Every Day the Villain Continues to Fail
[Quick Transmigration]
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“I will never believe Gu Jin, that big jerk, again.” The little thumb-sized person in Ruan Yao’s sea of consciousness wiped his tears as he glared resentfully at the vile man’s misdeeds.
Ruan Yao felt pain. His long eyelashes trembled, and a beast-like whimper rolled out from his throat.
Snow-white thighs were streaked with faint red marks, like the bold stroke of cinnabar on a rice paper scroll, exuding a captivating yet pitiful allure.
It made one want to bully him even more, to leave marks all over his body that belonged only to oneself.
To lock him in a golden birdcage, hide him where only oneself could see, and keep this elusive, enchanting soul forever within one’s grasp.
Gu Jin found it almost amusing. Ruan Yao was clearly an idiot who would come to him willingly with just a little coaxing. So why did it feel like no matter what he did, he could never fully grasp him?
No matter the means used, Ruan Yao’s heart seemed untouchable.
Even if he locked him up, one day, he’d still vanish.
This strange fear of losing something drove the man to madness.
Gu Jin leaned close to the ear, crimson as blood, and pressed one hand on the slender, pale neck beneath him. “Yao Yao, marry me.”
Ruan Yao stared at him, unsure and alarmed. “Are you crazy?”
His light amber eyes were still glistening with a layer of clear moisture, making him seem even easier to bully when confused. His soft, rosy lips parted slightly into a small "o" revealing a glimpse of neat, pearly white teeth.
Ruan Yao couldn’t perceive Gu Jin’s twisted affection. All he felt now was that Gu Jin was deliberately taking revenge on him. After all, he was a despicable liar who abandoned him for money and married his father.
Moreover, every time Gu Jin was with him, he always made him hurt so much.
The little peach blossom spirit, who had narrowly escaped psychopaths in multiple worlds, firmly believed that if someone truly liked you, they wouldn’t make you feel uncomfortable.
Obviously, Gu Jin wasn’t that gentle type, so Ruan Yao simply and crudely attributed Gu Jin’s erratic attitude toward him to hatred.
Because he hated him, he bullied him. Ruan Yao deeply suspected that the system’s detectors for goodwill and animosity had been reversed.
The peach blossom spirit’s logic was extremely straightforward, so much so that once it headed in the wrong direction, it could spiral to a point even eight horses couldn’t drag it back.
Gu Jin’s voice grew lower and lower, almost exhausted as he rested his head against Ruan Yao’s slender neck. Ruan Yao couldn’t see the stormy darkness rolling in his ink-black eyes. “I’m not crazy. Since the old man is already dead, isn’t it right for me, as his son, to inherit his estate?”
“Everything of his, including you, should belong to me.”
Ruan Yao grew so furious he began speaking without thinking. He was still somewhat afraid of Gu Jin, so he turned his head aside, unwilling to meet his gaze as he retorted, “But unfortunately, you’re not the only heir.”
Gu Jin’s breathing hitched.
Ruan Yao knew his provocation had worked.
Gu Jin released the hand that had been restraining him. “What do you mean?”
Ruan Yao kept chanting to himself to stay calm, quickly grabbing the clothes by the bed to cover his chest, which was on the verge of being licked raw. The rough fabric brushed against his tender skin, making Ruan Yao instinctively hiss.
What was going on? Did the men in this world all have barbed tongues or something?!
The peach blossom spirit, who was born without any attack abilities, was utterly furious.
When people are angry, certain aspects of themselves reach extraordinary levels. For Ruan Yao, this manifested in his acting skills.
The beauty, covered in mottled marks from the man’s torment, coldly draped the jacket over himself and calmly dressed under the man’s gaze.
He wasn’t wearing anything underneath—just Gu Jin’s oversized jacket. The hem barely covered the base of his pale legs, contrasting with the faintly visible red and swollen marks on his thighs, like a spark igniting the man’s suppressed desire into a roaring flame.
Ruan Yao had no choice. He had come here wearing only Gu Jin’s jacket, and besides this garment imbued with his scent, he had no other clothing.
This was when the scattered clothes in Ruan Yao’s own room seemed like a blessing.
“The thank-you gift you promised, I’ve already given it to you.” His slender, pale fingers carefully fastened the buttons at the hem.
His satin-like black hair cascaded to his waist, accentuating his increasingly exquisite face, reminiscent of the mysterious and alluring sirens in fairy tales. “As for my secret, feel free to reveal it or not.”
Gu Jin sat on the bed, his eyes dark and cold as he watched his every movement.
Ruan Yao paid no heed to the suggestive marks on his body. Standing up, he lowered his gaze to look at the man whose expression could only be described as terrifying.
His slightly pouted, rosy lips appeared even more enticing with the downward tilt of his head. "Since things have already come to this, staying here won’t lead to a better outcome anyway" he said softly.
"You said you wanted to inherit me." His delicate brows and eyes suddenly bloomed into a faint smile, like a romantic spring thaw in the midst of a thousand miles of icy rivers. It was clearly a provocation, yet it inexplicably filled ordinary hearts with longing.
"Come back when you’ve become the head of the family" he added.
Ruan Yao wasn’t wearing shoes. His bare feet rested on the deep gray wool carpet, glowing like a soft, luminous light. His disheveled black hair draped over his thin, bony shoulders like seaweed.
Gu Jin wanted to grab him, but when he moved his fingers, he realized he couldn’t.
Ruan Yao was right. Gu Jin needed to become the head of the family, crushing all other men who coveted him beneath his feet, to truly claim him.
