Spoiled Chapter 1

When Han Yun was taken away from the bar by Sun Wenyan, he stung on the car and spit out. His eyes were blurred and filled with tears. 

His appearance in the modeling circle was not very appealing because he was too delicate and seemed to lack of height… whether it is a fas.h.i.+on show or photoshoot, the response is flat but there are no red signs. 

Therefore from the beginning, after three years of modeling, Han Yun was still a third-rate model that is not short-listed.

Sun Wenyan's face is also black and green, and seems to have been beaten. While waiting for the traffic lights, he explained: "I just want to help you test your girlfriend. Are you guilty of this? Look at your girlfriend, she's a s.l.u.t! I saw it! Can you blame me?"

Han Yun's eyes are dead, if it wasn't for his breathing, he looks like he's dead.

The car smelled heavy and Sun Wenyan couldn't help but open the window. When the wind blows, Han Yun saw something out of his eyes, like an ancient man wearing a brocade suit, and if he looked again, the illusion disappeared.

The galloping BMW has a shadow on its roof, but seriously, he does not seem to be sitting on the roof of the car, but floating with his legs crossed, one hand holding the shackles and his clothes hanging on the black roof— a ghost without a solid body that would have not suprised anyone if they ever see him.

Because apart from his clothes and hair, which looked like he was going to a performance, he looks very normal, his lips and teeth are red and white, his eyebrows are thick like painting, where is he like a ghost?

The beautiful male ghost, sitting on the roof of the car, whistling in the wind to look at the scenery while listening to the sound of voices talking inside the car, he yawned blithely. 

There is a cresent moon hanging in the sky but it is vague and dim. 

He has seen something like this. 

When he was not an emperor, his brother-in-law looked up at his companion, the son of a bookseller. But as the son of the bookseller was about to marry the young lady of North Houfu, the prince asked the father to marry the lady of North Huofu on the East Palace as a concubine, and then let some eunuchs drag the bookseller's son to the partial palace and cover his mouth. 

Perhaps his brother-in-law was so bad that he died the next day of his reign, and it was his turn to sit on the throne in a state of confusion. 

In the car, Sun Wenyan smiled bitterly and said: "I helped you and you hit me. Is she important than me? How long have you known her? And you want to marry her? If you marry a woman like that, she'll get green sooner or later!" 

Just yesterday. 

Han Yun plans to propose to his girlfriend who he had been dating for a year on her birthday. He hid at his girlfriend's home, holding a cake diamond ring and unexpectedly, his girlfriend brought back a man. When they came in, they fell on the sofa and kissed. 

Han Yun is stupid for hiding behind the sofa. 

The girlfriend has greened his object. It was not someone else, it is Han Wenyan's own friend, Sun Wenyan! He entered the modeling world three years ago and met Sun Wenyan. The relations.h.i.+p between the two is very ironic. 

Sun Wenyan's inch-sized tattoo is not only handsome but taller than himself, a second-generation rich, but also more popular in the modeling world. 

No matter what, he could not have imagined that Sun Wenyan, who usually plays with the company's new male model, would even get involved with his girlfriend which was a shock!

Han Yun, who was betrayed by his girlfriend and brother, suffered a huge blow. Standing up with an iron fist, he angrily waved at Sun Wenyan's face who was taller and stronger than himself. 

His girlfriend, who was half-dressed on the couch screamed. Sun Wenyan was blindfolded by this powerful fist, his face covered with golden stars, "you f.u.c.king…" as a result, when Sun Wenyan opened his eyes, the person who saw himself was Han Yun, his scolding was stagnant.

Sun Wenyan, who responded, couldn't care less for the pain on his nose, panicked, and hurriedly said: "Yun, listen to me!" 

Han Yun did not listen at all, lifted his foot and left. Sun Wenyan didn't care about his girlfriend, and ran after him. 

Soon, he received a text message from his girlfriend in the taxi. 

"Actually, I have long wanted to tell you about breaking up. We are not suitable. You are so cold because of work, do you think I'm happy? I go out to eat with you, never dare to eat expensive, buy expensive, I don't even dare to drink milk tea! I know that it's not easy for you to make money. You've got a family that's old and young, they all rely on you to eat. You are also a big spender… I'm too tired to be with you." 

