Every Day the Villain Continues to Fail
[Quick Transmigration]
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Wen Siyan let out a low chuckle.
That sound was full of contempt, a mocking sneer at Chu Lingyi's overestimation of himself from head to toe.
"Using foul language isn’t proper behavior for a good student. Guess I failed to discipline you," the man spoke slowly, eyes lowered as if focused on rolling up his sleeves.
The iron-gray pinstripe shirt he wore was adorned with an expensive pearl cufflink. The exposed half of his pale arm revealed smooth, defined muscles.
A man who was pleasing to the eye just by standing there, yet harbored a heart as cruel as a devil’s.
"I advise you not to move recklessly." Wen Siyan’s eyes curved in a deceptive smile, his tone dangerously soft. "Without me, Yaoyao will die."
Chu Lingyi's pupils dilated in shock.
What this twisted man said was definitely not baseless.
Ruan Yao blinked in confusion, his body weak and limp as he lay against Chu Lingyi. On his pale arms, pressed against Chu Lingyi, were several red marks left by Wen Siyan’s rough pinches.
For the past few days, Wen Siyan had kept him tied up in the villa, constantly kissing or squeezing him, leaving suggestive and mottled marks all over Ruan Yao’s delicate body.
Many times, Wen Siyan had pinched him so hard that Ruan Yao, teary-eyed and furious, would try to fight back. But being too weak to win, he could only throw things in frustration.
The beautiful boy, with soft, pale cheeks stained by bright red handprints, had been bullied to the brink of breaking. Pouting angrily, he grabbed the tissue box beside him and flung it away.
Yet the tissues in that box always seemed to run out mysteriously fast. When thrown at Wen Siyan, the lightweight box barely made an impact, less provoking than a slap from Ruan Yao’s small hand.
Wen Siyan casually grabbed the nearly empty tissue box, crushed it effortlessly in his hand, and leaned in close to Ruan Yao's tearful, doll-like face.
His long, curled eyelashes trembled in fear, like delicate wings fluttering, almost stirring a faint, sweet breeze.
Just imagining that soft scent brushing against his face made Wen Siyan want to sigh in pleasure.
"Yaoyao, don’t use the tissue box. Use your hand."
He grasped Ruan Yao’s thin, delicate wrist, as fragile as the stem of a flower.
The petals trembled, young and fresh sap coursing through its veins.
On that blindingly pale wrist was a faint red bite mark.
Ruan Yao smelled so sweet, a scent so intoxicating it made one lose all reason—tempting him to sink his teeth into any patch of that soft, white flesh, as if he could swallow that fragrance whole.
This seductive and ambiguous aura gradually made him addicted.
"Yaoyao, if I end up in hell, you must come to hell with me," Wen Siyan whispered softly against Ruan Yao's burning red ear.
"Otherwise, I will definitely come back for you and drag you down with me."
Ruan Yao gritted his teeth, his voice trembling and soft as he cursed, "You're insane! You pervert!"
Wen Siyan closed his eyes and licked the trembling bud-like tip of the little beauty's ear. His hot breath spread over Ruan Yao's jade-white neck.
"Good, curse me more, Yaoyao," he coaxed softly.
Ruan Yao wiped his tears and sobbed as he complained to the system, "This guy has such thick skin!"
The system was also furious. This lunatic constantly kissed and touched its host, always doing unspeakable things when Ruan Yao was asleep—rubbing against his hand or the soft pink skin behind his knees.
Ruan Yao was already exhausted from being on edge during the day, and the system didn’t want him to wake up frightened, but it was about to lose control.
How could someone do such vile things to him? He was even worse than that Chu guy!
"Master, we can electrocute him." On the system's small square screen, an animated little devil appeared, determined to punish Wen Siyan severely.
Ruan Yao's eyes lit up. Violence should be met with violence! He clapped his hands and gritted his teeth as he redeemed a taser. "You're right, I need to make him suffer!"
But the system's authority was limited, and the taser couldn't kill Wen Siyan outright.
The man held Ruan Yao's wrist, and his pale face suddenly flushed faintly... making him look even stranger.
Ruan Yao could only blame it on Wen Siyan being a pervert with a different body structure than normal people. After all, even plants could mutate. Ruan Yao huffed angrily at the thought.
The system had carefully examined his body and said there was just a bit of discomfort left from anesthesia.
"You have no other problems," the system said as it hovered in the air.
"What did you do to him?" Chu Linyi's gaze was as cold as if he were looking at a corpse.
The numbness in Ruan Yao's fingertips gradually faded, and his whole body slowly regained some strength. He buried his face against Chu Linyi's neck, his amber eyes hazy as if veiled by mist. "I'm fine."
His voice was soft and sticky, with a hint of spoiled sulkiness. Even in this tense standoff, his tone was so sweet it could melt hearts.
"Are you really okay, Yaoyao?"
A droplet of clear liquid splattered from the needle tip, staining the ground with a small, dark mark.
Under the scorching sunlight, the chemistry teacher's gold-rimmed glasses reflected a sharp glint. Wen Siyan wore his usual fake smile, but his eyes were cold. "I added a little something to Yaoyao's anesthetic. Without the antidote, he'll die."
"Besides, you can't escape, so why not let Yaoyao stay with me?" Wen Siyan's tone was almost gentle, as if coaxing.
