TWMOV Chapter 1: The Poor Little Thing Who Suffered Domestic Abuse 01
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🌺Chapter 1-23
When Yu Mu heard the news of Qi Yuan’s death, he was working overtime at the company.
The design draft his boss demanded had to be submitted before midnight. He had been working hard but had hit a creative block. Frustrated, he pulled a cigarette from his drawer, took his phone, and headed to the smoking area. Lighting the cigarette, he scrolled through the news.
He accidentally tapped on a finance article and was greeted by a familiar yet distant, beautiful face.
Qi Yuan, the 23-year-old CEO of the Qi Corporation, had died in a car accident. The report described him as a genius taken too soon, sparking mourning from people across various sectors of society.
Yu Mu stared at his phone, stunned. The lit cigarette slipped from his lips, but he didn’t even notice.
He scrolled through the article again and again, carefully reading every word before he could confirm it—
It was Qi Yuan.
The boy who used to chase after him, calling him “Mu-ge” (Brother Mu)—his neighbor, Qi Yuan.
His throat felt dry, and his chest tight. After a long while, he finally picked the fallen cigarette off the ground, pressed it out against the trash bin, and threw it away.
But when he returned to his desk, his mind was completely blank. He couldn’t draw a single thing.
Yu Mu was already twenty-eight this year. Qi Yuan had been five years younger.
The last time he saw Qi Yuan was seven years ago, when the boy was sixteen, in his second year of high school. They had lived in the same residential compound.
Qi Yuan’s mother had passed away when he was in eighth grade. That year, a man came to the compound to visit him.
Yu Mu still remembered that man’s black luxury car. His buddy had told him that the car alone was worth three apartments in A City.
But Qi Yuan didn’t leave with the man. It seemed like they had reached some sort of agreement. The man would cover his living expenses, but Qi Yuan insisted on staying in the compound.
Yu Mu, who used to speak bluntly, had teased him:
“Didn’t expect our little Yuan to be a rich kid. Guess I’ll be counting on you to have my back someday!”
Qi Yuan had looked at him with those deep, jet-black eyes for a long time before smiling softly and saying,
“Mu-ge, he’s not my dad. I will never acknowledge him as my father.”
But then, Qi Yuan had grabbed Yu Mu’s hand and said:
“But I recognize you as my brother. You’re my only family. I want to be with you forever.”
They were both young then. Yu Mu hadn’t thought too deeply about what he meant. He’d just been touched by the words, and even used his own allowance to treat Qi Yuan to a 100-yuan barbecue meal that night.
The two of them had been close for over a decade—until everything fell apart seven years ago.
Qi Yuan confessed to him. And kissed him.
Yu Mu had first been shocked—then disgusted.
He cursed Qi Yuan, told him to get lost, called him a freak, said he wasn’t normal.
His words had been cruel. He saw Qi Yuan’s eyes turn red.
After Qi Yuan left, Yu Mu regretted it.
He started reading about sexual orientation and found out that being gay wasn’t a disease. Often, love had nothing to do with gender.
But after that outburst, his pride stopped him from apologizing.
And as time passed, when he returned home during summer break, Qi Yuan had already moved out of the compound. Later, he heard Qi Yuan had officially become the heir of the Qi family fortune—a rich second-generation elite. The distance between them had become insurmountable.
Sometimes, relationships just end without warning. There’s no time to prepare, no chance to make it right.
Yu Mu had wanted to apologize. But now he no longer had the chance.
Qi Yuan’s sudden death had turned that mistake into a lifelong regret.
In the end, he never finished the design draft. His boss gave him a harsh scolding, though even he seemed to notice something was off and eventually let it go, telling him to take some time off.
Yu Mu took a leave of absence.
He was going to attend Qi Yuan’s funeral.
Qi Yuan had been the CEO of the Qi Corporation. The funeral was massive and shook all of A City.
Yu Mu had thought that with his status and background, he wouldn’t even be able to get through the door. But surprisingly, when the staff at the entrance saw him, they let him in without even asking—almost like someone had given prior instructions.