Han Yun's own family was also in turmoil. He was cold and drunk in the bar. 

At night, he received a call from his girlfriend again. She screamed and said: "Well, Han Yun, are you so jealous?!"

"You actually worked together to lie to me! Playing with what? Test my loyalty to you?! Are you satisfied now!?"

"Go out! Two dead f.a.ggots!"

He was dizzy and before he could talk, his girlfriend hung up. 

Sun Wenyan said a lot in the car, saying that he had not slept with her, just met several times. Today, he only planned to take evidence to Han Yun to see his girlfriend, and did not want to do it with her. 

He didn't know whether Han Yun had heard it or not, and Sun Wenyan felt he should have been a little sober, though he was somewhat palpitated by the way Han Yun stared at himself like a gray, beaded pair of broken gla.s.s beads which made him feel a bit guilty. 

At this time, Han Yun, who had been silent in the back seat suddenly spoke.

"If I ask you to borrow 500,000…"

"Half a million? What do you want with all that money?" He stared at the rearview mirror, "Is your father not already in control? Is there a problem?" 

"Yeah." His face was buried in the shadows. 

"It's OK to lend you. Who has no problem? We're friends, but there is no such thing as free lunch in the world…" Sun Wenyan said, his eyes peeping at his reaction in the rearview mirror. 

He estimated that Han Yun might be really drunk, and he is really desperate, otherwise he cannot ask himself to borrow money. 

Han Yun was silent. 

Observing his reaction, Sun Wenyan knew that he was still that character, and couldn't sleep with him for borrowing money. He laughed two times: "Don't worry, I'm joking. It's half a million. I'll borrow it. You'll be fine." 

He drove the car into the underground parking lot of the community and helped the drunken Han Yun enter the elevator. The little ghost emperor swaying around Han Yun, floating, also drifted inside the elevator. Sun Wenyan was holding the drunken Han Yun, who is basically unstable. Sun Wenyan looked down at his mobile phone. 

The little emperor floated on top of his head, staring curiously at his mobile phone. 

A small wild model sent him a message late at night: "Sun, where are you? I am so bored, let's go out and get a room?"

In exchange for the usual, Sun Wenyan would probably return the news to accompany him to play but today, as he looked at the unconscious Han Yun, who has lost his love, this is a good opportunity for himself. Who still has the take care of your little sons?¹

When Han Yun lost his love and was disheartened, wouldn't he be able to take him down if he was to be more considerate and take advantage of his weakness? Can he win him? 

In the modeling world, how can there be 100% straight man?

Although the little emperor stayed in this state for a month around Han Yun, he still didn't know much about the text, but Sun Wenyan was a Hong Kong native and loved to use traditional chinese characters.

He understood the words above, even if he didn't understand the meaning of "get a room", but it meant he could figure it out. 

The little emperor hummed and went staright into Sun Wenyan's body. He was so cold that he immediately fought a cold war and his cell phone fell to the ground. 

It's summer. Why is it cold?

However, two or three seconds later, the little emperor was rejected by a repulsion, Sun Wenyan immediately felt a spring back, but the warmth, not only failed to alleviate his fear, but rather added to his fears.

"d.a.m.n it!" Sun Wenyan socffed, rubbing his arm, staring at the elevator number with slight trepidation, for fear of a sudden failure. 

He's so big. He hasn't seen a couple of ghost movies and he's so afraid of something that was impossible. 

The little emperor looked at him as scared as a dog and laughed: "If you can see me, you have to take your head off to give you the impression and scare your dog's guts!" ²

He tried several times before on Han Yun, and he seemed to fit and blend perfectly together. He was able to synchronize his movements, lifting his hand, carrying himself, eating, and opening his mouth. 

There's even a strange feeling of satiety, as if he could really be made into substance. 

It just doesn't taste anything. 

At every meal, he misses being a man himself, he misses being an emperor, he especially misses the craftmans.h.i.+p of the imperial kitchen. 

He wants to be a human, he doesn't want to be a ghost…… even if he's no longer an emperor, he wants to be a person. 

