The warm spring breeze drifted through the room,carrying with it the faint fragrance of flowers.

Lin Zhi opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar interior.

European-style interior design. On the wall directly facing him hung a landscape oil painting.

He felt someone gently cradling his feet, He looked down and instinctively pulled them away.

The sudden movement caused the soft brush to veer off course, smearing the pale pink nail polish onto the edges of his toes.

The newly hired maid apologized in a fluster: "I'm sorry, Madam, I didn't mean to."

She immediately took a wet wipe and cleaned off the smeared polish, swallowing nervously out of anxiety.

Getting a job in a villa district with a handsome salary was an opportunity she had worked hard to obtain. On her very first day, she had heard the other servants speak of how difficult the mistress was to serve. If she displeased him, she might very well be dismissed.

The mismatched form of address made Lin Zhi narrow his eyes slightly. He discreetly drew his legs together, after confirming that his own gender was unchanged, relaxed somewhat.

"Continue."

Not knowing the original owner's personality, Lin Zhi refrained from rashly dismissing the maid.

Though he had no particular interest in having his toenails painted, it was better for things to be done properly.

The maid dared not raise her eyes to observe his expression and continued her work.

Lin Zhi closed his eyes and feigned sleep, summoning the System in his mind.

The sensation of transmigrating was strange. His true self had long since died in a deliberately engineered accident. After his death, he had heard an electronic voice.

The System told him that because he had accumulated a great amount of goodwill merit points during his lifetime, as long as he completed the missions, he could be reborn.

The somewhat lively system’s voice rang out in his mind: [Greetings, Host! Since your soul was on the verge of dissipation just now, the binding process was a bit rushed. Allow me to formally introduce myself now! I am Redemption System No. 01. Our mission is to transmigrate to various worlds and redeem the Mission Targets, making them feel the warmth of humanity, feel the beauty of the world, and rediscover their love for life!

[The Host possesses an extraordinarily high goodwill value and merit value. I am confident we will get along splendidly!]

Lin Zhi hadn't expected that all the charitable donations he had made to build his reputation and capture market share for support would have this kind of use after his death. The smile on his face became a few degrees more sincere.

He said with a smile: [It seems we are partners with aligned goals. Redemption... I should be quite good at it.]

No. 01 was greatly encouraged by the Host's positive response and immediately said: [Then I will first transmit the Mission Target's information and the original owner's memories to you, so you can better understand this world and complete the mission with ease.]

[There's no rush for that. Before we begin work, there are a few points I'd like to discuss with you in more detail.]

Lin Zhi had no intention of blindly trusting this System of unknown origin. Although the other party had introduced itself as an AI from another time and space, judging from its tone and way of thinking, it was not without emotion. As long as there was emotion, there would be vulnerabilities.

System No. 01: [What would the Host like to ask?]

Lin Zhi: [Must all missions be completed before I can be reborn? How many missions are there, and what exactly is your definition of rebirth?]

System No. 01: [Generally speaking, completing one mission yields one point of energy. Once you accumulate ten points, the Host will have gathered enough energy for rebirth.

Due to current technological limitations, we are unable to revive you at your original point. We can design you a new identity in a new space, granting you inexhaustible wealth and everything you desire.]

If you truly wish to be revived, we will also accelerate our research. Perhaps before you even accumulate enough energy points, the technology will be ready.]

System No. 01 understood the Host's desire to be revived. After all, from the data it had received, its Host possessed a very high social standing and an impeccable appearance, already approaching perfection.

'Generally speaking,' 'technological limitations,' or  'perhaps'... Lin Zhi was far too familiar with these rhetorical devices. He himself wielded them with consummate skill, and the room for maneuvering within such language could often exceed one's imagination.

Even the rebirth promised by the System amounted to a designed identity — it might well be a virtual rebirth. After all, the other party was capable of pulling him into other worlds at will.

As for reviving, he wasn't particularly concerned about it. Before his engineered accident, he had already closed the net. There was no need to look back — he could already calculate the inescapable fate awaiting those people.

His previous life had gotten a bit tedious anyway. Playing something different didn't sound bad at all.

Lin Zhi sensed that the System still held something in reserve — for instance, the matter of 'energy,' and the true purpose behind its creation... However, now wasn’t the right time to probe into those things. Concealment was the norm. The anticipation of revealing one's hand made it all the more satisfying.

Lin Zhi: [Thank you for your answers. I'm sure our cooperation will be most enjoyable.]

The Host's attitude was impeccable, even so System No. 01 inexplicably felt a creeping unease for no discernible reason.

