Su Yiran sensed something was wrong with Ting-ge. Seeing his bloodshot eyes and the way he was looking at the wardrobe—there seemed to be… a hint of hostility?

What’s wrong with Ting-ge?

Su Yiran glanced at the wardrobe beside him, feeling confused. He stepped forward to hug Ting-ge, only to realize Ting-ge’s hands were clenched into fists and his arms were trembling slightly. He immediately grew anxious.
“Ting-ge, what’s wrong with you?”

He ran his hands up and down Ting-ge’s arms, took one of his hands and kissed it, worried.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Where does it hurt?”

Gu Yuanting was pulled back to reality by Ranran’s concern. He withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes to look faintly at Su Yiran, then suddenly grabbed his wrist, curling his lips into a strange smile.
“It’s nothing. Nothing at all.”

But Ting-ge didn’t look “fine” at all. Su Yiran was getting worried—just moments ago he was fine, how did he suddenly change?

He thought of Ting-ge’s depression. Depressed patients often had sudden emotional shifts, especially when triggered. Seeing the small stool next to the wardrobe, Su Yiran wondered—had coming back to the old home reminded Ting-ge of unpleasant things from the past?

His heart ached, and he regretted it. This place, while filled with many of their happy memories, also held a shadow from Ting-ge’s childhood.

That beggar ring’s hideout had been in the outskirts of a neighboring county. When Su Yiran’s parents brought Ting-ge home from the hospital, Ting-ge’s left leg had been reattached after a fracture and he still needed crutches for a long time.

A fracture takes a hundred days to heal—especially with Ting-ge’s severe injury. He used crutches for months at home, mocked and ridiculed by ignorant local kids.

Back then, young Ting-ge had been withdrawn and silent, often sitting alone on a small stool in a dark corner of the house. Even after his leg healed and the crutches were gone, it took a long time for him to recover emotionally.

Su Yiran now regretted bringing him back here. He had wanted to help Ting-ge relax and recover, but the first day back, the symptoms of his illness seemed to worsen.

With his wrist still caught in Ting-ge’s grip, Su Yiran could only use his free hand to touch his face and softly comfort him.
“Let’s go back and rest, okay? Mom and Dad must have made something delicious.”

Gu Yuanting didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled Ranran’s wrist sharply, lifted his chin, paused for a moment, and then lowered his head to kiss him. The violent impulse in his chest roared to life. In this house—filled with memories of Ranran and the “original host”—it felt like stepping into the original host’s territory.

And here, in the original host’s territory, being intimate with Ranran… it was like making the original host watch helplessly as he marked Ranran as his own.

The original host could only watch and do nothing.

Gu Yuanting kissed him fiercely, a twisted excitement growing inside him. He wanted to leave heavy marks on Ranran’s body in front of the original host. He wanted to bite Ranran’s lips until blood came, leaving trembling bite marks…

Su Yiran didn’t know what Ting-ge was thinking. He only stroked Ting-ge’s hair gently and responded tenderly.

Gu Yuanting’s head was pounding, his reason slipping away—but after kissing for a while, he found he couldn’t bring himself to hurt Ranran. He couldn’t make him cry or bleed. Reluctantly, he eased back and only gave his lips a light bite.

Gradually, he calmed down. Loosening Su Yiran, he looked around the room and said calmly,
“Let’s go. Time to eat.”

Su Yiran quickly agreed, holding Ting-ge’s hand as they left the old house. At the doorway, Gu Yuanting looked back one last time at the old house.

He was going to destroy it.

With a bulldozer. Flatten it.

—

That night, the family sat around the table, the atmosphere warm and lively. The baby sat in a stroller nearby, babbling happily as if sharing in the joy.

Su Yiran kept an eye on Ting-ge. Seeing him appear normal again, he relaxed slightly. He decided that once the New Year was over, he would take Ting-ge back to City A immediately for continued treatment.

At dinner, Su’s parents chatted about hometown news and the baby’s funny moments. As older folks, they liked to reminisce about the past. Partway through, Father Su began recalling,
“Seeing Ting-ting now makes me so happy. I remember when we first took him in, the child had suffered so much. He barely spoke at home. Just thinking about it makes me sad…”

Su Yiran’s heart skipped a beat. He quickly interrupted,
“Dad!”
Then he glanced anxiously at Ting-ge.

Gu Yuanting smiled at Ranran.
“It’s fine.”

Mother Su shot Father Su a glare.
“Why bring that up now?” She turned to Gu Yuanting with a smile.
“Come, Ting-ting, don’t mind your dad. Eat, eat.”

Gu Yuanting said quickly,
“Thanks, Mom. Really, it’s fine.”

Father Su realized his mistake—why bring up unhappy memories when the family had just reunited? He raised his glass with a smile.
“My bad. Come on, Ting-ting, let’s drink.”

Gu Yuanting raised his glass and drank with him, then the conversation returned to light topics.

But Father Su’s words had stirred up memories from Gu Yuanting’s previous life.

At four or five years old, he was abducted from Haishi to a beggar ring in a remote small city. At first, the ringleader saw him as too young for heavy labor and made him beg. He once tried to escape but was caught and beaten. After that, he was forced to beg regularly and often abused.

He tried escaping several times, but being young and weak, he was always caught. Years later, “Su Yiran” was also captured and assigned to beg with him.

