The Overbearing CEO Is Driven Mad by His Frail Canary 1

Chapter 1

Midnight. Torrential rain poured down, a flash of lightning splitting the silent night sky.

Inside the empty company.

Xia Wansheng, staring at the darkened computer screen and the unsaved final proposal due to the power outage, answered his boss’s call with a heart full of despair.

A furious roar came from the other end: “We agreed you’d give me the proposal before the end of the workday. What time is it? Do you still want your bonus?!”

It was clear the boss had tolerated him for a long time. The project was about to be finalized, the perfect time to replace him and reap the rewards, but he had been stubbornly refusing to give up his position.

“I don’t want it. You can fire me.”

Xia Wansheng was unexpectedly calm.

“What did you say?!” The boss’s reprimand couldn’t be drowned out even by the noisy rain. “You’ve gotten bold, haven’t you? Do you think the project can’t be completed without you?!”

Xia Wansheng calmly listened to his boss’s roar on the other end of the phone, then hung up. He crossed the pitch-black corridor, preparing to return to his rented room for some rest. He was simply too tired.

Moving out of the urban village would have to wait. Finding a new job would require a transition period.

He closed his eyes in the backseat of the taxi. Not even a few seconds later, at the intersection, a truck barreled straight towards him.

Facing the blinding headlights of the truck, Xia Wansheng thought: Haha, no need to work overtime tomorrow.

Inside the Yu family villa.

Yu Congyan, having waited patiently like a hunter, darkened his face and flicked on the bedroom light with a “snap.”

The light illuminated Xia Wansheng, who was holding a stack of confidential documents.

Xia Wansheng hadn’t reacted yet, blinking in confusion, unsure where the car accident had taken him.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

After a long while, the man’s voice sounded, low and cold, tinged with mockery.

“Wansheng, your younger brother said you were coming to steal the contract tonight. What are you doing?” Yu Congyan’s tone was still gentle and affectionate, but his eyes were frighteningly cold.

“I trusted you so much. Why did you betray my trust?”

What’s going on?

Xia Wansheng listened blankly to the system’s broadcast in his mind:

[Hello host, you have transmigrated into a book.]

[The person before you is the male protagonist, Yu Aotian. In his past life, Yu Aotian was busy with his career, but unexpectedly suffered betrayal from his lover, who leaked secrets, ruining his family. Reborn into this life, he must rise again, kick away the green tea bitch, eliminate his rivals, become a multi-billionaire, and reclaim everything that belongs to him!]

Such a standard protagonist setting, unfortunately it had nothing to do with him.

He didn’t know what kind of bizarre dream this was. He hadn’t had time to read any Jinjiang novels recently.

“So noisy.” Xia Wansheng ignored the tasks the system continued to issue. “Hurry up and end this farce. When I wake up, I still have to go back to work if I haven’t been fired.”

Perhaps because the confrontation had gone on for too long, and the culprit remained silent, Yu Congyan’s brows furrowed, his patience wearing thin.

“Aren’t you going to explain your actions?”

Yu Congyan watched the person in front of him remain motionless, coldly waiting to see how he would make up an excuse this time.

With both human and material evidence present, he was extremely disappointed in Xia Wansheng, who had betrayed him.

Xia Wansheng frowned.

Explain? Explain what? After a long day of work, he was already annoyed to death. Even in a dream, he had to play this boring cosplay with a rich person.

Was he destined for a life of hardship?

Xia Wansheng sighed and said:

“I have to go to work.”

He turned and opened the window, about to jump.

Past dream experiences told him that as long as he broke the current environment, he would wake up.

Yu Congyan hadn’t yet processed what he had said.

Then, in a split second, he saw his actions and his pupils instantly contracted.

Yu Congyan: “!!!”

Xia Wansheng’s upper body was already leaning out, the rushing cold rain almost piercing his chest.

Just as he was about to return to the world of work, a powerful force suddenly gripped his waist, pulling him back with irresistible force!

“!”

Xia Wansheng felt his stomach lurch, staring incredulously at this Yu Aotian.

What was going on? Did the NPCs in this dream also have interactive functions?

He frowned and turned his head, seeing Yu Congyan holding him tightly, refusing to let go.

Yu Congyan suppressed his lingering fear, his eyes suddenly turning icy, fierce as if trying to see through him: “Xia Wansheng, so guilty, what trick are you trying to pull this time?!”

“Do you think you can make me forgive you by threatening to die?”

Xia Wansheng went silent.

After a moment, he said blankly: “Why is this dream demon so persistent?”

Yu Congyan paused, not understanding what he was saying.

A moment later, many clichéd plotlines flooded his mind.

“CEO Yu, Stop Entangling, Madam Has Really Lost His Memory”

“The Canary Becomes Mentally Challenged, CEO Yu, Please Behave Yourself”…

He tightened his grip abruptly, roaring: “Don’t think you can fool me by pretending to be crazy!”

[Transmigration Mission: Play the role of the “Canary,” go offline at the appropriate time, and become the tyrannical CEO’s eternal white moonlight.]

The system’s voice rang in his mind, and Xia Wansheng finally realized something was wrong.

[Mission reward: Five million, can be brought back to the real world!] The system tried to assert its presence.

[Five million! Five million!]

Xia Wansheng’s movements paused for a second, his attempts to push away stopped.

This dream really understood his character.

He calmly patted Yu Congyan’s hand and said: “I won’t jump. Let go of me first.”

Having just witnessed him almost jump out of the window, Yu Congyan naturally refused to let go: “You move away from the window first.”

This five million is so troublesome?

Xia Wansheng cleared his throat, trying his best to recall the canary’s soft and delicate tone from the novel: “Let go, CEO Yu, you’re hurting me…”

Before he finished speaking, Yu Congyan let go as if possessed.

His expression was angry, the look in his eyes even more unreadable: “What are you up to now?”

Yu Congyan had just been reborn. Living his life again, he vowed to avoid the tragic fate of his family’s ruin. He had originally intended to catch Xia Wansheng red-handed, but Xia Wansheng’s previous behavior was completely unexpected. Only now did Yu Congyan regain his composure.

Yu Congyan sneered inwardly: Putting on such a pitiful act.

He would never forget the end of his past life, when he was framed by the villain and went to seek justice, only to be humiliatingly pinned down on his knees with his hands tied behind his back.

Looking up, he saw Xia Wansheng on the other side, arm in arm with the villain, laughing heartily.

But even after being reborn, no matter how much he tried to recall, he couldn’t clearly see that person’s face.

He only heard Xia Wansheng’s familiar, crisp voice above him: “You’re so easy to deceive.”

Deafening, it pierced his heart with pain and shame.

Having lost his support, Xia Wansheng realized how weak his body was, unable to even stand.

He slowly slid down against the wall, closing his eyes as he gasped for breath — in reality, he was thinking about how to respond.

“Xia Wansheng, thinking about how to make up a lie?” Yu Congyan coldly observed his fragile face. He used to love this face so much, but now, looking at it, he only felt scheming and unpredictable.

After a while.

Xia Wansheng raised his head, his eyelashes trembling, tears on the verge of falling, as if he had given up struggling.

“No, I stole them.”

“Call the police.”