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He was being entangled.

Su Zeming frowned, his gaze toward the boy tinged with growing impatience. After an inexplicable transmigration, he found himself pursued by a boy who seemed off from the start…

Having matured into an adult, Su Zeming’s first reaction was not excitement for an impending “passionate adventure,” but rather irritation at the disruption of his peaceful life.

“Don’t be mad, mister. Oh, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Tomie, Tsuji Tomie. What’s your name, mister?” Tomie approached Su Zeming with a lively step, his beautiful eyes curiously examining the young man a head taller than himself, seemingly unaware that anything was amiss.

Su Zeming rubbed his temples, feeling a headache facing this delicate and refined boy.

As far as he knew, present-day Yokohama was heavily influenced by organized crime, and public safety was likely a grave concern.

And the boy before him…

Su Zeming studied the approaching youth carefully.

He had to admit, this boy named Tsuji Tomie possessed a face that drove both men and women wild. Su Zeming had already experienced the allure of this youth firsthand in the restaurant.

“Where do you live? I’ll take you home.” Su Zeming put the keys back in his pocket, intending to escort Tsuji home first. Even if this boy brought trouble, he couldn’t just stand by idly.

Tomie’s smile froze, his dark eyes locking onto Su Zeming’s with a strange gaze—part appraisal, part probing, and laced with an unfathomable chill.

Seeing Tomie silent, Su Zeming didn’t press but simply met his gaze quietly.

After a while, the delicate youth spoke slowly, “My home’s just two blocks away.” He raised a hand, pointing in the direction. Su Zeming followed the gesture; it wasn’t far—just enough to sober up.

Walking along, Tsuji Tomie seemed uninterested in speaking further. After a few earlier clashes, even a doll would have some temper, let alone the spoiled and arrogant Tomie.

Originally, Su Zeming thought he could quietly get through this time, but soon the boy started talking again. His excellent emotional control and adjustment skills earned Su Zeming’s admiration.

If only his colleagues had such ability, they wouldn’t be scowling every day from the boss’s anger.

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“I already told you my name, mister. You’re so rude not to say yours,” the boy complained, his clear voice tinged with displeasure, irresistibly drawing attention.

His voice seemed magical, compelling others to listen, acknowledge, and care.

“Su Zeming, here we are. Looks like your family’s waiting for you.” By then, they had arrived at the place Tomie had indicated. From afar, Su Zeming saw the nameplate: Tsuji Residence.

At the door stood an elderly couple, supporting each other as they anxiously glanced toward the street corner, as if waiting desperately for someone’s return.

Tomie clicked his tongue unhappily and slowly walked toward the house. The old couple immediately brightened upon seeing the boy and warmly welcomed him.

Su Zeming stood still, watching the family reunion. The old man excitedly grabbed the boy’s arm, inspecting him repeatedly with a nervous yet eager expression that felt somewhat eerie.

The old woman also held the boy’s hand, tears streaming as she gently caressed it.

From a short distance, Su Zeming frowned. While it looked like a caring elderly couple greeting their child, the scene strangely radiated an unsettling and discordant aura.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it—perhaps the overly frequent and intense physical contact… Could it be that Tsuji had run away from home and was just brought back today?

Otherwise, Su Zeming couldn’t explain the couple’s excessive nervousness and excitement.

After thoroughly checking Tomie, the couple ushered him inside, completely ignoring Su Zeming—no thanks, no greeting, as if he were invisible.

Su Zeming didn’t mind; as long as Tsuji Tomie was safely home, that was enough. Still, what a strange family.

Looking up at the brightly lit house, the warm yellow lights oddly resembled the dim, yellow eyes of a beast, emitting an uncomfortable feeling.

For the next several days, Su Zeming did not encounter the boy named Tsuji Tomie again, and his own life gradually returned to normal.

Though transmigrated, changes among his colleagues were minor; a few familiar faces remained, including the meticulous and troublesome supervisor.

However, the company’s name had changed, its main direction shifted, and the clothing store beneath the building had become a detective agency.

Aside from some initial discomfort, Su Zeming quickly adapted. The pervasive familiarity made him suspect he had transmigrated into a parallel version of himself.

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And one strikingly similar to his original world—otherwise, this sensation of having transmigrated yet not fully would be too bizarre. Surely, he hadn’t taken the entire company with him.

Oh, and the convenience store on the corner, as well as his parents who were abroad.

This thought left Su Zeming speechless—wasn’t that a bit far-fetched?

“Hey, Senior Su, want to grab a drink after work?”

Su Zeming turned to see his coworker Takitani Makoto, who seemed to have just brewed some coffee and was about to take a break. Takitani was one of the new colleagues after his transmigration, apparently replacing a balding coworker.

After a few days, Su Zeming felt Takitani’s friendliness and reliability. Overall, he was a pleasant colleague to work with.

“Anyone else coming? If it’s just the two of us, I’m not much of a drinker.” Su Zeming agreed. He was happy to join such friendly and normal socializing.

Takitani laughed heartily. “Kobayashi’s coming too.” Kobayashi? Su Zeming recalled—a female coworker who also appeared after the transmigration and was one of the few women on the team.

From the desk opposite, Kobayashi leaned out and greeted Su Zeming. “And me, Senior Su.”

Su Zeming nodded. “Looking forward to after work.”

Takitani set down his coffee. “Yeah, I look forward to it every day.”

He stretched and rubbed his sore neck. “It’s a plan then. I better get back to work. I saw the supervisor getting angry while brewing coffee.”

He pursed his lips nervously and swiftly returned to his desk.

Su Zeming couldn’t help but chuckle silently—transmigrated or not, the supervisor remained unbearably annoying.

Shoving all chaotic thoughts aside, Su Zeming began working just before the supervisor stepped into the office.