MWMM Chapter 92: No Way Back

Under Lin Xiaoguo’s expression—mouth agape wider than an egg, Yan Yuzhou briefly explained how he had ended up inside the book. In the end, he reached out and patted his best friend on the head.
“I know you’re worried about me, but honestly, I’m more worried about things over there. After all, the me in the book is seriously rich.”

Then he raised a finger and made an exaggerated gesture.
“Ten billion.”

That was a number he couldn’t hope to make in this world, even if he worked his whole life.

Lin Xiaoguo shot him a speechless glance, full of disdain.
“When did you become so materialistic? If you ask me, you just can’t bear to leave that cold-faced guy.”

Hit right in the heart, Yan Yuzhou’s face paled slightly, and he dodged the topic.
“Anyway, whether I get to live the rest of my life as a comfortably rich man is up to you now. Get cracking and write me back into the story. If you don’t, you owe me ten billion.”

Lin Xiaoguo shrugged, pulled out her laptop, opened the web novel site, clicked into her draft box, and started typing under Yan Yuzhou’s relentless pressure.

As she typed, Lin Xiaoguo read a reader comment aloud to Yan Yuzhou:

【Why isn’t our Zhouzhou pregnant yet? Is Big Bad Wolf Shen not working hard enough?】

After reading it, she squinted playfully, scooting closer with barely concealed curiosity.
“So, how is Shen Ci in that department? Is he wild?”

Yan Yuzhou blushed, recalling how Shen Ci had gone at him so hard the night before he got pulled back that he’d actually passed out. His face flushed, and he promptly flicked Lin Xiaoguo on the forehead—hard.
“You’re the one who wrote the novel—why are you asking me?”

Rubbing her slightly sore forehead, Lin Xiaoguo shrank back, grumbling, “With the censorship so strict these days, even if I wanted to include that stuff, everything just gets blocked the moment things start heating up.”

Then she sighed dramatically, her face full of regret.
“Ugh, it’s tragic. I’m the author, and I still have to imagine all the good parts myself.”

Before she could finish her complaint, Yan Yuzhou jabbed her in the forehead again, hard.
“Quit yapping and get on with it.”

Lin Xiaoguo snorted and mumbled under her breath, “Honestly, you’d toss your best friend aside for a pretty face.”

After about an hour, she slapped the keyboard, stretched her arms, and said,
“Alright, it’s done. Have a look, Your Majesty.”

Yan Yuzhou took the laptop onto his lap, skimmed over the latest chapter Lin Xiaoguo had written, and nodded.
“Just have me wake up. Post it.”

Lin Xiaoguo snatched the laptop back with a huff, clicked ‘publish,’ then looked at Yan Yuzhou a little sadly.
“Yan Xiaohua, once you go back… will you come back again?”

Yan Yuzhou’s eyes dimmed. After a moment of silence, he looked at Lin Xiaoguo’s slightly reddened eyes, and his heart gave a little lurch. He opened his arms.
“Xiaoguo, give me a hug.”

Lin Xiaoguo tapped him with her phone, eyes growing even redder.
“I worked so hard to bring you back, and now look at you—all you can think about is going back again. But fine… I know you like him. The moment you let him bite you, I knew.”

Then she stepped forward into his waiting arms. After hugging him and crying just a little, she broke into a smile through the tears.
“But hey, knowing that the couple I’ve been shipping with my own hands gets their happy ending—even if you’re not by my side anymore—I’ll be okay.”

That night, Yan Yuzhou lay on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling for a long time. When sleep finally began to creep in, he silently prayed in his heart:
‘Please, when I open my eyes tomorrow morning, let me see that Alpha who’s warm like the blazing sun.’

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“Yan Xiaohua, wake up!”

Lin Xiaoguo’s noisy and anxious voice rang in his ears, pulling Yan Yuzhou briefly out of sleep. The moment he realized it was Lin Xiaoguo calling him, his eyes snapped open. What he saw was her worried face—and the hospital room, identical to the one he had woken up in yesterday. His heart sank.

Sure enough, the next second, Lin Xiaoguo thrust her phone in front of him.
“Xiaohua, look at this!”

Yan Yuzhou took the phone with a grim expression. On the screen was the latest chapter of Mr. Indifferent Marked Me—the very novel he had entered.

As he read, his face went pale, panic flooding his eyes.

This latest chapter was completely different from the one Lin Xiaoguo had shown him the day before. In the story, he hadn’t woken up at all. He remained unconscious, and after being found by Shen Ci, was rushed to the hospital—where the doctors issued a critical condition notice.

At the same time, test results showed that he was pregnant.

In other words, not only had he not woken up, he was on the brink of death—and he was carrying a child. It was clear now: going back into the novel wasn’t something that could be achieved just by willing it. The story had taken on a life of its own, beyond Lin Xiaoguo’s control. Even if she wrote something new, the plot continued to follow its own will.

A wave of despair surged in his chest like a rising tide.

“If you really can’t go back… what are you going to do?” Lin Xiaoguo asked cautiously.

Yan Yuzhou’s mind was in chaos. He’d always known that he belonged in the real world—that everything with Shen Ci was like a dream. But now, the thought that he might truly never return sent a sharp jolt of resistance through his heart.

He couldn’t let go of Shen Ci.

His lips pressed into a tight line, his face deathly pale. Forcing himself to stay calm, he said,
“Xiaoguo, try again.”

Once wasn’t enough—but maybe, just maybe, if they tried a few more times, it would work.
If not today, then maybe one day, it would work.

Lin Xiaoguo nodded and did as he asked.

But the plot, as if it had developed a mind of its own, refused to be influenced. No matter how many times Lin Xiaoguo rewrote it, the story stubbornly moved forward on its own terms.

Day One, Yan Yuzhou was rushed to the hospital by Shen Ci—pregnant, but critically ill.
Day Two, Shen Ci stood outside the ICU, face dark, waiting. Yan Yuzhou didn’t wake.
Day Three, Shen Ci waited outside the ICU, pale and grim. Yan Yuzhou didn’t wake.
Day Four, Shen Ci looked haggard, still standing vigil. Yan Yuzhou didn’t wake.
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Day Ten, the doctor issued the tenth critical condition notice. Shen Ci was still outside the ICU—until he suddenly collapsed.

Yan Yuzhou held the phone in his hands, watching the auto-updating content, as if the story itself was reporting to him. The image of Shen Ci keeping vigil outside the ICU played again and again in his mind, vivid as a movie.

When he read the part where Shen Ci finally fainted from exhaustion after waiting for him for so long, Yan Yuzhou couldn’t hold back his tears any longer.

He could picture it so clearly—how that idiot, with a heart full of sincerity and hope, waited day after day, believing he would pull through.

At this rate, Shen Ci might not be able to hold on much longer.

Whether or not he could go back was important—but whether Shen Ci could endure this… that mattered even more.

Even without him, Shen Ci would still be a successful, fulfilled man.
He had a stellar career, loyal business partners, a considerate housekeeper—and a whole crowd of people eager to pursue him.

Yan Yuzhou lifted his face from where it had been buried between his knees and looked at Lin Xiaoguo’s worried expression. He gave a powerless smile, then finally gave in, his voice choked with emotion:

“Xiaoguo, please… arrange a new Omega for Shen Ci.”

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【Author’s Note】
There’s no way he’s not going back—don’t panic.
The truth will be revealed in the next chapter~~~