Ruan Yao was a dodder flower that thrived on power. To pick this decadent and alluring bloom, Gu Jin had to wield authority in his hands.
Ruan Yao didn’t even spare a backward glance. Apart from steadying himself on the doorframe due to limited mobility, he didn’t pause for a second. It was as if Gu Jin were some ferocious beast he couldn’t avoid fast enough.
Gu Jin watched his retreating figure and silently curled his lips into a grin.
Fine, little stepmother.
When the day comes, I’ll make sure you can’t even cry.
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Ruan Yao was relieved that the hallway was empty, allowing him to sneak back to his room unnoticed.
The system in his mind buzzed excitedly, its display flashing elaborate starry-eyed emojis. “Host, your acting skills have improved again! I dare say this could land you in the top three moments at this year’s Transmigrator Acting Awards!”
“Gu Jin must think you’re even more of a gold-digging con artist now. Congratulations, you’re about to harvest the protagonist gong’s malice!”
Ruan Yao barely managed to maintain his composure until he returned to his room. Exhausted, he collapsed onto his bed, too drained to feel any joy. “Mm-hmm” he muttered halfheartedly before raising a critical question. “But why didn’t the system notify me of a decrease in Gu Jin’s affection points?”
The noisy celebratory atmosphere in his mental space suddenly became awkward.
The system scratched its smooth, bald head with a mechanical arm. “Ah, well…”
Ruan Yao arched a suspicious brow. “System?”
“Ding....Gu Jin’s affection level has increased by 10 points. The current affection level is now 99%. Host, please keep up the good work.”
By the time the emotionless system notification ended, Ruan Yao’s expression had gone numb.
He lowered his head to glance at the marks on his chest, inhaling sharply. Why does biting me increase his affection level? What kind of wild path is this protagonist gong taking?
The system guiltily chimed in, “Well… if it really comes down to it, we can max out the protagonist gong’s affection points and achieve the ‘Villain Redemption’ achievement.”
“That would be out of character, wouldn’t it?” Ruan Yao shot back, his tone sharp.
The system replied sheepishly, “True…”
“Besides” Ruan Yao added, covering his chest with a pitiful expression, “If getting bitten raises his affection level to 99, then reaching 100 is bound to be worse.”
Ruan Yao couldn’t help but imagine Gu Jin’s ferocious grin as he brandished a knife and fork, lunging at him. The thought drained all color from his face.
A chill breeze wafted through the window he’d forgotten to close, amplifying the goosebumps already prickling his skin.
Thinking back to the intruder who had broken into the house, Ruan Yao still felt uneasy. He resolved to switch rooms after tonight. Surely the maniac wouldn’t have keys to all the rooms.
Ruan Yao was still wearing that oversized suit jacket, its front left unbuttoned to avoid aggravating his injuries. Any slight bend would inadvertently reveal a tantalizing expanse of pale skin.
His room was cleaned daily by the household staff, and the windows were wiped spotless.
This only made the bloodstained handprint on the window frame stand out even more.
Ruan Yao’s eyes widened in alarm. The sheer curtain swayed in the wind, revealing a series of bloody words scrawled across the glass, still not completely dry:
I don’t like your suit.
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"Don't be afraid, it's okay now." Gu Rongming gently patted Ruan Yao's head, his tone soft with a faint trace of affection that was almost imperceptible.
A single tear perched delicately on Ruan Yao's long eyelashes. With a blink, it rolled down his smooth cheek and finally dripped onto Gu Rongming's knuckles.
His pale fingers twitched slightly, and a subtle warmth appeared in the cold depths of Gu Rongming's otherwise distant gaze. "If you ever feel scared again, you can come to my room to sleep."
What a perfectly legitimate excuse. He could almost thank that foolish mouse.
"Second Master, the blood on the window has been analyzed. It's just chicken blood" Qi Ren reported, handing over the lab results to Gu Rongming.
Gu Rongming accepted the stack of documents with one hand but didn’t bother looking at them. Instead, he placed them on his lap.
With his other hand, he continued soothing the trembling Ruan Yao. His long fingers tangled with strands of "her" jet-black, wavy hair.
The strands coiled like sleek, black snakes, obediently caressing their master’s fingertips.
Qi Ren, while chastising himself for his dirty thoughts, couldn’t stop his mind from wandering.
The Madam’s delicate and sensitive temperament surely required gentle care.
Even the slightest neglect might bring her to tears.
He didn’t want to make her cry, but the sight of her tears was so breathtakingly beautiful.
Glancing at the antique wall clock in the study, Gu Rongming calmly took Ruan Yao’s hand in his. "If I recall correctly, Officer Yu Chuan should be arriving soon."
The pale, sickly man lowered his head, his features sharp like ink-brush strokes, a faintly mocking smile curling his lips as if he were belittling an ant.
Ruan Yao was puzzled by his sudden amiability toward Yu Chuan. Previously, their interactions had been nothing but cold hostility.
"Sister-in-law, I regret to inform you of some unfortunate news" Gu Rongming said with feigned propriety, sighing lightly even as he continued to stroke Ruan Yao's soft, rosy fingertips as though admiring a priceless work of art.
Ruan Yao felt uneasy and tried to pull her hand away, but the man tightened his grip.
Gu Rongming's expression appeared earnest, though a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Sister-in-law, you may have been on good terms with Gu Jin before, but I must tell you, according to information from the police..."
"Gu Jin is the one who killed my brother."
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Author's Note:
The poor secretary can only rely on imagination.