Gong Ze strolled all the way to the hotel entrance.
A black car was parked outside, and standing beside it was a sharply dressed, elite-looking man.
This man was naturally broad-shouldered and prone to building muscle, which made his physique imposing, causing him to look down on others. His features included long eyes, a very straight nose, and deep-set eye sockets.
All of this gave him a rigid, dull demeanor.
Gong Ze thought: He looks like a burly polar bear spirit in a suit.
When the elite man saw Gong Ze, his expression softened slightly. But as soon as he noticed the wound on Gong Ze’s lip, his face darkened. A flicker of concern passed through his eyes, and in his agitation, he blurted out:
“Young master, your mouth—”
“It’s nothing.”
Gong Ze got into the car and shut the door. Not only did he not show any gratitude for the man’s concern, but he also glared at him and warned him in an unfriendly tone.
“Don’t call me ‘young master’ out here.”
“Don’t think that just because the Sang family is dealt with, we can let our guard down. The people who killed my parents are still out there—the Qin family and the mayor. If my identity gets exposed, you’ll be sorry.”
“Yes, sir.” The elite man lowered his head like a chastised dog. “I’m sorry, Mr. Gong Ze. I promise it won’t happen again.”
His eager attitude of admitting fault made Gong Ze drop his fierce, dangerous glare. He lounged lazily against the seat, his tone growing slightly more intimate. “Alright. Drive. Baiyun Mountain Villa.”
The cold, stoic elite man started the car.
But as the person in the back seat closed his eyes to rest, he seemed to remember something and spoke hesitantly.
“Keep a close eye on Sang You. Don’t let him run off. He… tch. If he wants something, just give it to him.”
Gong Ze touched his split lip, his expression dark and silent. After a moment, his voice dropped very low, unintentionally revealing a trace of concern and softness that others would have missed.
“Also… if he tries to kill himself… stop him.”
But the man driving was no ordinary person.
So the young master’s injury was caused by that sickly brat…
But the young master isn’t angry.
Why?
The young master isn’t a patient person.
Doesn’t he hate the Sang family? So why keep Sang You?
He knew that the young master had endured humiliation for revenge, getting close to that sickly brat from the Sang family and becoming a live-in son-in-law.
The young master hadn’t yet killed the son of his enemy or seized the Sang family’s shares. Could it be that the act had become real—that he actually had feelings for that person?
Countless guesses ran through the elite man’s mind.
If the young master really did have feelings for that sickly brat, it would all make sense.
But that was his enemy’s son! He felt indignant on Gong Ze’s behalf.
But then, he began to pity Gong Ze.
The young master must be so torn and in pain.
To show such a hesitant, vulnerable side.
And what did that sickly brat do? The young master spared his life, even chose to keep providing for him—and in return, he injured the young master’s face!
Sang You…
Truly unforgivable!
An outsider wouldn’t know it, but the quieter a person is, the more complex their inner world.
The elite man grunted a low “Understood” in response, but his hands tightened on the steering wheel. The eyes reflected in the rearview mirror glinted with anger and jealousy.
Behind him, Gong Ze watched the driver’s seat, his eyes half-open, unmoving.
This man’s name was Wang Yiben—a very old-fashioned name.
But he was the original owner’s right-hand man and assistant.
Back in the day, the Wen couple had sponsored many orphanages. Wang Yiben was originally an orphan, and it was only because of the welfare fund left by the Wen couple that he had the chance to study and finish university.
After the couple’s accident, their child—the original owner—was taken in by the orphanage director and renamed Gong Ze.
One day, when the director and the original owner were secretly discussing revenge, the teenage Wang Yiben overheard them. A kind of unshakable sense of purpose was born in the boy’s heart that day.
He felt he should help the original owner, contribute to avenging the Wen couple, and repay the kindness they had shown him.
Thus, Wang Yiben became the most loyal dog to Gong Ze—devoted, vicious, and ruthless. He had done many dirty deeds for him.
Originally, Wang Yiben’s moral compass was also somewhat skewed.
In his world, he and Gong Ze were the righteous ones, the “good people.” Everything they did was for revenge, and revenge was only right and proper. Those people stood in their way, so they deserved to die.
Having grown up in an orphanage, his instinct was never to seek help from the police or the outside world when things went wrong.
Because for people like them—abandoned by their parents—society had never been fair from the start.
No parents would help them.
No relatives would help them.
Whatever they wanted, they had to fight for themselves. Since no one would ever side with them, they trusted no outsiders. They only trusted the people they had chosen for themselves.
And once that kind of conviction took hold, it became an obsessive, pathological stubbornness.
Gong Ze thought Wang Yiben was a natural-born fanatic—perfectly suited to be a fervent believer.
No matter how many bad things the original owner did, Wang Yiben never thought he was wrong. Instead, he felt nothing but sympathy for him.
The original owner and Wang Yiben had grown up together, master and servant since childhood.