For a moment, Chu Linyi was stunned. After all, no matter how smart he was, he was still a high school student, inexperienced with truly sinister people—especially unpredictable lunatics like Wen Siyan.
"If you want to die, don't drag others with you!" Chu Linyi couldn't control his emotions anymore.
Sooner or later, he'd tear Wen Siyan apart!
Wen Siyan held up the thin, long syringe, his tightly pressed lips curling into an exaggerated arc, as if something terrifying was about to break free from beneath his handsome, refined face.
"The antidote is in my hand."
He bared a mouthful of gleaming, sharp teeth, his gaze dark enough to devour everything. With a flick of his wrist, he produced another slender syringe. "Two choices. You can inject this into yourself, or you can take my flower."
For a moment, Ruan Yao felt as if this pervert had seen through his very core.
The handcuffs that bound his wrists had left deep bruises from prolonged confinement, which became even more glaring against his pale skin. He lowered his gaze, soothingly touching Chu Linyi's chest, his voice softer than usual in front of Chu Linyi, as gentle as a fine snowflake about to melt under the sunlight.
"Take me away," he murmured with closed eyes, his voice light and indifferent. "I don’t want my father to lose his only son. I don’t want him to hate me."
Chu Linyi's throat went dry instantly. He opened his mouth with difficulty, "You already know?"
Ruan Yao couldn't even be bothered to smile, his lashes drooping with fatigue, his tone distant, "If I wasn’t afraid of you coming back and taking everything, why would I treat you so cruelly?"
Ruan Yao was, after all, a spoiled young master who had been pampered since childhood, grumbling softly, "If only you weren’t his child."
"Vicious?" Chu Linyi chuckled, the sweat rolling from his forehead down to his crimson lips. "What do you mean by vicious, Ruan Yao?"
He coldly eyed the syringe in Wen Siyan's hand, the symbol of poison. "Give it to me."
At that moment, Wen Siyan's cold, snake-like eyes finally revealed a hint of what could be called a pitying smile. "Good boy."
He spoke gently, tossing the poison to Chu Linyi.
"Are you going crazy?" Ruan Yao completely broke down. He could restart if he died, but Chu Linyi couldn’t!
Would they even rob death???
"I told you not to die!" Ruan Yao panicked, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. "If you die, I will…"
He opened his mouth, struggling to find a way to threaten Chu Linyi, but in the end, all he could do was weakly say, "If you die, I’ll go with you! You’d die for nothing!"
Chu Linyi froze.
The system, for the first time, watched a TV drama play out in real life, wiping nonexistent tears with its tiny handkerchief. "Master, are you going to die with the main character? Boohoo."
Ruan Yao: … Why does that sound so strange?
Forget it, I don’t care anymore.
The young boy was fuming, incredibly domineering and unreasonable: "Anyway, if you die, I won’t let you off! You’d better stay alive so I can bully you!"
Wen Siyan watched the scene in front of him with interest. He had a feeling it was fun—after all, Chu Linyi would soon be dead, and then Ruan Yao would be all his.
Letting Chu Linyi touch him didn't really matter... At worst, he could make Chu Linyi's death even more unpleasant.
Wen Siyan coldly cracked his knuckles.
Chu Linyi held the syringe, emitting a muffled laugh from his throat. His eyes were filled with affection, only regretting that he couldn't see Ruan Yao's face right now, but just by imagining it, he knew that Ruan Yao’s face, as beautiful as peach blossoms, was probably showing a very vivid and very cute expression.
Lucky for this old man.
Chu Linyi thought coldly.
"Ruan Yao, didn’t you ask me to be your dog?" Chu Linyi suddenly brought up the matter, something Ruan Yao had long forgotten. At the time, the boy had been as beautiful as a flower, flamboyant yet soft, like a parasitic plant only capable of thriving by clinging to the strong, yet dazzling enough to be unforgettable.
"A dog has to give everything for its master." Chu Linyi said softly.
"You’d better hurry up, the drug has a time limit," Wen Siyan remarked, snapping his fingers.
Chu Linyi looked down at the syringe, unhesitatingly pointing the needle at himself.
A tennis ball suddenly shot out from the gap in the shelf, hitting Chu Linyi’s face with force, knocking him sideways. A large red bruise quickly formed on his fair, handsome face.
The syringe in his hand fell to the ground due to the sudden attack.
"Who?" Wen Siyan’s gaze turned cold as he sensed a gust of wind and, with all his strength, delivered a brutal punch to Wen Siyan’s stomach.
A boy with wild, lion-like hair lazily grabbed Wen Siyan's wrist with one hand, applying pressure.
Wen Siyan let out a grunt, and the antidote syringe fell directly into the boy's hand.
His jacket was carelessly draped over his broad shoulders. One foot was firmly placed on Wen Siyan's body, and Lin Xuan, holding the syringe filled with transparent liquid, observed it briefly.
His expression was one that begged to be slapped. "What are you doing? Do you really think I’m deaf, you bastard?"
"And the white-cut chicken over there" Lin Xuan pointed at Chu Linyi’s swollen face, "Can you even inject? What are you doing, you idiot?"
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Author's note:
Little Chu: Yao Yao wants to die with me, he loves me so much.
Old Wen: I’m not jealous, I swear. It's just that I almost killed him.
Brother Lin: Yay, my rival in love is disfigured!