The next morning, Sang You was woken by the morning sunlight. He furrowed his brow and opened his eyes.
Through his blurry vision, he saw the beast from yesterday sitting by the bed, his back to him, slowly buttoning his shirt.
Instantly, Sang You’s head felt like it had been struck by a hammer—wham! He scrambled up, only to see the chaotic state of the room.
The sickly young master’s eyes slowly widened.
“No… no, no, no…”
After a frozen moment, Sang You, red-eyed and trembling, reached a shaky hand toward his own body.
“Ah—!”
The moment his fingers made contact, a searing, stabbing pain shot through him. Sang You couldn’t help but let out a cry of anguish. Any last flicker of hope in his heart sank to the depths.
“Gong Ze! You animal! I’ll kill you!”
“Sob… I’ll kill you…”
The beautiful, frail young master lay on the bed, sobbing loudly. The faint light in his eyes went out, leaving only emptiness as tears streamed down his face.
How could this happen…
Sang You’s world had collapsed.
He hadn’t even gotten together with Brother Qin yet—and now this beast, the same one who had killed his parents, had touched him.
Just thinking about it made his breath come in ragged, heart-wrenching gasps of despair and disgust!
At that moment, he wished more than anything that this was all just a nightmare.
Gong Ze had been sitting with his back to him, putting on his clothes—he had held that position for a long time, deliberately, so that Sang You would see this exact scene the moment he woke up.
Hearing Sang You’s sobs, Gong Ze coldly stood up and walked over to loom above him.
The young master sat up, trembling with rage. His pale face had lost all color, even the blood drained from his lips. Only the swollen rims of his tear-stained eyes remained red.
He looked like a hollowed-out doll, tears silently falling—grief so deep it had surpassed the will to live.
This little fool actually believed it.
Suppressing a laugh, Gong Ze put on his wicked villain face.
He glared at Sang You impatiently, then bent down, bringing his face close to the boy’s.
“What are you crying about? Hah. Who are you putting on this tragic act for? Last night, you clung to me so tightly. Don’t pretend you’re some chaste maiden. Spare me the act.”
At this utterly inhumane statement, the already shattered Sang You swayed.
His gaze, dry and lifeless like wilted flowers, stared blankly at Gong Ze.
Tears rolled down his face and hung from his chin, but he showed no reaction at all.
Seeing Sang You’s vacant, empty eyes, Gong Ze frowned inwardly.
Not good.
Sang You was frail and had been pampered his whole life. He had never experienced any real hardship. The violation he believed he had suffered must have devastated his inner world.
Gong Ze’s thoughts raced. Then, unexpectedly, he smiled—yet the words that left his mouth were more venomous than poison.
He mocked Sang You.
“What? Want to die?”
At that, Sang You’s pupils flickered. Gong Ze had clearly guessed correctly.
The system said fearfully, [Don’t provoke him, Host! Sang You really has lost his will to live.]
I know.
Gong Ze acknowledged it—then immediately turned to Sang You and said, “Fine.”
The system: !! Host! What are you saying?!
Sang You didn’t react.
Ignoring the system’s frantic protests, Gong Ze continued provoking him: “The Sang family company is already under my control. And your father personally announced to the world that I’m your fiancé. Your man.”
Gong Ze placed his hand on Sang You’s rounded shoulder, stroking it with an ambiguous, intimate gesture. The body beneath his palm went rigid.
As if he hadn’t noticed, he continued in a slow, unhurried voice dripping with a kind of joyful, malevolent madness: “The Sang family has no other relatives. If you die, all the assets go to me.”
“You think I’m afraid of you dying? I’d welcome it.”
He grinned at Sang You.
“What’s wrong? Still not going to die? Jump off a building! Slit your throat with a knife! Other than crying and whining, isn’t that all you’re capable of? What, scared? Or shall I buy you sleeping pills? As many as you want—I’ll get them for you.”
Sang You’s breathing quickened.
But Gong Ze wasn’t done.
This evil, handsome man put on a delighted expression. “What, do you need me to beg you? Fine—I’m begging you. Please just go die already, won’t you? Pretty please~”
He leaned in close to the boy’s ear, his voice dripping with malice.
“I just love you useless types—people who get bullied and only think about killing yourselves, who don’t even have the courage to fight back.”