It quickly shook off the feeling and transmitted the target's information to the Host.

A great deal of information surged into his mind all at once. Lin Zhi maintained his feigned sleeping posture and began to sort through it.

This was a modern world not much different from the era in which he had previously lived. The original owner was a male who had married into a wealthy family.

The Mission Target he needed to heal was the nominal husband, Ming Yao.

The Ming Family was a veritable colossus in the business world. At only twenty-seven years old, Ming Yao had already become the de facto ruler of this commercial empire — a bona fide domineering CEO.

Under normal circumstances, someone of ordinary birth like the original owner would have had little chance of marrying such a man. It all came down to a so-called fate chart.

The Ming Family was a wealthy clan with deep roots, but they had few heirs. Of Ming Yao's generation, he was the only child.

However, Ming Yao's fate was inauspicious. He had been in a car accident at seventeen and still relied on a wheelchair. His mother had died and his father had gone missing. Ming Yao's grandfather had consulted a fortune-teller, who declared that Ming Yao's fate was too fierce. He needed to marry someone with a specific fate chart to suppress his destructive nature; otherwise, Ming Yao was destined to die young.

Under such circumstances, even those who didn't believe in fate had to turn to metaphysics. All the more so for Ming Yao's grandfather, who had always believed in such things. He arranged for Ming Yao to marry the original owner.

Ming Yao had no feelings towards  the original owner and no desire to marry. His grandfather's worry was unbearable, so he signed a contract with the original owner and took him home as a figurehead.

The terms of the contract were simple; the original owner was forbidden from revealing the truth of their marriage to anyone, and Ming Yao would pay him two hundred thousand per month for living expenses.

Over more than half a year of marriage, the original owner had rarely even seen Ming Yao. The two were nothing more than strangers living under the same roof.

Lin Zhi finished sorting through his thoughts and opened his eyes.

The maid who had finished painting his nails stood to one side with downcast eyes, as if waiting for further instructions.

"You may go."

Lin Zhi hadn't expected her to still be there. Watching the maid leave with the air of someone granted a reprieve, he raised an eyebrow lightly.

The identity of the original owner wasn't bad, but the original owner's personality left much to be desired.

A fresh graduate who had been abruptly thrust into this world of fame and wealth, overwhelmed by money far beyond his own capabilities, had gone to desperate lengths to keep up with the so-called social circle and fully integrate into high society. He had frantically gilded himself, reveled in the thrill of spending lavishly, and developed the arrogance of someone who considered himself 'upper class.'

The oil painting Lin Zhi had opened his eyes to see was a work by a niche artist the original owner had purchased for three hundred thousand.

At this rate of spending, two hundred thousand a month wasn't nearly enough. He had tried to get Ming Yao to raise his allowance, only to be met with a cold gaze and a fright.

Under these circumstances, he had viciously insulted Ming Yao's legs, calling him a 'useless cripple' behind his back — and had unfortunately been found out by the man himself. He had lived in fear for several days afterward.  

Since Ming Yao couldn't be bothered to hold it against him, his arrogance had surged back. Only now he no longer flaunted it at Ming Yao or those around him, but instead put on an air of elegance before the villa's servants.

Though nominally someone's wife, the original owner was far from well-behaved. Unwilling to accept a marriage that existed in name only, he had flirted with various people — though fortunately, it had never gone beyond that.

Of course, what Lin Zhi cared about was not whether the original owner had broken the marriage contract. He only cared about how he himself felt about inhabiting this body.

Lin Zhi had an acute bodily fastidiousness. He could not accept his body being invaded by things he disliked or considered unclean, and he had a near-obsessive psychological condition in this regard.

That said, he supported sexual freedom and respected the wishes of others. This disposition arose solely from his own perspective, and he held no double standard of being strict with others while lenient with himself.

Now that he had the memories, the furnishings in the room all became familiar.

Lin Zhi walked to the full-length mirror and discovered that this body bore a seventy or eighty percent resemblance to his original appearance — and the original owner was also called Lin Zhi.

Lin Zhi looked at his right wrist. Beside the pulse point at the center of the wrist was a small mole, identical to the one on his own original body.

System No. 01: [This was set up to help the Host feel more immersed. But, Host, please be mindful not to break character too much — even if such behavior occurs, be sure to smooth things over promptly! Now that the Host has received all the memories, I shall be issuing the specific mission.]

[Mission Target: Ming Yao. Warm him, heal him, make him stand up again!]

System No. 01's voice was impassioned. Lin Zhi's expression became mildly puzzled.

