Chapter 109 – Han Yun & Xiao Mu Extra 4: Marry Me

A few months later, the movie wrapped. That evening, the production team held a wrap party, inviting the cast and a few of the producers to celebrate the successful completion of filming.

Several film producers, along with the director, assistant director, and lead actors, gathered in a beautifully decorated private room.

Han Yun had also been invited, but declined due to a last-minute obligation.

Though Han Yun wasn’t present, other high-level executives from the production companies were—including President Chen from Jiayuan Entertainment, a man notoriously known in the industry for his predatory behavior.

It was rumored that he had a particular taste for good-looking Omegas. He was said to drug their drinks to trigger an early heat, making them defenseless and unable to resist. Many small-time stars who had shot to fame under him had gone through this. Most, pressured by the promise of resources, swallowed their shame and waited to be discarded or passed along to other higher-ups.

This was the industry. Few who climbed to the top did so cleanly. Selling your body—it was often only a matter of time.

Before the dinner, Xiao Mu’s agent had quietly warned him: keep a low profile. Don’t offend anyone, but don’t compromise yourself either. Know how to walk the tightrope.

Xiao Mu kept that advice in mind. As he toasted the director and producers, he remained polite and measured—avoiding unnecessary talk or interaction.

As the dinner neared its end, Xiao Mu stood to go to the restroom. On his way past the table, President Chen suddenly called out to him.

Cautious, Xiao Mu approached and greeted him respectfully.

President Chen gave him a leering smile, his eyes narrowing as they roved up and down Xiao Mu’s body.

The director quickly chimed in,
“Xiao Mu, President Chen thinks highly of you. Hurry up and offer him a proper toast.”

Xiao Mu gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and personally filled President Chen’s glass before pouring one for himself. He raised his glass and said,
“President Chen, a toast to you.”

President Chen stared at him with obsession, then reached out and touched his waist, motioning for him to sit on his lap.

Xiao Mu’s face went pale, and he didn’t move.

President Chen’s expression faltered slightly, and the atmosphere grew awkward.

“Xiao Mu,” President Chen said again, masking his tone with another smile, “nothing improper—just admiration. Come on, let’s switch glasses and have a more intimate drink.”

Xiao Mu took a step back, a flicker of displeasure crossing his face.

President Chen’s expression darkened at the rebuff.

Seeing things turn tense, the director quickly tried to smooth things over:
“Xiao Mu, no need to be so stiff—it’s just a drink. We just finished a long shoot, let’s relax a little. President Chen means no harm, really. Come on, don’t make it awkward.”

Hearing the director speak up, Xiao Mu knew that if he didn’t go through with it now, the situation would become even harder to handle. Though his instincts screamed that President Chen would never settle for just a drink, he couldn’t put everyone on the spot.

He reached for the wineglass, leaned in slightly as per President Chen’s cue, and linked arms with him. Then, without hesitation, he downed the wine in the glass President Chen had just handed him.

President Chen watched with satisfaction as the pretty boy downed the entire glass in one go. Still arm-in-arm with Xiao Mu, he slowly sipped his own drink, eyes glinting with something darker.

Suddenly, a voice rang out behind them—chillingly cold.
“Apologies. I’m late.”

Xiao Mu was still in the posture of a crossed-arm toast with President Chen when he heard the voice. His entire body froze. His heart turned bitter on the spot.

So… that was it.

There was no doubt Han Yun had seen everything—him clinking glasses with President Chen, their arms intertwined. Anyone witnessing it would leap to conclusions.

A toast like that? It practically screamed “compromise.” Han Yun must think he had sold himself.

As Han Yun entered, the room shifted. Everyone stood up to greet him, flattered by his sudden appearance. They raised their glasses in turn. Han Yun clinked with each of them, composed and indifferent.

When it was President Chen’s turn, Han Yun glanced at his glass and said coolly,
“President Chen, care to drink a cross-arm toast with me too?”

President Chen froze, caught off guard, and quickly caught the implication. With a dry laugh he replied,
“Oh, of course not. I was just fooling around with Xiao Mu. He’s your pick—how would I dare?”

Han Yun gave him a long look, his lips curving into a not-quite-smile. He said nothing more and tossed back his drink in one gulp.

Xiao Mu stood there like a shadow, lifeless, heart heavy.

Han Yun’s pick? No—he was just an asset. A profitable investment. That was all.

One day, maybe, Han Yun would be the one to hand him over to another executive in the name of business. Thinking of that, Xiao Mu mentally tallied his savings. It might just be enough to cover the penalty to terminate his contract.

Only a few minutes passed before Xiao Mu suddenly felt the alcohol hit. A burning sensation surged through his body, especially at his lower abdomen and nape. It came in waves, ravaging his nerves, stealing his reason.

In his haze, he saw Han Yun get up, say a polite goodbye to the others, and then stride toward him.

Without saying a word, Han Yun wrapped an arm around Xiao Mu’s waist and walked him out.

Xiao Mu, dizzy and disoriented, couldn’t process much. But instinctively, he followed Han Yun’s lead.

