Inside the restroom of a certain villa.
A stubble-faced man with a haggard, worn expression was slumped on the toilet like a dehydrated frog.
The tiled floor around him was littered with cigarette butts.
In just one night, Wei Yan seemed to have aged more than ten years.
There was no special reason. It was simply because he felt death was already knocking at his door.
He had died eight times to earn this chance. The system had clearly told him that as long as he played his role as a villain properly, did nothing out of line, and survived like an NPC until the ending, he could live and return to his original world.
Yet right at the very beginning of the plot…
He had slept with the female lead.
What could be more outrageous than that?
Just sitting there, Wei Yan could already imagine the miserable way he would die.
After escaping from the Qu Family, he had hidden in this restroom all night.
Because he feared that cold, eerie girl might suddenly emerge from some dark corner and stab him to death again.
The only good news was that, overall, he was still lucky.
It was daytime now, and he was still alive.
From his eight deaths’ worth of experience, that “reaper girl” usually only struck at night.
“No! I can’t just die like this!”
Like a dying man suddenly jolted awake, Wei Yan sprang up from the toilet.
There was no grand reason. He simply didn’t want to experience again the sensation of a cold blade piercing through his chest.
Since he wasn’t dead yet, that meant there was still hope.
“Think! Think of a way to survive!” Wei Yan clutched his head, muttering almost frantically.
“Right! As long as I convince that old man from the Qu Family to act along with me and keep Lin Dineng from finding out, wouldn’t that solve everything?”
Wei Yan’s logic was simple.
This was a world inside a book. In theory, only what the protagonist could observe truly mattered.
Like Schrödinger’s cat—if last night’s events were sealed inside a box the protagonist could never see, then it was as if they had never happened.
It sounded far-fetched.
But Wei Yan didn’t want to die another meaningless death, so he had no choice.
As for how to convince that old man…
Wei Yan had already thought it through.
He would just come clean.
“I slept with your granddaughter!”
He understood those old family heads. Compared to chastity, they cared far more about reputation.
Even if the old man hated him for what happened last night, he would never want it to be exposed.
If word got out that his granddaughter—the Qu Family’s precious young lady—had been slept with by another man on her wedding day, where would his dignity go?
So he would have no choice but to cooperate.
Once he made up his mind, Wei Yan acted immediately.
To make the old man believe him without needing further explanation, he returned to the Qu Family early in the morning and climbed back through the same window he had escaped from.
…
Qu Family.
The bridal chamber looked exactly the same as when Wei Yan had left the previous night.
Even the girl lying on the bed—the one who had turned the tables on him—was still sleeping peacefully.
It seemed that his panicked escape last night hadn’t affected her at all.
“This woman…”
Standing by the bed, Wei Yan stared at her with a fierce expression.
Her sleeping face was still gentle and beautiful.
Although he didn’t want to admit it, her beauty was flawless.
Her skin was as smooth and fair as a freshly peeled egg.
Beneath the blanket, her slender waist looked as if it could be grasped in one hand.
Her long, fair legs were wrapped in pure white lace stockings, and even the small portion of her delicate feet peeking out from under the blanket was perfect beyond flaw.
She revealed almost nothing—at most, he could only see her shoulders.
Yet even the sight of her delicate collarbones and smooth neck was enough to make his breath falter.
“Mmm… ah? Darling, you’re back…”
Her sleep seemed light.
Even his quiet murmur had woken her.
Groggily, Qu Mengjun struggled to open one eye.
The moment she saw it was him, her face lit up with a sweet smile despite still being half-asleep. She climbed up and hugged his waist intimately.
“Darling~ would you like a good morning kiss from your newlywed wife? Anywhere is fine~”
Who could possibly withstand a scene like this?
This was the famous ice-cold beauty of Magic Capital—though right now, there wasn’t a trace of coldness in her.
And according to the plot, Wei Yan had chased her for seven or eight years.
From their first meeting through family business ties, from middle school to high school to university, he had been her devoted admirer all that time.
Yet now, the goddess who once ignored him was acting like this.
Who could resist?
His breathing quickened. Without hesitation, Wei Yan yanked away the blanket and pushed her down onto the bed.
“Don’t think I’m some harmless guy!”
At this point, there was no separating himself from what had happened.
Once or twice—it made no difference anymore.
Why shouldn’t he take the chance to enjoy it?
Besides, it wouldn’t affect his plan to pressure the Qu Family patriarch into cooperating.
“Eh? Eh?! What… eh?!”
Seeing the man she liked suddenly turn aggressive, Qu Mengjun was momentarily stunned.
But for her, this was clearly something she welcomed.
Her surprise quickly turned into a sweet smile.
After that…
The two of them indulged to their hearts’ content.