The original owner trusted Wang Yiben completely. And when no one else was around, Wang Yiben would call him “Young Master Gong Ze.”
In the original plot, every time the original owner finished sleeping with the protagonist bottom, he couldn’t be bothered to clean Sang You up. He always had Wang Yiben do it.
This order also brought Wang Yiben into contact with Sang You.
And through those intimate acts, this expressionless, poisonous dog developed a flicker of ambiguous feelings for his master’s caged bird.
In the original story, Sang You once sneaked into Gong Ze’s office to copy documents for his beloved Brother Qin. As it happened, Gong Ze had forgotten something that day and returned.
Sang You had no choice but to hide under the desk, heart pounding, barely escaping discovery.
Fortunately, Wang Yiben had a momentary soft spot and covered for him.
In the original owner’s mind, Wang Yiben was just his subordinate. He trusted him, but he never felt grateful.
That was why, when Wang Yiben showed concern for Gong Ze upon first meeting him earlier, Gong Ze had scolded him instead.
Characters like this—who shared deep bonds with the original body and had grown up together—had an uncanny, damned intuition, even if the person pretending to be their master acted perfectly.
But characters like this were also very useful…
Gong Ze coldly closed his eyes again.
Forget it. I’ll spare the dog’s life.
…
At the entrance of Baiyun Mountain Villa, Gong Ze got out of the car.
He waved his hand, telling Wang Yiben to go back and look after Sang You.
Then he pulled a card from his pocket and handed it to the guard who jogged over.
The guard examined the membership card, respectfully returned it to Gong Ze with both hands, and smiled as he introduced the day’s “special offerings.” “There’s a boxing match in the villa today. A few young masters insisted on stepping into the ring themselves. The special menu today is a body platter. Mr. Gong Ze, Manager Cai is inside. Enjoy yourself.”
[Host, why are we here?]
“To find the protagonist top.”
The owner of Baiyun Mountain Villa was something of a legend himself.
He wasn’t from a wealthy family—just a normal household. But in his youth, he had a stroke of luck and opened a private mountain villa in the mountains of Black City, specializing in providing entertainment for rich kids.
A casino.
A pool hall.
Dog fights and boxing matches.
Exotic game that wasn’t allowed outside. Fresh young models. Boys and girls looking for sugar daddies.
Whatever these rich kids wanted, Baiyun Mountain Villa could find them any thrill they desired.
Most of Black City’s rich second-generation heirs spent their time here. It was jokingly called “the rich kids’ daycare.”
Because behind Baiyun Mountain Villa was a powerful figure from the upper echelons of Black City. It was a place for their own disappointing juniors to play. Getting into trouble on their own turf was still better than those idiot kids going outside and causing real disasters.
The guards pulled open the large doors. Gong Ze stepped inside onto a cobblestone path, with a serene atmosphere of decorative rocks and an artificial lake.
As he walked onto the Hui-shaped bridge, Manager Cai of Baiyun Mountain Villa came rushing toward him in a panic. The moment he saw Gong Ze, his face lit up with a radiant, festive smile.
“Mr. Gong Ze, you’re here! I’ve been so busy today—no matter how fast I ran, I still couldn’t make it in time to greet you.”
He jogged over, and a strong smell of tobacco wafted from him, mixed with various sweet perfume scents.
Gong Ze raised an eyebrow. Wine, women, and revelry…
“No problem. Just looking around.”
Manager Cai acted as if he hadn’t even noticed the wound on Gong Ze’s lip. He showered him with flattery while leading him further into the villa.
The closer they got to the interior, the more the sounds of young men and women indulging in revelry filled their ears.
[Host, can we really find the protagonist top in a place like this?]
System Hello Big offered a thoughtful reminder. [In the original story, the protagonist top hasn’t even returned from abroad yet. Otherwise, since he and Sang You grew up together as childhood sweethearts, if he knew such a big thing had happened to the Sang family and that Sang You was being mistreated by the original owner, he would have come to save Sang You long ago.]
[The only reason he appears late is because he’s overseas.]
[Besides, in the original story, from Sang You’s perspective, the protagonist top Qin Chuan is a good person!]
[He’s gentle, strong, excellent, and rational—like the sun itself! He’s surrounded by countless friends and admirers. He would never deign to set foot in such a decadent, pleasure-seeking place.]
“Oh.”
Gong Ze listened to her chattering and smiled faintly. “Do you know what kind of person is usually described that way?”
The system froze with a “Gah?”
Gong Ze: “A wolf in sheep’s clothing.”
The system: …
The system was indignant. [He’s the protagonist top of this world! A protagonist! What could a villain like you possibly understand about protagonists?]
Gong Ze found it amusing. “Oh? So protagonists are necessarily good people?”
[Of course! Even if they do bad things, it must be because they had no choice. And that’s what the plot says.]
At the mention of the word “plot,” Gong Ze lost interest and ignored the system.
He followed Manager Cai into an elevator heading down to the second basement floor.
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