At the time, Gu Yuanting was planning another escape. Spending much time together, one day “Su Yiran” discovered his plan. Forced to include him, they agreed to escape together.

But when the time came, “Su Yiran,” scared, betrayed him—reporting him to the gang. Gu Yuanting’s leg was broken, and they deliberately left it untreated so he’d be a crippled child who could earn more money begging. “Su Yiran” got better treatment in return.

A year later, he finally succeeded in escaping and alerted the police. The ring was destroyed, and the children rescued. Most were claimed by their parents.

In the hospital, his leg was confirmed permanently damaged. With no one claiming him, he was about to be sent to a welfare home—but he overheard that escaped gang members were nearby. Afraid of being targeted, he fled alone to a small town to find work.

There, a disabled child, he was met with rejection everywhere until he met the Su couple, who took him in out of kindness.

Returning home with them, he discovered they were “Su Yiran’s” parents—and they recognized each other. Out of gratitude to the Su couple, he never told them what their son had done. But “Su Yiran,” out of guilt and jealousy, tried to drive him away—framing him for theft, assault, and worse. Eventually, Gu Yuanting ended up in juvenile detention.

When he got out, the Su couple had given up on him and sent him to the welfare home anyway.

Being abandoned by the only kindness he’d known twisted his heart. He hated “Su Yiran,” and toward the Su couple, he felt less hatred than deep disappointment and numbness.

The original host’s life, however… was different.

The memories passed in a flash. Gu Yuanting tightened his grip on his glass, downing the liquor in one gulp.

“Stop drinking, you’ll get drunk,” Su Yiran said worriedly, taking the glass from his hand and setting it aside. “Getting drunk feels awful.”

The cold bitterness in Gu Yuanting’s heart suddenly warmed. Looking at Ranran, he wanted to kiss him immediately.
“Okay, no more.”

Su Yiran figured Ting-ge had been reminded of past events by his father’s words and felt sorry for him.

When he had first transmigrated, he found himself in a child’s body—right beside an injured Gu Yuanting whose leg had just been broken.

Quickly understanding the situation, he realized he was in a beggar gang. Gu Yuanting was already an “old member” there. His broken leg… had been indirectly caused by the original “Su Yiran.”

Even though he wasn’t the same person, Su Yiran still felt guilty, and angry at the gang, and sorry for Gu Yuanting.

Thanks to his past life’s medical knowledge, he knew how to treat fractures. He secretly did what he could to help Gu Yuanting, hoping that if they escaped quickly, his leg could be saved.

At first, Gu Yuanting was hostile toward him, but Su Yiran worked hard to earn his trust. Eventually, he was allowed to treat the injury.

Later, Su Yiran planned to escape—but since Gu Yuanting’s leg was still badly hurt, he decided to leave alone first, call the police, and return to rescue him.

A chance came unexpectedly. In the chaos, Su Yiran ran out and alerted the police, then led them back. Gu Yuanting was rescued, but he thought Su Yiran had betrayed and abandoned him.

The children were hospitalized. Thanks to the treatment Su Yiran had provided earlier, Gu Yuanting’s leg healed—though it was left with a lingering weakness in cold, damp weather.

Su Yiran remembered how back then, Ting-ge had been so disillusioned and uncaring that he didn’t even care if his leg healed.

In those days, there was little awareness of mental health in China, and no real psychological treatment available.

From then until now, they had gone through school, university, marriage, and even had a child together.

Holding Ting-ge’s hand, Su Yiran kissed it gently. He would make sure to cure him.

After dinner, the family chatted, watched TV, and played with the baby until it was past eight.

Unlike the big city, where people stayed up past midnight, here the village was quiet after seven, and by eight or nine most houses were dark.

The Su family went to bed. Su Yiran and Gu Yuanting returned to their room.

After his shower, Gu Yuanting saw a framed photo of Ranran and the original host from their university days. His chest tightened, and the day’s memories came rushing back.

Twisted feelings welled up again. He reached out and flipped the frame face down with a sharp “clack.”

Su Yiran, lying on the bed, didn’t think much of it. He lifted the blanket and patted the space beside him.
“Come.”

Gu Yuanting looked at him, eyes darkening. He tugged at his collar and suddenly pounced.

My Ranran.

Su Yiran was caught off guard.
“Hey, wait—mm… mmm…”

…

Gu Yuanting had had some wine. The alcohol burned in his veins, amplifying his jealousy and bitterness. His voice was hoarse as he murmured in Ranran’s ear with a smirk,
“Ranran’s skin is so soft.”

Su Yiran’s face burned at the mischievous gleam in Ting-ge’s eyes. So he was drunk.
“Don’t… don’t say nonsense…”

The alcohol’s influence grew, eroding Gu Yuanting’s control. Possessiveness, madness, jealousy, and warped emotions took over. He remembered his earlier fantasies in the old house.

Suddenly, he stopped, reached for the overturned photo frame, and set it upright—so that the original host’s face stared at them.

Su Yiran, half-dazed, looked at him in puzzlement.

Gu Yuanting’s excitement spiked. He kissed Ranran again. Soon Su Yiran was too distracted to think.

Every hair on Gu Yuanting’s body was thrilled—defiling the original host’s wife right in front of him.

He laughed inwardly.

So, it turns out… I’m a pervert.

Do you see this, original host?