?

Hmm? That name sounds familiar. Isn’t this the character from the novel that his sister, who loves reading, just mentioned?

It’s a story about the fake young master, Song Qie, who usurps the position of the real young master, Lu Beihuai. Lu Beihuai turns vengeful and sets a gentle trap for the arrogant, domineering Song Qie, intending to drag him down to hell step by step.

To achieve this, a scheme lasting several years is crafted, ultimately leading to the reclaiming of the real young master’s identity. The group is dismantled, and a scandal ensues where Song Qie dies in bed due to drug use and playing forbidden games with men.

The real young master is pitiful, yet also ruthless.

He remembers hearing his sister say she almost couldn’t finish her paper about it, and suddenly feels embarrassed for her.

...No, wait!

So what is he now?

Just then, footsteps approached.

Suddenly, his cheek was pinched hard, and he froze, not daring to move.

"Song Qie, why didn’t you die?"

A low and gloomy voice echoed in his ears.

Song Qie: “…” Who is pinching his face? Is it Lu Beihuai? It’s so scary, and it hurts his face so much.