“Some people think that if they kill themselves, their bullies will feel guilty, regretful, remorseful. But let me tell you the truth—no. They. Won’t.”
“Because people like us, who enjoy tormenting others—we don’t care at all about what our victims think.”
“If you die, I’ll still eat well, drink well, and live it up. The only ones who’ll care are the people who actually love you.”
“Hah.” The man’s voice was like a demon whispering in the boy’s ear, soft and gentle. “If you commit suicide, I won’t even have to lift a finger against you. And Sang You—I’ve already fucked you. You’re nothing new to me anym—”
SMACK!
Gong Ze’s head snapped to the side.
The numbness on his face turned into a stinging pain within seconds.
Silence fell, broken only by the boy’s ragged, heavy breathing.
Gong Ze ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, tasting blood.
He lowered his head, letting his disheveled hair hide his expression, and straightened up. He ignored the boy sitting on the bed—chest heaving violently, eyes bloodshot, lower lip bitten hard.
Sang You trembled, staring at him in silence. The fear of what he’d just done—slapping him—began to set in.
But after a moment of silence, the man suddenly let out a soft, dark laugh.
“…Yes. That’s it.”
The beast who had made Sang You hate him to the bone turned around. Hands in his pockets, he strolled leisurely to the door.
As he opened it, he didn’t look back.
“Remember everything I did to you today. Every humiliation I put you through. Hate me. Then live—live well—and take your revenge.”
Sang You froze, not expecting him to say that.
Then the man’s voice, which had held a faint trace of something almost gentle, suddenly turned flippant again.
“And don’t think I’m saying this to comfort you. I have no feelings for you whatsoever. It’s just—the way you struggle and suffer is kind of entertaining.”
The suspicion in Sang You’s eyes vanished instantly, replaced by searing hatred.
He sobbed and screamed at Gong Ze’s back:
“Gong Ze, you animal!”
“I will never forgive you!!”
The man just shrugged, walked out of the hotel room, and closed the door behind him, shutting out Sang You’s bloodshot eyes and bone-deep loathing.
Leaning lazily against the door, Gong Ze took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket. He lit one, pressing it between his bleeding, split lips. Muffled sobs could be heard through the door.
The system timidly reminded him: [Host… you’re bleeding.]
“Mm.” Gong Ze hummed lazily. “I know.”
[Why did you do that, Host?]
[If you keep angering the protagonist, our redemption mission is definitely going to fail. Other transmigrators try so hard to repair their image and treat Sang You well, but you…]
“I have my own way of doing things. Besides, I enjoy being a villain. When I’ve had my fill of being bad, I’ll complete the mission.”
After all, Gong Ze wasn’t planning on throwing his life away.
That bastard main god might actually kill him if he failed this mission.
So he’d play the wicked villain.
And he’d succeed in the mission too.
Gong Ze cut off the system’s worried chatter. “What are Sang You’s affection and forgiveness values for me now?”
[Um… hold on.]
The system let out a ding.
[Dear host, Sang You’s affection value is -20… Wait, current affection value: -90. Forgiveness value: 0.]
Seeing these numbers, System Hello Big began to suspect that Gong Ze had no idea how to complete this mission and had just given up.
It muttered: [Host… aren’t you taking it too far? My smart core shows that with your current approach, the probability of success is almost zero!]
At this rate, unless a miracle happened, it couldn’t see any reason Sang You would ever love or forgive its host.
Gong Ze, however, was very satisfied.
“Nice. That’s the kind of stat line a villain character should have. Come on, System. Let’s go make some trouble.”
[Huh?]
The man narrowed his eyes cunningly, his expression deeply meaningful and inscrutable. “I’ve seen the protagonist bottom. The pieces are set. The future steps of the mission should be fine now. Next, naturally, it’s time to meet the protagonist top.”
System Hello Big blinked in confusion. [Set pieces? I didn’t see that. Host, didn’t you just anger the protagonist bottom according to the original plot? I didn’t notice anything at all!]
Gong Ze: …
[Host? Host?]
…
[Why aren’t you saying anything, Host? Where are the pieces? Where’s this brilliant setup? You’re not just bullshitting, are you? Babble babble…]
…
Gong Ze’s cunning smile slowly faded.
After a long pause, he said:
“Shut up!”
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