Straight Man Gets Reincarnated into an ABO Novel and Ends Up with His Rival - Chapter 1

In a cheap, rundown rental apartment, a flimsy wooden bed barely a meter and a half wide groaned under the weight of its occupants.

In the dimly lit room, the restrained, sensual sounds coming from the bed, and the sight of two well-built, attractive bodies pressed together under a thin blanket… just a glance would make anyone’s face heat up and heart race.

The air was thick with the mingling scents of grapefruit and orange, slowly fermenting into something almost intoxicating.

A little over a month ago…
City A.

In a VIP booth at Yelan Bar, a handsome but somewhat sloppy-looking man lounged on the sofa.

He held a glass of red wine, lips curved in a mix of charm, flattery, and subtle scheming. When he smiled, a small pointed canine tooth peeked out, paired with innocent, puppy-like eyes that made him appear youthful and harmless.

This man was Wang Bupo.

Opposite him sat a man with snow-white skin, hibiscus-red lips, a sharp nose, and a pair of deep, cool eyes that carried an air of superiority as if no one could ever measure up.

His clothes were immaculate, not a crease in sight; his shirt buttoned neatly to the top. Beneath it, lean, well-formed muscles hinted at years of natural exercise.

According to Wang Bupo, this “pretty boy” was almost more beautiful than a woman.

But he showed no expression at all, his demeanor icy.

“Master Fu, Liu Bei’s three visits to Zhuge Liang moved him with sincerity. I’ve come five, six, seven, eight times… can’t you give us that piece of land?”

Wang Bupo came from a newly rich family. His father, Wang Fugui, had risen from nothing in the real estate industry. Unlike the Fu family, a century-old business empire with deep connections, Wang Bupo’s family lacked comparable influence.

Recently, Wang Fugui had his eye on a small plot of land in a suburban fishing village, and negotiations with the locals had been going well. But unexpectedly, someone else, Fu Jing, the adored grandson of the twenty-year-old Fu family heir, also had his sights on the land.

The Wang family didn’t have the budget to compete with the Fu family, but Wang Fugui valued the plot enough to send his incompetent son to try to negotiate or trade with whatever leverage they had.

His father had said:
“You young people can handle this.”
Besides, I’ve seen how smoothly you flirt and charm online. Surely you can talk him into giving us the land.
“If you succeed, I’ll buy you that limited-edition sports car you like.”

Heh. At this moment, Wang Bupo wished he could slap the younger version of himself for agreeing so easily.

He had tried multiple times to arrange a meeting, but just as he was about to give up and grab a drink at a new bar, he happened to run into Fu Jing. Unfortunately, Fu Jing wasn’t exactly welcoming.

“I’ll give you ten minutes.”

Ten minutes. Wang Bupo exhausted every bit of charm and persuasion he had, drained half his wine, only to hear:

“Sorry, the land you’re talking about is already promised to someone else.”

Oh. Then why the hell didn’t you say so sooner?!

Wang Bupo’s smile nearly cracked. He wanted to slap this irritatingly perfect face. Maybe it was the alcohol, but his hand actually moved on its own.

Ten centimeters from Fu Jing’s face…

Fu Jing grabbed his wrist, twisting it ninety degrees. The pain made Wang Bupo’s eyes water.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Fu Jing asked coldly.

“I… just wanted to clean the dirt off your face!” Wang Bupo gritted his teeth, forcing a pained smile.

At that moment, an explosion erupted from the next booth. The wall behind them collapsed, fire and debris hitting them and then…

They died. But somehow, they lived.

And Wang Bupo thought sometimes it might’ve been better not to.

When Wang Bupo opened his eyes, he found himself staring at Fu Jing across a tiny rental apartment, utterly bewildered. Then he realized: they had reincarnated.

The broken, laggy old phone they had screen cracked, corner worn like 3G internet revealed the information:

Fu Jing had become a poor college sophomore, with no money, no background, and tuition fully covered by government aid.

Before Wang Bupo could mock him, he discovered:

He, Wang Bupo, had become a barely-known streamer, pushing borderline content.

Even worse…

Their combined WeChat balance was only 500 yuan. Other accounts? Zero. They had no house, no car, no savings, no parents and a debt of one million yuan.

Wait… innocent college guy and a borderline streamer?

This setup felt strangely familiar, though Wang Bupo couldn’t place it. All he could think about was that negative one million.

For the old Wang Bupo, a million was like water. But now… with only 250 yuan in his pocket and 250 in Fu Jing’s, it was astronomical.

Two people one noble and refined, one careless, rich second-generation sat in silence.

The tiny apartment had just one bed, a narrow table, two plastic chairs, an old, heavy desktop, a dusty fan, a dented kettle, a cracked induction stove, and a meager drying rack. A few unopened snake-skin bags sat in the corner.

Clearly, they had just moved in.

“How the hell are we supposed to live like this?” Wang Bupo groaned.

“Does swearing kill you?” Fu Jing rubbed his forehead impatiently.

In a panic, Wang Bupo rummaged through the apartment and finally unearthed a household registration booklet and two marriage certificates.

His eyes widened as he stared at the certificate.

“I’m married to you? How does a man marry a man? And why… why are you the husband? I’m the wife?”

He couldn’t believe his second chance at life began in such an absurd way.

Fu Jing took the household booklet and one marriage certificate from Wang Bupo. Looking at the info:

Name: Fu Jing. Age: unchanged. Photo: theirs. Gender: Male Alpha.

Wang Bupo’s gender: Male Omega.

“What the hell is this?!”