In the Wake of Fallen Dynasties Chapter 1

In late autumn and early winter, the north wind is strong.

In the No. 1 Honghuang Courtyard in the suburbs of City B, as the eldest sons of the Huo and Su families both fell into coma, the Huo family mansion was in chaos, with crying, shouting and cursing heard incessantly, and it was as lively as the New Year's Day.

Both parties involved seemed to be in a very peaceful state of unconsciousness.

The two were placed in different rooms, one with a high bed and soft pillows, and the other with a casual one. Before the ambulance arrives, the two family doctors of the Huo family will treat Mr. Huo first, and as for the one from the Su family...

Who cares whether he lives or dies?

Unfortunately, Stephen Jaxon is the "one from the Su family" whose life or death is not cared about by anyone.

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Stephen Jaxon knew very well that he was dreaming at this moment.

The dream was a white space with a futuristic sense of technology. In the whole space, besides him, there was only an egg-shaped curved chair.

On the back of the thick leather chair, there was a sticky note. It was a palm-sized yellow-green paper with a bold black word written on it with a marker - sit.

Vigorous and powerful, with iron painting and silver hook.

Stephen Jaxon felt that his body was becoming somewhat out of control. He said "sit" and he really sat down. A huge light screen appeared in front of him. The light screen lit up automatically, and the pages jumped quickly, as if an invisible hand was searching for Stephen Jaxon, saying "You must see this".

Stephen Jaxon "must" read a novel, with an old-fashioned flavor and a crispness. The title of the book "The Domineering President Robbed Me" is enough to explain the essence of the novel.

"Wealthy family", "bloody story" and "sad love" are the three most eye-catching labels written on the copy.

"The top is a jerk and the bottom is a jerk, and there is no logic" is the eight-character motto to discourage people from commenting.

The author is sincere and her words are brilliant. The article is really grand and bloody, and very, very, very abusive. It is not a lie at all. The readers' comments are also very accurate. The current serialization progress of the full text is 1.88 million words, and not a single word is logical.

The plot is very weak, it's just a relationship between a top and a bottom, but they don't talk properly, they have to talk like crazy. They are fine today, but they break up tomorrow. The two words "break up" proposed by both sides are enough to circle the earth three times.

The routine of relationships can be summed up in one sentence: because of a misunderstanding, people would rather make blind assumptions than communicate properly. You hurt me, I forgive you, and then a new round of misunderstandings begins.

Yes, only the attacker can hurt the victim.

The top's IQ is erratic. The text sets it at 180, which is higher than Einstein's. But according to readers' feedback, when the top encounters something like the bottom, his intelligence level often hovers around the passing line. At one moment, his IQ is only slightly higher than that of an ape; at another moment, his IQ is even lower than that of an ape!

When the villain is framing the bottom, the top will believe whatever he says;

When it was the bottom's turn to explain, the top refused to believe it no matter what he said.

I always have an attitude of "You betrayed me, I'm going to do whatever I want to you and make you pay for it."

The readers feel uncomfortable in their hearts, livers, spleens, stomachs and kidneys, but they can't stop reading because of the magical and sour nature of the article. They can't help but want to see how many more stupid things this Sc*mbag can do.

Some readers cursed while reading the story, and still could not get rid of their hatred, so they wrote a reverse fanfiction in the comment section, named "Where's your brain, Huo Gong?" The article received a warm response, and other readers took up their pens for justice, and started to write fanfictions in the comments section with the main theme of the top doting on the bottom, and doting on them to death.

Whenever "Ba Zong" is updated, "Brain" will follow closely and battle with the author's wife online. This is one of the ten great sights of the love-hate relationship between authors and readers on the website.

Objectively speaking, "The Tyrant" is a good piece of sadistic writing, and "The Brain" is a successful piece of silly fan fiction. If the protagonist was not called "Stephen Jaxon", then Stephen Jaxon would probably have a lot of fun reading it.

But here’s the thing…

The more Stephen Jaxon watched, the more frightened he became. No matter the protagonist's identity, background, or social relationships, they were exactly the same as his real life.

They are all from the Su family in City B. They are 19 years old this year and are undergraduate students. They usually earn extra money by working part-time as fairy tale writers for publishing houses. Their family relationships are even more accurate. Their father is a gambler, their mother ran away with her lover, and they have a young brother who is their only spiritual support, but he is seriously ill and needs a lot of money to save his life.

In fact, Stephen Jaxon lived the first 19 years of his life in a muddle. If one must describe it, it would be seeing flowers in the fog - he seemed to have done those things, but now he feels that it was not his choice.

At least it's not something he would do at this moment when he has self-awareness.

Stephen Jaxon couldn't help but have a bold idea. Could his past life be just a Bullsh!t old-fashioned pure love novel about a domineering CEO? Everyone was a puppet serving the plot, but now he had awakened and didn't want to be manipulated by others anymore.

Then, Stephen Jaxon was frightened awake.

He suddenly sat up from the mahogany bed, looked around blankly, and saw clearly the room he was in. The luxurious furniture and exaggerated decorations were expensive but full of craftsmanship. It was as quiet as an ancient tomb from the last century. Only the golden clock on the table was still making a ticking sound, proving the passage of time.

Stephen Jaxon's memories of coming here finally revived little by little and became extremely clear.

