Protagonist Became Bent and is in love with the Villain

The brilliant crystal chandelier above seemed to mock Zhan Yu's throbbing headache, its dazzling light a harsh reminder of his abrupt, painful awakening. He'd woken up in a strange bed, a woman he didn't recognize calling herself his mother, and a young man claiming to be his brother, Zhan Qiancheng.

"Xiao Yu, Yu, are you awake?" the woman's voice, laced with worry, cut through the fog in his mind.

He remembered falling down the stairs, the book he'd just finished reading—a trashy novel with a villain who shared his name and a miserable end. He'd wanted to get rid of it, to forget the sour mood it left him in. Now, here he was, in the novel itself, inhabiting the very villain whose tragic fate he'd just read.

His head throbbed with a pain that was all too real. "D*mn it, it hurts," he muttered, a subconscious frown creasing his brow.

He slowly opened his eyes, the middle-aged woman's face, elegantly made up, swam into focus. She looked at him with an unfamiliar, deep concern. 'No, no, she can't be my mother. My mom was a country woman, she never wore makeup like this.' This was definitely not his world.

"Xiao Yu, are you finally awake? You scared mother to death!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with relief. Zhan Yu's mind raced, trying to reconcile his memories with this bizarre reality. He closed his eyes, a desperate plea to return to the life he knew, to escape this absurd transmigration.

When he opened them again, it was night. The chandelier still blazed, an unwelcome beacon in his new, confusing reality. A steady male voice broke the silence. "Don't move, your arm is attached to the IV drip."

He looked at the stranger beside him, a handsome young man. "You are?" Zhan Yu asked, utterly bewildered.

The young man stiffened, then scowled. "Who am I? I'm your brother!"

'Brother…' Zhan Yu's head pounded harder. He was an only child! This couldn't be happening.