Yin Sangyu, renowned for his prowess, had never been harassed by punks like this before. Even as an omega now, he could still thrash them.
But the system said Xiao Muyi was watching nearby, so he had to swallow his anger and play frail.
He didn’t expect the ruthless villain Xiao Muyi to play hero and save the beauty. His plan was to feign compliance, go with them, and teach them a lesson in private.
Yet, unexpectedly, someone stepped up.
The system identified the beta before him—seemingly a puppy but baring teeth like a wolfdog—as the protagonist of this world, the “little beta” from His Majesty the Emperor’s Little Beta, Nie Jinghe.
Yin Sangyu had come to meet the villain, who was likely lurking somewhere watching, but instead, he encountered the protagonist first.
Nie Jinghe glanced back, not noticing Yin Sangyu’s distraction, assuming he was stunned with fear. He comforted, “Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you.”
The protagonist was brave and helpful, but his slight frame lacked conviction. Yin Sangyu lowered his eyes, feigning meekness, and said softly, “You should leave quickly.”
“No way—”
Before Nie Jinghe could finish, the surrounding lackeys burst into mocking laughter, practically pointing at his nose.
“Hahaha, you? How’re you gonna make us pay?”
“Protect her? Better think about which hospital you’ll end up in.”
One lackey eyed Nie Jinghe up and down, smirking. Realizing he couldn’t get the beauty today, he found this cute beta appealing and said to Wang Jiaxi, “Boss Wang, this one’s not bad either. Why not take him along for fun?”
Nie Jinghe’s face flushed with anger. About to curse, he was swiftly gagged from behind and dragged away.
He struggled fiercely, to no avail.
Yin Sangyu sighed inwardly, remaining silent. His calm demeanor seemed to others like he was too scared to speak.
Wang Jiaxi approached with a disgusting grin, feigning chivalry by gesturing invitingly, “Beauty, please. I’ll treat you to a drink, nothing more.”
Yin Sangyu didn’t take them seriously, following willingly without resistance, asking the system in his mind, “Where’s Xiao Muyi? Is he still watching?”
The system paused oddly before replying, [He’s left now.]
Yin Sangyu: ?
Impressive. As expected of the villain, truly… truly…
Yin Sangyu couldn’t find the right word, nearly laughing at his own anger.
At that moment, someone finally spoke up, unable to stand by, “In broad daylight, this isn’t right.”
Others chimed in.
“Exactly, too brazen, dragging people off at the school gate.”
“If you don’t let them go, I’ll call the patrol team.”
Nie Jinghe, mouth covered, let out muffled sounds, trying to join in.
Wang Jiaxi’s face darkened. He glared viciously at the first speaker, roaring, “What’s not right? I’m just inviting this beauty and this guy for a drink. What’s wrong with that?”
The man frowned, seemingly ready to argue, but his friend held him back. After a struggle, he lowered his head, face grim.
“Hmph, coward.” Wang Jiaxi spat disdainfully, then boasted smugly, “Who else was gonna call the patrol team? Let’s see if they arrest you or me.”
Yin Sangyu was slightly surprised by Wang Jiaxi’s words. Not knowing this punk, he assumed he was insignificant, but his bold tone suggested family connections. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Even if his family ran the enforcement bureau, such talk was reckless.
Either he was foolish, or the roots here were rotten. Yin Sangyu hadn’t expected this outing to yield such a find, planning to have his father investigate the area’s officials later.
In the end, Wang Jiaxi’s group swaggered through the crowd, taking Yin Sangyu and Nie Jinghe away.
Punks like these usually had secret hangouts near the school. Soon, they reached an entertainment district, where waiters eagerly ushered them in.
It was daytime, so the place was sparse, but the few passersby ignored Nie Jinghe’s struggles, let alone the complicit staff.
Powerless, Nie Jinghe was dragged into a private room. Once inside, the man holding him pinned him to the sofa, puckering his foul lips for a kiss.
Nie Jinghe’s skin crawled with disgust. Blocking the man’s mouth, he shouted with eyes closed, “My friend’s coming with me! He’ll find me soon. Touch me, and you’re dead!”
The man licked Nie Jinghe’s fingers, leering, “Is your friend as sweet as you? Tell him to join us.”
“Pervert, get off!!!”
Nie Jinghe roared, nearly collapsing, tears of fear spilling out. Flailing to kick the man off, he suddenly felt the weight lift. A series of screams and thuds followed, then silence.
“Huh?”
Startled, Nie Jinghe cautiously opened one eye, finding the room littered with bodies, unconscious or worse. Among them was his assailant, mouth agape, jaw likely shattered.
Amid the fallen alphas, the white-clad woman stood, frowning, lightly brushing off the ill fortune from her sleeves.
Pausing, she glanced at Nie Jinghe and asked, “Are you okay?”
Nie Jinghe’s eyes widened, nodding quickly as he sat up.
“Good.”
Yin Sangyu turned to leave, but Nie Jinghe, reacting, grabbed his sleeve, stammering with polite address, “M-Miss, wait. I have a question.”
Yin Sangyu didn’t speak, only looking down at the hand on his sleeve.