If the novel "The Boss" is true, then the protagonist, Asher Kian, has already appeared in Stephen Jaxon's life.

Stephen Jaxon just beat Asher Kian at Huo's house.

To be precise, the two men were fighting with each other, and during the struggle they accidentally rolled down the stairs and fell into a coma together.

According to the development of the plot, what Stephen Jaxon will face next is to be escorted by the Su family and kneel outside the hollow iron gate of the Huo family villa to apologize to the eldest son Asher Kian. If he is not forgiven, he can forget about it.

He knelt for a whole day and night, and even in the middle of the night, he had to endure a heavier rain than the night when Yiping went to her father to borrow money. Raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky, hitting Stephen Jaxon's body coldly. From then on, his knees became diseased and he had difficulty walking.

No, he has to save himself!

Stephen Jaxon forced himself not to think about it anymore. Now that things had come to this, the plot of the novel and Asher Kian were no longer important. What was important was that he had to find a way to leave this damn place before the Su family realized their mistake and forced him to do it.

As for how to end it later...let's just save my legs first.

Stephen Jaxon calculated quickly. He woke up earlier than in the book, which was a good time difference. Now everyone's attention was still on Asher Kian, the new helmsman of the Huo Group. If he was not awake for a moment, everyone would be worried. For the time being, they should not have the time to distract themselves on the "culprit".

Awesome!

Stephen Jaxon had never been so happy because he was unimportant.

Stephen Jaxon first tiptoed to the door and listened, confirming that there was a slight noise in the corridor, which meant someone was guarding. That's right, no matter how ignored he was, he was the "murderer who hurt Mr. Huo" after all, so it was impossible for someone not to watch him.

Stephen Jaxon lowered his head again and looked at his arms which had become extremely thin due to years of malnutrition. He weighed the strength of the enemy and himself and wisely decided to change the escape route.

He walked behind the curtains and carefully looked out the window. Downstairs was a soft lawn that had just been watered, glowing green, but no one was there. The guest room he was in was on the second floor, no more than three and a half meters above the ground, which was twice his height.

Stephen Jaxon took a deep breath. There was no time to hesitate. He had to run!

Then...

Stephen Jaxon's door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. The people who came in were none other than the Huo family headed by Asher Kian. Occasionally, one could see the servile figures of the Su family among them.

Stephen Jaxon stood at the window, looking at everyone who was looking at him unfriendly.

Asher Kian also woke up early!

Asher Kian is indeed the protagonist of a domineering CEO novel. His brain is questionable, but at least he is very well-endowed in appearance. He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, deep features, a pair of long legs, and a straight waist shirt vest. He has a sense of abstinence that is ready to burst out, and he is both abstinent and lustful. Even if he just walks towards Stephen Jaxon with such a strong momentum, it is enough to bring out an amazing momentum that makes people want to surrender to him.

Stephen Jaxon's heart skipped a beat and he stepped back unconsciously, only to realize that his heels were already pressing against the base of the wall.

He's finished.

Asher Kian took a few steps forward, approaching him, bringing with him the sharp and overbearing scent of white pine, as well as an indescribable sense of disharmony between his brows.

He frowned, stared at Stephen Jaxon, spoke slowly, and asked his cousin beside him in a long tone: "You said, he beat me and knocked me unconscious?"

The lackey cousin nodded, thinking of himself as a little angel upholding justice, and was filled with righteous indignation: "Yes, brother, it's him, so bad!"

Asher Kian lifted Stephen Jaxon's arm with an irresistible force and held it in front of himself.

One is bronze, the other is pale, one is muscular, the other is weak and powerless.

The contrast is clear.

Asher Kian gently shook Stephen Jaxon's thin arm, as if he was afraid that if he used too much force, he would break this exquisitely carved work. He asked his cousin again: "You said, he," he showed off his powerful and bony hands again, "knocked me out like this?"

My cousin was confused and looked at the window. The dodder boy was looking down with his head, his hair covering his face, only a section of his beautiful chin was exposed. He looked so weak that a breeze could make him sick. He was really small.

He looked at his cousin who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and had been practicing martial arts for many years...

Seems, indeed, unlikely?

"We all saw it!" Someone from the Huo family was unwilling to give up and said in the crowd, "He did hit you."

The red mark on Asher Kian's forehead hasn't disappeared yet, this is irrefutable evidence!

Stephen Jaxon was trembling all over, angry! He inevitably recalled the "Boss" he saw in his dream. No, he couldn't just endure it like this, he had to fight back! Stephen Jaxon shouted with all his strength: "You hit me first, so I accidentally pushed you!"

The red mark on the forehead was clearly caused by hitting the stairs.

Everyone gasped, looking at Stephen Jaxon as if they were a martyr, a shameless martyr - he really had no manners, he actually dared to talk back! Asher Kian would definitely not let him off!

Asher Kian smiled, lowered his head and approached Stephen Jaxon again.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to breathe, but all were watching the development of the situation with curiosity, wanting to see how Stephen Jaxon would die!

Asher Kian spoke word by word, with a rhythm that seemed to carry some kind of magnetism, stirring Stephen Jaxon's heart: "Then you have to use a little more force next time. I don't even feel any pain."

The Huo family, the Su family, and Stephen Jaxon: "???"