When the elevator arrived, Sun Wenyan helped Han Yun out, who had just soak in the car and had a peculiar smell, he directly put Han Yun into his bathroom, put water in the bathtub, and planned to bathe him.

As a result, he just put Han Yun into the bathtub when he opened his eyes. Black orbs stared at him: "Let me stay for awhile."

"You are like this…" Sun Wenyan did not expect him to have the strength to speak.

"I don't want to see you. Don't make me smack you." Han Yun looked away and feebly spat out two words, "Get out." 

Sun Wenyan was trying to soothe him that he did something that he was sorry for, but he still felt guilty. Sun Wenyan paused and said: "Then I am at the door, Ah Yun, call me if you need anything." 

The man went out and closed the door. The heat was in the bathroom, the mirror was covered with a thin layer of fog. 

The little emperor saw Han Yun soaked in a hot water and wanted to give it a try. 

He moved and controlled himself to lie in. 

He didn't feel the heat of the outside world but when he blended comfortably into the body of Han Yun, he could feel the hot water surrounding his body. For a moment, the little emperor wanted to moan in comfort, almost feeling alive and becoming human. 

Just then, he suddenly felt a force pulling his head into the water— it was Han Yun moving. He dragged himself to the bottom of the water, the back of his head stuck to the bottom of the tub. 

The little emperor who had died, felt as if he had died again. Unable to breathe, the water pressed his body, his ears, making him deaf and drowning in horror.

In the water, Han Yun closed his lips, his eyes were closed, his hands clinging to the bathtub wall and sinking himself to the bottom of the water. 

The little emperor understood it. This idiot is dead!!!

He tried to emerge from the body of Han Yun, who was desperate to die, and finally struggled as he felt his brief life was about to end…

He sat in the hot water with lingering fear and found himself unable to float away from him. 

His head was a little dizzy and when he looked down, he realized that the dragon robe he had buried with him was missing! Instead, it's a symmetrical body that was too white and had never seen the sun. 

He slammed his head and reacted— he revived the corpse…

What strange things did the little emperor have not seen? He became a ghost… and he accepted it with frankness. Now he has revived his corpse, he was not shocked. However, he wasn't sure whether it was just a matter of moment, or whether the "Han Yun" with the same name as him, was really dead. 

The load from his body made him feel like he was suffering from headache, a reaction that would have occured only if he had drunk, but the person who drunk was not him so even though he and Han Yun share the same body, his head remained strangely awake. 

Outside the door, Sun Wenyan, who heard the movement inside was busy pus.h.i.+ng the door in, "Ah Yun, have you finished was.h.i.+ng?"

The little emperor just came out of water, covered himself with a bath towel and cast a cold eye on Sun Wenyan so he could not wait for a holy order to let his head drop. ³

Sun Wenyan was shocked.

The feeling of a cold back… how could it be as cold as the one in the elevator… Sun Wenyan was afraid he would slip, and an inspiration hugged him: "Slowly…" he was struck by the slippery touch.

The little emperor, who never had a male-pet in his life, was disgusted when he saw Sun Wenyan— even if he raises a male-pet, he wouldn't have a such a big, big, big, big, big, big and tough guy who loves to ask for advice.

He didn't want to play with Sun Wenyan at all, slapped him down, yelling: "f.u.c.k off!" … Sun Wenyan was so careless that he stared hard.

footnotes:

¹the original phrase was "who has the time to deal with you little b.i.t.c.hes?" but i think it's too degrading and doesn't suit the whole paragraph at all LOL

² i think the little emperor is saying that he have to remove his head to give him the impression of a scary ghost so that he could scare his dog's guts LOLOLOL

³ "… for a holy order to let his head drop" i think the author means, he wouldn't have to wait for orders to hung his head in shame because he's an 'emperor'… and emperors don't take orders from anyone unless it came from the heavens above… please correct me if wrong!!!

the author has something to say: sun is just a cannon fodder! cannon fodder!

t/n: the last sentence… when i first translated it, it was actually "Sun Wenyan accidentally became hard" and i laughed like a dead pig hahahahahahaha!!! i thought he actually got hard from staring at HY… at first i was going to leave it that way but it's not the actual translation…