Qin Qing was the laughingstock of high society. Everyone in the capital knew she was Fu Yuanchen’s lapdog, loving him with zero dignity.
“Cloudtop Hotel, Room 1308. Bring a box of condoms.”
A haughty, commanding male voice came through the phone.
“Cough, cough—!”
Qin Qing’s face was sickly pale. She clutched the phone to her ear with one hand, covering her mouth with the other as a violent fit of coughing erupted from her throat.
Her cold, piercing eyes churned with absurdity and disbelief as she remained silent for a long moment.
She—a peak-level Metaphysics prodigy—had transmigrated into a trashy melodramatic novel!
The male and female leads in this book were ruled by their libidos, going into heat anytime, anywhere, with the entire book filled with various… plays. In the end, they married after a pregnancy, inherited the villain’s business empire without lifting a finger, and shared power and wealth together.
Qin Qing had transmigrated into the role of the female lead’s doormat—the female supporting character who fawned over the male lead, destined to die miserably on the streets.
And tomorrow was the original body’s day of death.
“Qin Qing? Did you hear me? Don’t play dumb with me!”
The male lead, Fu Yuanchen, grew increasingly impatient when he received no response.
Qin Qing’s gaze turned cold. A dog that only thinks with its lower half—how dare it order her around?
Her slightly parted red lips slowly moved, spitting out one word:
“Scram!”
A sharp intake of breath came from the other end of the line.
“You’ve grown some nerve, daring to refuse me!” Fu Yuanchen sneered contemptuously. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll destroy the marriage contract?”
Qin Qing lowered her eyes as the ridiculous plot of the novel flashed through her mind.
Right.
The original body was betrothed to Fu Yuanchen.
The original body, like Qin Qing herself, had an Extreme Yin Constitution—a short-lived fate.
To keep her alive, the Qin family found Fu Yuanchen, who possessed abundant Yang energy, and arranged a childhood engagement.
But Fu Yuanchen was in love with the fiancée of his villainous cousin—the female lead, Liu Qingyan.
The original body was nothing but a shameless, bottom-of-the-barrel simp at Fu Yuanchen’s feet. Delivering contraceptives to the male and female leads had already happened several times.
If the original body failed to meet Fu Yuanchen’s demands, he would threaten her with the marriage contract.
Qin Qing raised her hand and calculated with her fingers. A faint Marriage Fate Line appeared at her fingertips—a red thread that looked thin and on the verge of breaking, but was in fact tough and unyielding. At the other end, the name Fu Yuanchen appeared.
“Just wait. If you don’t see the marriage contract, you’re dead.”
Qin Qing spoke again, her voice hoarse and laced with chill.
Fu Yuanchen sneered. “I’m calling you as a favor. Don’t be ungrateful, you worthless—”
The noise cut off abruptly.
Qin Qing ended the call, raised a hand to her forehead. This body was running a fever—she couldn’t afford to delay.
Her own Extreme Yin Constitution urgently needed to absorb Malevolent Aura for Life-extension.
As for the marriage contract, she had to retrieve it and destroy it.
Otherwise, her fate would remain bound to Fu Yuanchen’s forever.
Cloudtop Hotel.
Qin Qing, still burning with fever despite taking medicine, clutched a box of condoms in her hand as she stepped out of the elevator with unsteady steps.
She found Room 1308 and was about to knock when she was startled by a wisp of Malevolent Aura seeping through the crack of the neighboring door.
It was an extremely faint trace of Malevolent Aura, yet it seemed to inject a thread of vitality into her weakened body, warming her all over.
In all her life, Qin Qing had never encountered such terrifying Yin Malevolent Qi.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she changed direction and walked to Room 1309.
“Knock, knock—”
After just two knocks, the door swung open on its own.
Qin Qing walked straight in, asking in a hoarse voice, “Is anyone here?”
The spacious room offered no response.
But from the bathroom came the sound of trickling water.
Inside the bathroom.
Fu Shuheng stood under the shower in his shirt, cold water pouring over him in an attempt to douse the rising flames of desire burning within him.