In the parking lot, the chauffeur was waiting. Seeing his boss helping a shaky trainee toward the car, he stepped forward to help—but Han Yun stopped him.

“I’ll carry him. You get in and drive. Find the nearest hotel—fast.”

The boy in his arms had clearly drunk the spiked wine from President Chen. He was entering early-stage heat. If no one marked him soon, he’d suffer terribly on his own.

The driver took them to the nearest hotel and quickly checked them in. Han Yun carried Xiao Mu into the room and laid him on the bed. The boy was already burning hot. The scent of wine and pheromones filled the air.

Xiao Mu clung to Han Yun’s shirt, refusing to let go.

Han Yun looked down at this reckless Omega—who just hours ago was arm-in-arm with that infamous predator, drinking from his hand. His emotions tangled into knots of urgency and fury.

He hadn’t planned to come tonight. But the moment he heard Xiao Mu was dining at the same table as President Chen, he couldn’t sit still. He had his assistant cover his original engagement and rushed over. And what did he see the moment he walked in?

Xiao Mu and that old pervert drinking from crossed arms, like a gift on a platter.

He had wanted to grab this Omega, tie him up, and teach him a lesson.

Somewhere during all this, Xiao Mu had opened his eyes. He blinked up at Han Yun for a long moment.

Then, rubbing his eyes hard with the back of his hand, he stared again—silent, confused.

In his haze, Xiao Mu let out a silly little laugh, nuzzling his flushed cheek against Han Yun’s shirt.
“Han Yun’s in my dream again… Can you stay a little longer this time?”

Han Yun’s heart trembled. Looking at the Omega flushed red with heat, he finally lowered his head toward the back of Xiao Mu’s neck. This time, following the pull of his own desire, he bit down.

…

Xiao Mu woke up in a haze of pain. His gland… and down there… both hurt.

He patted his forehead, trying to clear his head. When he turned to the side and saw someone lying next to him, his heart skipped a beat.

And when he realized that man was Han Yun, his brain went blank, buzzing for what felt like forever.

As if sensing something, Han Yun slowly opened his eyes under Xiao Mu’s stunned stare.

“You’re awake?”
His deep, husky morning voice carried a lazy sensuality that made Xiao Mu’s ears burn.

Han Yun sat up, shirtless, revealing a well-toned chest. Xiao Mu’s eyes flushed hot, and he quickly looked away in embarrassment.
“Last night… it was me who seduced you again, wasn’t it?”

He couldn’t remember anything from the night before—but he instinctively assumed that if he hadn’t made the first move, Han Yun wouldn’t have touched him.

“No.”
Han Yun’s response was firm, his gaze deep.

Xiao Mu froze, biting his lip.
“Then…?”

“You were drugged by President Chen. It triggered an early heat.”
Han Yun’s tone was flat, but his eyes still carried a chill—as if he hadn’t forgiven Xiao Mu for that cross-arm toast with Chen.

Xiao Mu dropped his head in shame, a pang of guilt twisting in his chest. After a long pause, he looked up and said,
“Thank you, President Han. You were helping me—I won’t ask you to take responsibility.”

With that, he quietly got out of bed and started getting dressed.

Han Yun remained seated, eyebrows raised, looking displeased.
“I don’t do the whole sugar daddy routine.”

Xiao Mu froze mid-button, gave a bitter smile, and nodded while enduring the lingering pain in his body.
“I know, President Han. Once I’m dressed, I’ll leave on my own.”

Once he had saved enough for the penalty, Xiao Mu planned to leave for good.

But suddenly, Han Yun stepped off the bed, his long legs striding over. He grabbed Xiao Mu’s shirt—half-worn and still unbuttoned—pulled it open, then pressed Xiao Mu down onto the bed, leaning over him with dangerous intent.

“I don’t do the whole sugar daddy thing,” Han Yun said, his voice low and commanding. “So once you’ve slept with me, there’s only one option—marry me.”

Marry… Han Yun?

Xiao Mu thought he had misheard. He placed a hand against Han Yun’s chest in a feeble push, his eyes welling up, his voice trembling.
“President Han… are you joking? You don’t even like me. And aren’t you… engaged? To that young master from Huayang Real Estate?”

“You mean Wang Chengze?” Han Yun suddenly chuckled, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
“He’s not my fiancé. He’s my cousin.”

“What?” Xiao Mu’s tears spilled over, his entire face a picture of disbelief and fragile hope.
“R-Really?”

Han Yun raised a brow and hummed,
“Of course it’s true. My fiancé… is you.”

In that instant, Xiao Mu felt a wave of joy unlike anything he’d ever known. All the suffering he’d endured chasing stardom—every hardship—felt worth it, all rewarded by that one sentence.

And most importantly—
Ah, he no longer had to worry about that penalty fee.
After all… his domineering golden backer was going to marry him.

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[Author’s Note]:
That concludes the Han Yun & Xiao Mu extras.

Mister Wants to Mark Me [Transmigration] has received both praise and criticism along the way, but no matter what, thank you all for your attention and support~

T/N: Congratulations you made it to the end!! Love you all for your continuous support~