He didn’t want to overthink it. He followed the crowd inside, laid the flowers he’d bought in front of the altar, and glanced at the black-and-white photo of Qi Yuan. For a moment, he felt completely dazed.
Seven years had flown by.
That boy had grown into a striking man, still so beautiful, but with the sharp edges of adulthood in his features. His gaze in the photo was piercing and cold—no hint of a smile, exuding an unapproachable aura.
“Mu-ge, you finally came to see me.”
Qi Yuan’s voice suddenly echoed by his ear.
Yu Mu was startled. He looked around but found no one nearby.
He stepped aside, pressing his temple, sore from days of insomnia. I must be hallucinating, he thought.
How could I possibly hear the voice of someone already dead?
The attendees of the funeral were all influential figures in A City—people way out of Yu Mu’s league.
He had no intention of networking anyway. He just stood silently, staring at Qi Yuan’s photograph for a long while, his fists clenching at his sides, his eyes growing slightly red.
Now, he regretted it.
He wanted to apologize to Qi Yuan.
He wanted to tell him that those harsh words had been said in the heat of the moment, that he had never truly hated him.
He had always thought of him as a younger brother. As family.
He wished Qi Yuan were still alive—living well, living healthily.
But now, even if he wanted to say those things, there was no one left to listen.
Eventually, Yu Mu left the mourning hall in silence, unaware that a shadowy figure had followed behind him.
Leaving the stifling atmosphere of the funeral, Yu Mu could no longer hold it in.
He went to a northeastern-style restaurant, ordered three bottles of Erguotou (a strong Chinese liquor), and drank like a man punishing himself. When he got home, he collapsed beside the toilet, vomiting uncontrollably. The acid burned his throat and made his nose and eyes water—his handsome face soon a complete mess.
His stomach felt like it was on fire, his heart aching with it. Eyes bloodshot, Yu Mu slammed the flush button and cursed, “F**k!”
It was like the dam had broken. Years of bottled-up anger finally exploded.
He kicked walls, kicked doors, smashed things. Days of repression, guilt, and sorrow all came crashing down, turning him into a raving madman.
Words spilled from his mouth without filter:
“Qi Yuan, you little brat!”
“Didn’t they say bad weeds live a thousand years? Why the hell did you have to die so early?!”
“…”
He cursed and shouted until his voice gave out, then slumped against the wall, collapsing to the floor. His black suit and white shirt were in disarray. His short hair, sharp eyes, and straight nose made him look both wild and striking. But his lips were still pale—despite all that, only tinged slightly with pink.
Yu Mu wiped his messy face with the sleeve of his coat. His head spun, and his throat burned. Staring blankly at a single point, memories of Qi Yuan, long buried, came flooding back. His eyes went from clear to misty, until the tears finally slipped from his lashes—one drop at a time.
At some point, he fell asleep.
When he woke up again, the world around him had changed.
[Hello, Host. Congratulations on binding with the Dream Fulfillment System. Complete the assigned missions and your wish will be granted.]
A voice echoed in his mind. Yu Mu pinched his arm hard.
It hurt.
This wasn’t a dream.
And he wasn’t hungover.
He’d really transmigrated.
“…I don’t need a dream fulfillment system. Let me go back,” he said calmly, sitting up from the wooden bed. Now that the alcohol had worn off, he was much more collected.
But the system coaxed gently:
[If you complete the tasks, we can grant any wish—including bringing someone back to life. Are you sure you want to refuse, Host?]
That sentence made Yu Mu’s heart tremble.
He asked, “What’s the task?”
[You’ll be sent into five different novel worlds. In each one, you’ll play the role of the villain’s unattainable first love—their "white moonlight." Your job is to max out their affection levels. Complete this for all five villains and your wish will be granted.]
Didn’t seem too hard.
As Yu Mu thought it over, Qi Yuan’s beautiful face flashed through his mind.
He clenched his teeth and agreed.
Though he didn’t fully trust the system, nor fully understand the situation, the chance to bring Qi Yuan back… was enough for him to take the risk.
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