Unfortunately, it was futile.
The fire was about to consume him entirely.
Yet below, everything was as still as dead water—no reaction at all.
He had a hidden ailment—sterility.
This fatal flaw was commonly known as: impotence!
Fu Shuheng looked up at his reflection in the mirror. A few strands of wet hair clung to his forehead, water droplets slid along the contours of his face, and further down, his soaked clothes hung loose and disheveled…
Utterly pathetic!
He had never felt inferior because of his dysfunction, but tonight, being schemed against by his fiancée Liu Qingyan had humiliated him deeply.
“Bang—!”
The veins on Fu Shuheng’s neck bulged as his clenched fist slammed into the wall.
He closed his eyes, tilting his head back to let the cold water fall on his face. His movements were rough, almost brutally desperate, but after a short while, he gave up entirely.
He had tried…
And still, he could not awaken the dead thing that had slept for years.
Just as Fu Shuheng was wallowing in self-abandonment, he caught the sound of knocking amidst the trickling water.
Then, from outside, came a clear, slightly weary voice like music from heaven.
“Is anyone there?”
Fu Shuheng, breathing heavily, froze mid-motion.
His body, which had been silent for so long…
For nearly thirty years, it was as if vitality had been injected into it—awakening for the first time!
Outside the door, Qin Qing, who had acted on impulse, felt a twinge of regret. She hadn’t detected any ghostly presence in the room.
Which meant the occupant was a living person.
Barging in like this was truly impolite.
“Cough, cough…”
She covered her mouth, coughed softly, and turned to leave.
“Who are you?”
A deep, hoarse voice sounded from behind her—cold, yet laced with danger.
Qin Qing’s heart inexplicably trembled as she slowly turned around.
What came into view was a man with water dripping from the tips of his hair, his soaked white shirt clinging to his skin, perfectly accentuating the seductive curves of his waist and abdominal muscles, exuding an air of cold allure.
The intimidating aura radiating from him was a deep-rooted arrogance of the powerful, branded into his very bones—something he could never fully conceal no matter how hard he tried.
A flicker of astonishment passed through Qin Qing’s eyes.
It was because the man was completely enveloped in a dense, thick Malevolent Aura.
How could a living person possess such overwhelming Malevolent Aura, unless… he was a Lone Star of Heavenly Malevolence with an Extreme Malevolent Constitution!
Fu Shuheng caught a faint, cold fragrance lingering in the air. He studied the young woman who had appeared in the room—her expression distant and aloof, yet her bone structure and features were alluring, a cold beauty that bordered on breathtaking.
His gaze landed on the condom in her hand, and a hint of understanding flickered in his eyes.
“Did Yao Jin send you?”
Yao Jin was his chief assistant and trusted confidant, who knew that tonight he had been set up by his fiancée, Liu Qingyan.
He didn’t know where Yao Jin had found a woman who could actually stir a physiological reaction in him.
Qin Qing shook her head and asked abruptly, “Do you have any wishes?”
She wanted the man’s Malevolent Aura, but she couldn’t treat him as roughly as she would a ghost.
That left only one option… to lure him with benefits!
A Lone Star of Heavenly Malevolence was an endless “food source” that self-produced Malevolent Aura, perfectly complementing her Extreme Yin Constitution.
If she missed this chance,
she would never encounter another one in this lifetime.
When Fu Shuheng heard Qin Qing’s voice, his body’s reaction became even more uncontrollable.
How could a single word from someone instantly heal a body that had been barren for 28 years?
Fu Shuheng suppressed the surging emotions within him and beckoned with his hand.
“Come here—”
His gesture was casual, as if summoning a cat or dog.
His relaxed, condescending demeanor was the effortless ease cultivated through years of immersion in a powerful aristocratic family.
Qin Qing’s mind was entirely occupied by the thought that her food source for the rest of her life was secured.
She walked toward the man without any guard.
The next instant, her petite frame was pulled into a soaking wet, bone-chillingly cold embrace.