Lin Zhi: [I understand the first two parts, but stand up...? I don't believe I possess any special ability to create medical miracles?]

The Ming Family had built its fortune on pharmaceuticals and had since expanded into every industry, but biotechnology and healthcare remained its flagship enterprises. It was impossible that Ming Yao lacked good doctors and equipment to treat him — yet he was still unable to walk.

System No. 01 explained: [The reason he cannot stand up is a mental block. As long as you can help him walk out of the darkness and rediscover his love for life, he will naturally stand up on his own!]

Lin Zhi recalled the information he had received and asked: [Then what is his mental block?]

System No. 01 replied honestly: [I don't know.]

It rallied its spirits: [Host, you can do it, you can do it, you can do it!]

In the mirror, the young man with the gentle and harmless-looking features broke into a smile. The deep meaning hidden in the depths of his eyes remained concealed.

He replied softly, "I'll do my best."

After sorting out the original owner's existing assets and dealing with a number of messy interpersonal entanglements, Lin Zhi stepped out of his room.

Rather than taking the elevator to the parking garage, he walked down the stairs, and happened to come face to face with someone below.

The man seated in a wheelchair was quietly discussing meeting times with the person beside him. Sensing a gaze, he instinctively looked toward its source.

The young man standing on the stairs looked at him without any attempt at concealment, making him frown in reflex, before he coldly looked away.

Lin Zhi paid no mind to his attitude and continued to observe him with unhurried interest.

The information he had received earlier had all appeared in his mind in the form of text. He had known Ming Yao was good-looking, but hadn't expected him to suit his tastes quite this well.

This Redemption Mission was truly interesting.

Lin Zhi: [System No.1, is Ming Yao a virgin?]

System No. 01 seemed so shocked it stuttered: [Huh?]

Wasn't its Host supposed to be a gentle and adorable little angel? Why would he suddenly ask something like this!

Lin Zhi kindly reminded: [I can hear you, you know.]

System No. 01 only then realized it had spoken aloud, and hemmed and hawed for quite a while.

Lin Zhi smiled: [Even angels can have their own preferences. That's perfectly reasonable, isn't it?]

Lin Zhi's acute bodily fastidiousness extended not only to himself, but also to those he took an interest in. He liked clean playthings.
Despite this, he was still extremely particular  — they had to be clean and spark his interest, which made them genuinely rare to find. On top of that, he had no desire to go out of his way looking. He only filtered– he did not cultivate. Such things were nothing more than a bit of added amusement.

But now, it seemed a potential quarry had come to him of its own accord.

The young man in the white shirt watched the man below. His naturally gentle-looking eyes and corners of his lips that curved upward even without a smile made him appear harmless — like a beautiful carnivorous flower blooming in a treacherous place, its fangs hidden deep within.

The System was still wrestling with it — something felt a little off, yet somehow it also made perfect sense.

Who said a kind-hearted person couldn't have their own preferences? It wasn't as if he was forcing anything on anyone, nor was he harming anyone.

The more the System thought about it, the more it seemed right. It answered with resounding certainty: [He is!]

Author's Note:

A heads-up for those at the front: Lin Zhi is not a goofball character, nor is he purely good-natured. His personal preference is for virgin partners. For those who can't accept this character setting, feel free to step away. This is a psychological condition of the Shou's, and the reasons will be written later.

Let me state clearly here: I am not deliberately pushing some "double virgin" agenda, so please don't try to define or escalate this. Keep it light — within the context of this two-dimensional story, it's just a personal kink for fun. The idea that someone who has dated or been intimate is somehow "unclean" is absolutely not what I believe! That, to me, is unequivocally wrong! Even applying that kind of thinking to fictional characters is wrong!

When the protagonist refers to "clean," he means physically clean. He has a condition — he has a condition. This is a story about two mutually broken people who heal each other, perfectly matched in their flaws!

Even without this specific setting, my default in writing is that the characters are each other's firsts emotionally and physically. Please don't interpret this as me placing excessive emphasis on this point and then accuse me of having outdated ideas about purity — as long as no one is being cheated on, I genuinely don't care if someone changes partners every single day. That is their freedom.

Also, please don't gender-swap the roles. This is a boys' love novel with a virgin gong and a protagonist Shou!

The author personally supports bodily autonomy and freedom in love. Your body is yours. Your romantic history is yours. If you want to date, date; if you want to be intimate, be intimate. Respect everyone's preferences, don't tell others what to do. The protagonist thinks the same way — he has a condition and knows it. Please do not misinterpret.