[You are a foolish and superficial Villainess Supporting Character, jealous of the outstanding Belle of the Ball Female Lead, and you are attempting to seduce all the men in her harem.]
[The noble Villain Boss has been pushed onto the bed by you, while the Gloomy Academic Genius is currently kneeling in the bathroom as punishment.]
[The Tsundere Peacock Childhood Friend has been drugged and stuffed into the wardrobe by you, and your Beijing Circle Crown Prince Fiancé is on his way to catch you in the act—]
An emotionless mechanical voice sounded in her head. The glassy pupils of the young girl half-kneeling on the bed focused for a moment, her eyes suddenly lighting up.
A roar of thunder crashed outside, the sky torn apart by a blinding white light. A damp night wind swept through the half-closed window, brushing past the girl’s slender ankles.
With a “beep” of the prompt, the girl half-kneeling on the bed shuddered and let out a breath.
In the next second, a deep voice laced with faint anger came from below.
“Jiang Zhizhi, are you looking for death?”
The shaken girl looked down, and what met her eyes was a face of noble severity.
A high-bridged nose was adorned with a small tawny mole. The way he looked up at her was both cold and alluring.
His black silk shirt was torn wide open, and his firm, well-trained chest rose and fell heavily with his breath. Beads of sweat rolled down his muscle lines, disappearing into his waist and abdomen…
Jiang Zhizhi’s almond-shaped eyes widened uncontrollably, her dark pupils roaming from the other man’s pectoral muscles to his flushed face.
After a brief pause, her gaze moved upward, seeing a line of outlined text above the man’s head.
[Character: Pei Henian]
[Setting: A disciplined, restrained, and abstinent Villain Boss.]
[Blackened for love, fallen from grace, legs paralyzed, ends up dying in a sea of flames.]
Paralyzed legs?
Jiang Zhizhi blinked and subconsciously reached out to give them a squeeze—
The burning heat of the man’s body radiated through the thin suit fabric. His muscles instantly tensed, becoming hard as stone.
Simultaneously, a muffled groan of pain sounded. The man’s deep tone carried the weight of gritted teeth.
“Jiang Zhizhi, you had better pray that I don’t chop off those hands of yours and feed them to the dogs.”
Jiang Zhizhi quickly pulled back, but her excessively long nails caught on something. Sharp pain shot from her fingertips, and tears instantly flooded her eyes.
From Pei Henian’s perspective, he saw Jiang Zhizhi’s face turn pale, her eyes brimming with a misty veil of tears.
She didn’t seem to have reacted yet; she looked completely dazed.
A look of ignorant blankness appeared on her small face. Her long, curled lashes were wet with tears, sticking messily to her pinkish eyelids.
[Congratulations to Host No. 64957704. After multiple rounds of screening and matching, you have been bound to the Villainess Supporting Character Troublemaking System. Complete the tasks to obtain a healthy, free body and the super luxurious reward of a hundred-billion-dollar family fortune!]
[However, in this world, “your” crimes are numerous and beyond description. The previous three task-takers all died accidentally because of this.]
[Death in this world means mission failure. Please, Host, hold onto your life and survive the high-mortality-rate novice plot!]
[Note: The previous Strategists were all subjected to having their hands cut off by the Villain Boss, Pei Henian, after this harassment. No exceptions.]
Jiang Zhizhi looked at the man through tear-filled eyes, her wet lashes trembling. Her delicate, gorgeous face revealed a pathetic look of terror.
But Pei Henian only knitted his brows, not understanding who this tearful act was meant for.
“Get off, or I will kill you.”
The girl sitting on his lap stared at him for a second, then suddenly opened her arms.
His vision went dark.
The girl’s fragrance, accompanied by her gentle breath, descended upon him like a small brush, sending a tingle along his neck.
Pei Henian’s body stiffened, but before he could speak, he heard a sob along with the girl’s voice.
“You’re so mean, Pei Henian…”
Warm moisture fell on the delicate skin of his neck, pitter-pattering like the wind and rain outside. Like broken strings of pearls, she was sobbing and gasping.
“I’ve liked you for so many years. Countless times in the dead of night, I prayed to your back that you would look at me just once more. Even the first of my birthday wishes was for you to be healthy and safe. Is this how you treat your admirer?”
Pressing her chest tightly against him, the girl’s sharp teeth bit into his neck, her words muffled by grievance.
“Bastard, I’m never going to like you again…”
The broken strings of tears slid down the lines of his neck, damp and warm.
It was easy to think of a kitten lying on one’s lap in spring, its head bobbing as it licked a palm.
Pei Henian’s breath hitched, and his resisting movements froze in place.
Yet she continued as if venting, biting him while whispering curses under her breath.
From calling him a bastard to a heartbreaker, from saying he didn’t recognize a good heart to calling him cold and heartless. Her tone was delicate, like a feather brushing against his heart.
Under the dim yellow light of the room, their figures were reflected in the large floor-to-ceiling mirror, like a pair of mandarin ducks entwined at the neck, or the most inseparable of lovers.
Pei Henian’s heart skipped a beat, suddenly falling out of rhythm.
In the place he couldn’t see, Jiang Zhizhi worked hard at crying over her fragments of a hundred-billion-dollar fortune, her lashes trembling.
Over these years, her memory had been fragmented.
Most of it involved being locked in a sunless basement, listening to the rustling of rats and cockroaches all day long.
She had no memory of her life before entering the basement, let alone what kind of life she had lived.
But regardless, a turning point had finally arrived.
And right now, the most important thing was to make this man she had tied up show some mercy and spare her life.
In a flash, Jiang Zhizhi made up her mind—
She didn’t give Pei Henian time to react. While wiping away her tears, she propped herself up.
One of Pei Henian’s hands was handcuffed to the headboard, the chain very short.
Jiang Zhizhi sat astride him, her lotus-white arms circling the man’s neck.
Her long lashes crushed her tears. Her slender and fragile appearance made her look both pure and pitiable.
After a few more tears pitter-pattered down, she braced her arms.
As if having a breakdown over her beloved’s coldness, she frantically tore at Pei Henian’s clothes while muttering in a fit of pique.
“Since all these years of secret love have ended in false accusations, then I might as well be more direct—”
Amidst the chaos, Jiang Zhizhi sneakily felt Pei Henian’s abs. The ears of the man tied to the bed turned crimson, and the small mole on the tip of his nose shifted with his movements.
His elegant phoenix eyes were filled with shock, as if he hadn’t had time to fully process her sudden confession.
With a “clack,” the metal snapped open, and soft hair brushed against his abdomen.
Pei Henian finally snapped back to reality, his handsome face both cold and furious.
“Jiang Zhizhi—”
Almost instantly, a perplexed voice rang out.
“That’s not right…”
A fluffy head lifted up. Her almond eyes were moist as she asked him:
“Pei Henian, are you… underdeveloped?”