Nie Jinghe followed his gaze, quickly letting go, smiling awkwardly, “Can I ask you something?”
The novel’s protagonist was always optimistic and kind, if a bit foolish. Yin Sangyu felt neutral toward him. Though he didn’t want entanglement, he was willing to answer a question. “Ask.”
Nie Jinghe, a bit shy but hopeful, looked at Yin Sangyu’s face, “Do you know Young Master Yin… uh, I mean, Marshal Yin? You look a lot like him.”
Not just know him—they were practically one person.
Yin Sangyu recalled his role in the novel: the protagonist’s background white moonlight.
Seeing Nie Jinghe’s starry-eyed look, to avoid trouble, Yin Sangyu lied without flinching, “No.”
Even the novel’s most gullible protagonist wouldn’t buy it. Nie Jinghe felt his question was too abrupt, especially given the tense situation, and was about to explain he meant no harm when footsteps rushed toward the door.
A distinguished, handsome man burst in. Without scanning the room, he saw Nie Jinghe unharmed, sighed in relief, rushed over, and hugged him tightly, voice trembling, “Xiao Jing, you scared me to death.”
System: [Top Two, Rong Xuan, sole heir of the Rong family, main industry: pharmaceuticals.]
The introduction was redundant. Yin Sangyu and Rong Xuan often crossed paths at events. Though only acquaintances, they knew each other well. Being seen would be disastrous.
While Nie Jinghe was busy soothing an overwrought Rong Xuan, Yin Sangyu slipped away quietly. The waiters, seeing him unscathed, didn’t dare stop him.
Leaving the stuffy entertainment district, Yin Sangyu knew he was too conspicuous. He found a quieter spot. After the chaotic detour, which hadn’t taken long, he needed to urge Xiao Muyi to show up.
Such was the pain of redeeming someone. The cold, ruthless villain abandoned him, yet he couldn’t abandon the villain. Taking out his phone, Yin Sangyu bombarded Xiao Muyi. You are reading on novelping(.)com, the official source.
Flying Little Rabbit: Big brother, I was so scared. Those people were terrifying. The teachers were right—outside is dangerous. I didn’t even dare speak, sob sob.
Flying Little Rabbit: Luckily, someone arrived in time to beat the bad guys and save us, or I wouldn’t know what to do.
Flying Little Rabbit: Big brother, where are you? Come comfort me! Why aren’t you replying? If you don’t show up, I’ll really get mad!
Xiao Muyi was actually nearby. Earlier, Rong Xuan had anxiously asked him for directions.
He knew where Nie Jinghe had been taken but stared blankly at Rong Xuan’s eyes, pointed to his throat, and shook his head slowly.
Realizing he was a “mute,” Rong Xuan hurried off.
Xiao Muyi followed, intending to mislead Rong Xuan in the wrong direction to delay Nie Jinghe’s rescue. But at the last moment, the image of Flying Little Rabbit, surrounded by a crowd and frowning while texting him, flashed in his mind.
His body defied his will, choosing neither to help nor mislead.
In the end, Xiao Muyi watched Rong Xuan rush into where Flying Little Rabbit and Nie Jinghe were taken. His mood soured, like his chest was clogged with mud, unaware of a faint relief beneath it.
It was settled. Both Flying Little Rabbit and Nie Jinghe would be saved. There was no need to watch further. Xiao Muyi lowered his head, letting his thick bangs cover his eyes, and turned to leave.
It was like watching a dull farce. Time to go home.
After being rescued, Flying Little Rabbit probably had no interest in meeting “big brother.”
Or, from being taken until now, with “big brother” never appearing, she should realize how awful he was.
If their encounter was truly just an accident, it would end today with no sequel.
Staring at the stained, cracked ground, Xiao Muyi noticed bugs wriggling and tangling in the tiny crevices.
So ugly, so base… utterly revolting.
Ding ding ding—
The sudden phone alerts startled Xiao Muyi. He paused, blinking blankly, unable to recall what he’d been thinking. As the alerts persisted, he slowly pulled out his phone and unlocked the screen.
The phone’s faint glow reflected in his eyes, adding a spark to their dark depths.
…
Thank heavens, the aloof villain finally responded, apologizing for a delay and saying he’d come now.
Yin Sangyu described nearby landmarks and waited, pondering his opening line.
To leave a passing impression on the suspicious Xiao Muyi, Yin Sangyu frowned, deep in thought, oblivious to his surroundings until a pair of slightly faded shoes appeared in his view.
Pausing, he slowly looked up, seeing a thin, frail youth in a hoodie, its shadow hiding most of his face. The visible half was ghostly pale, lips bloodless, looking sickly.
Those lips parted slightly, and a voice Yin Sangyu had heard many times on the phone, yet still stirring his heart—gentle and youthful—spoke, “Why… did you insist on meeting me?”
Swayed by sight and sound, Yin Sangyu instinctively felt this was truly a frail youth matching the voice. Afraid of startling him, he softened his tone, “Because we made a promise.”
Ding—
[Current Villain Redemption Value: 10/1000]