The nightclub’s disco lights flashed red and green without pause, and the catcalls around him grew steadily louder.
“You’ve already hired an escort, yet your mouth is still so stubborn. Believe it or not, I’ll pry it open right here and now!”
The moment the words left his mouth, Qin Jin began to tremble uncontrollably, his back soaked in cold sweat, his eyes darting now and then toward the private room door.
A few hours earlier…
No, it should be before the transmigration.
He had been eating by the roadside when he learned from his good buddy that the Goddess was getting married.
She was, after all, the Goddess he had looked after for six years, so of course he would go.
Not only would he go, he had to give a big red envelope, and the crucial part was getting himself a decent outfit.
His good buddy Li Bi patted his shoulder.
“Qin’er, listen to your buddy for once. If you’ve got any guts, don’t go. Six years chasing her, and you’ve spent 500,000 on her, all told. Fine, with that kind of money you don’t think of your brothers, but how come you won’t even leave yourself a way out? Running around day after day, you could have at least bought a car. She doesn’t even care whether you live or die. She’s just bleeding you dry!”
“Bullshit!”
Qin Jin tossed down his chopsticks, snapping them in two in an instant. “She bought me something last time. Bleeding me dry, my ass.”
“What was it?”
“Shoes.”
“…”
Qin Jin stamped his foot.
Sure enough, after less than two days, the shoes on his feet had gotten quite dirty.
The Goddess had given them to him, and he couldn’t bear to wear them, yet he couldn’t resist either, so he bought a second pair. The gifted pair he kept stored away, and on his feet he wore the ones he’d bought himself.
“Aren’t these damn shoes just some no-name brand?!”
“They were 100 yuan. That doesn’t count.”
Seeing Li Bi shoot him a look of disgust, Qin Jin raised a hand and shoved him hard. “That’s enough. I came to help you out, and you’re giving me attitude?”
“Fine. Cover my shift for me, and in a few days I’ll treat you to drinks.”
That one shift lasted five hours. By five in the evening, there was no time at all to go back to his rented room.
Qin Jin went and rented a suit for over 1,000 yuan, and still had to prepare a red envelope of 19,200 yuan.
He rushed over.
The outdoor venue was covered in flower petals, and the hotel’s big screen displayed congratulatory messages.
The place was huge, and he was nearly dizzy from wandering it, until at the corridor corner he finally spotted his good buddy.
Qin Jin’s eyes lit up, but before he could call out, a familiar sneer reached his ears.
Along with the gloating of a certain defeated opponent.
The fat man drawled, “Damn, you actually gave an invitation to that guy surnamed Qin? Aren’t you afraid he’ll come crash the wedding?”
“Would he dare?”
“Who’s getting married today? The damn Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of Heaven themselves! Even if he knelt there crying, don’t think for a second he’d crash the wedding!” Li Bi raised his voice, not bothering to hide his disgust for a certain someone.
It set the fat man beside him rocking with laughter.
“You’re wicked. But I heard some good news: the nouveau riche Wang Ranran latched onto hasn’t shown up yet. Perfect, we get two shows today.”
“…”
Beyond the corner, Qin Jin, who had heard the whole thing, wore no expression at all.
The wedding symphony played on, slow and unhurried.
It played until even the musicians began glancing at the conductor for cues.
The flower girls and boys beside them had stood so long they were nearly asleep.
Even the dog had drooled a puddle onto the floor.
The bride stood on the stage, her gaze growing more and more uneasy. She had waited over two hours, and the groom still had not appeared.
Until a tall, slender figure suddenly pulled back a chair with a screech, giving everyone a fright.
The man stormed through the wedding tables, walked the red carpet, and stopped a few meters from the building’s edge.
Under his feet was a strip of ground no wider than a palm, and behind him the whole city’s seething lights.
“Holy shit!”
At the sight, the guests inside were baffled, and Li Bi was the first to jump out. “Qin’er!! Don’t you fucking do anything stupid!”
His voice was so loud it echoed.
The words made several classmates suddenly see the light.
So the same old Simp, seeing the Goddess get married, had been struck by a thunderbolt and was about to free-fall.
The fat man, who had been enjoying the show, finished his drink and also charged over furiously.
“Qin Jin! Wang Ranran is getting married, and you’re over here singing and dancing like you’re the groom!!”
With the groom absent, these words clearly made the bride even more embarrassed.
The wedding red carpet stretched from the far end of the hall’s high platform to the edge of the terrace.
Late at night, the wind blew fiercely.
It kept blowing Qin Jin’s stray hair to one side.
The fat man faced that build, sturdy enough to flatten an ox, and his inner bluster instantly deflated.
He cursed inwardly: this was just a fucking blond punk, could he really beat him up here? What did he have to fear? So he went on darkly, “Qin Jin, you didn’t pay the group collection in the class group chat, did you? How much did you chip in? Let me guess, 100? 1,000? 10,000? Your mom’s in the hospital waiting for your life-saving money, and you take your mom’s life-saving money to chip in 10,000? Are you even human?!”
Unexpectedly, those bloodshot eyes shot over, and the fat man’s heart skipped twice; he wilted at once.
He muttered, “Wh-what are you looking at me for? It’s not like I’m the one jumping off the building…”
Li Bi came over from behind too, his face anxious as could be, while his heart was full of disgust.
Qin Jin had grown up without parents to teach him. He’d barely made it out of the village to attend university, and then his mother, who had run off 20 years ago, latched onto him demanding money for medical treatment. The whole thing had become a joke back in his hometown.
Following Qin Jin around, he had nearly lost all his face.
If he didn’t still need to rely on that guy surnamed Qin for work and part-time jobs, he would have kicked this big idiot aside long ago.
“Qin’er! Get down, stop making a scene! So many old classmates are watching!”
With everyone’s eyes on him, Qin Jin shoved both hands in his pockets, let his eyes drift slowly over the neon shadows of the high-rises behind him, and finally brought them back. Coldly, he said:
“Who said I was jumping off the building?”
As the words fell, the two standing below stiffened.
“The view’s nice here. Will looking at it twice kill you? What, am I not even allowed to look?” Qin Jin bent slightly and shot back.
He had drunk quite a bit just now, and the alcohol was going to his head. Not beating these two senseless already made him a living Bodhisattva.
Because of this episode, the wedding could not go on, and Qin Jin ended up thrown out by security.
Finally, before leaving, he dusted off his clothes and looked from afar at the Goddess.
That high-piled long hair under a white veil, it had been his years-long… hmm?
A certain afterimage flashed past.
It was a dog.
That dog had been drooling nonstop and giving out strange hisses now and then, and no one had noticed.
Qin Jin’s brows knitted.
He had been wholly focused on how to ease the Goddess’s embarrassment, and had completely overlooked the fact that something was off.
In an instant, Qin Jin thought of many things, and finally his eyes sharpened. He sent two security guards flying and charged straight to the front of the wedding platform.
What came with it was a column of blood spurting from his neck… the dog had bitten through his artery.
In his life he had heard the word “dog” many times: called a dog, a Simp, a dog bastard, worse than pigs and dogs, a running-dog lackey, a dog that can’t stop eating shit, a mangy cur beyond saving, a dog catching mice and minding other people’s business.
And then, fucking hell, he died because of a dog.
『Death Countdown: 2 seconds remaining.
Binding successful.
Host: Qin Jin
Now dispatching to the world of “Running Into My Arch-Enemy the Day I Return Home, Marrying Up!”
Please be a qualified Simp!
The supporting character’s lackey needs you.
The villain’s lackey needs you.
The protagonist’s lackey needs you!!』