Every Day the Villain Continues to Fail
[Quick Transmigration]
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The atmosphere in the penthouse office was suffocatingly tense.
Gu Rongming’s expression was terrifying, so much so that even the usual gentle smile at the corners of his lips had disappeared.
His deep, sharp eyes were as cold as frosty blades, making everyone present instinctively break out in a cold sweat.
The man’s pale fingers traced the smooth armrest of his wheelchair. Though his voice remained soft, it carried an unmistakable chill. “I was only away for a short while, and he was taken from me.”
He immediately knew that someone had infiltrated the top floor and taken Ruan Yao. Otherwise, given his nature, how could he have left on his own?
Where else could he possibly go without him?
With a beauty so dangerously alluring, like a temptation straight from hell, yet completely lacking the ability to protect himself.
Without his protection, Ruan Yao would only be devoured by other vile creatures until not even his bones remained.
Even Qi, the secretary who was usually warm and pleasant, had a rare grim expression. “Tell Second Master exactly what you were doing just now. If you hide anything, don’t blame him for being ruthless.”
A female employee in a fitted business suit was so frightened that her eyes turned red. Her delicate, perfectly made-up face was filled with unconcealed fear as she trembled and stepped forward.
“I didn’t see Madam. When I came back from printing documents, I only ran into the Eldest Young Master. He said he was just here to retrieve something…”
“Gu Jin?” Impossible! He had already been detained in custody. How could a criminal suspect possibly escape?
Gu Rongming narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure you didn’t mistake him for someone else?”
As the oppressive atmosphere grew heavier, the young woman shivered, her tears brimming as she hastily clarified, “I didn’t mistake him! The Eldest Young Master… he had a small assistant with him. I even greeted them!”
Gu Rongming furrowed his brows, pinching the bridge of his nose as he gazed at the bustling city streets below. The faceless crowd hurried about their lives, fallen leaves being crushed into dust beneath their feet.
His deep, unfathomable eyes darkened “I want to see my wife back, completely unharmed, within 24 hours.”
“And the kidnapper’s corpse”
His gaze fell upon the paused movie on the screen, an oil painting-like scene of a medieval beauty, her cheeks flushed like blooming roses. A pale, handsome vampire pressed a deep kiss against her crimson lips.
If the castle cannot hold you, then I will build a golden cage instead.
If the vampire dares to steal my treasure, then I will drag him into the sunlight and turn him to ashes.
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The car sped down the road toward the Gu family’s main residence.
Despite being pursued, the man showed no urgency. The deep, mellow melody from the car’s audio system was tossed into the wind as it rushed past.
Ruan Yao brushed aside strands of hair that had been blown onto his face. His thick eyelashes flickered under the dappled light, his eyes seeming to capture the brightness of the entire sky. He looked toward the man with both curiosity and wariness. “Who exactly are you?”
He no longer disguised his gender. His naturally clear and soft voice, uniquely belonging to a young man, was light and melodious, easily overpowering the music playing in the car.
The man’s lips curled into a carefree, unruly smile. Even in the howling wind, his voice remained magnetic and elegant. “Me? If you insist on knowing, you can call me Song Yu.”
Hui Jin Huai Yu. (A name that implies possessing noble qualities.)
A chaotic tangle of doubts in Ruan Yao’s mind suddenly unraveled. So he was Gu Jin’s twin brother.
Yet, despite being twins, one had basked in wealth and prestige, becoming the dazzling Eldest Young Master of the Gu family, while the other was stripped of even his identity.
“Aren’t you afraid that taking me back to the Gu family might expose me as someone on Gu Rongming’s side?” Ruan Yao asked as the grand mansion of the Gu family emerged, partially hidden by the shadows of the trees.
From the man’s perspective, all he could see was the delicate, snow-white skin of Ruan Yao’s slender neck, partially concealed by his silk-like black hair.
It stirred a peculiar itch within him—a desire to bite down, to press his teeth against that soft, pale skin, grinding over the small protrusion of his collarbone.
“Aren’t you curious about what Gu Rongzhang has hidden in his room?” The man smoothly drove into the parking garage, his audacity evident as he brazenly used a Gu family car to enter.
Passing through the garden gates was seamless, almost unnervingly easy. “Just don’t get too scared when you see it.”
Ruan Yao stiffened. “When did I ever say I was curious about Gu Rongzhang’s room?”
The man let out a lazy “Oh?” and chuckled. “You disguised yourself as a woman to marry an old man for money. Isn’t that just another way of saying you love wealth? Wouldn’t you be interested in what treasures the old man has hidden in his room?”
“Who knows? You might just become the richest man in Yun City overnight,” the man’s voice was low, like a venomous serpent enticing Eve to bite into the forbidden apple.
Ruan Yao froze. “W-What?”
All he wanted was to uncover the truth about Gu Rongzhang’s death so he could complete his mission and finally be free.
The man smirked, his expression mirroring Gu Jin’s, arrogant and wild.
With deep-set eyes filled with a terrifying mix of madness and hatred. “Once those secrets are exposed, YaoYao, Gu Rongzhang won’t even have the dignity of a decent death. He’ll be utterly disgraced, cursed by the world, eternally nailed to the pillar of shame”
“A two-faced, heartless bastard like him doesn’t deserve anyone’s respect.”
Ruan Yao lowered his gaze, his slender fingers clenching tightly. “What did Gu Rongzhang do to make you hate him this much? You killed him, didn’t you?”
Song Yu chuckled lightly as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I killed him because he deserved to die.”
As a peach blossom spirit, Ruan Yao had never felt human emotions as intensely as they did, but he could still sense the overwhelming, bone-deep hatred emanating from the man before him.
That searing hatred made him shudder involuntarily, his pupils constricting ever so slightly.
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The Gu family’s main residence was luxurious, but compared to other ultra-wealthy households, they employed relatively few servants. Since the owners weren’t home, the staff’s supervision was lax.
With ease, Song Yu led Ruan Yao through the estate, skillfully avoiding the servants’ sight as they approached Gu Rongzhang’s room.
The room had been left untouched for a long time. When they opened the door, a fine layer of dust stirred from the floor.
Ruan Yao covered his sensitive nose, cautiously following behind Song Yu.
“W-Won’t we leave footprints?” This was his first time doing something like this. His nerves were taut, but at the same time, he felt an inexplicable rush of excitement.
Song Yu curled a finger and flicked Ruan Yao's forehead. "Well, isn't it good that you found out?"
"Ow." Ruan Yao winced at the sudden pain and shot Song Yu a glare that had no real bite.
Then, he was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace and roughly tousled. "This isn't the time to provoke me. If you do it again, I'll make sure you can't walk, cover you in my..."
The last two words were swallowed up by the man's lips. Ruan Yao's fair, porcelain-like face instantly turned a shade of furious red.
"You..." Ruan Yao, never one for sharp words, could only stammer in anger before snapping, "If you keep saying things like that, you better be careful or I'll be the one to..."
Ruan Yao held his breath before throwing Song Yu's words right back at him. "You better be careful, or I'll make sure you can't walk!"
The man's movements paused for a brief second before he let out an amused snort. "Oh, little beauty, I'll be waiting for that."
With that, he bit down hard on Ruan Yao's lips, leaving behind a deep red imprint of his teeth.
Satisfied, he watched as Ruan Yao clutched his mouth, teary-eyed, before finally turning around to search for the hidden key.
The room was an ordinary bedroom, its decorations unremarkable, except for the massive portrait hanging directly across from the bed. The intricately framed painting was nearly as tall as a person.
Ruan Yao stopped in front of it and examined the artwork. It depicted a person trapped within thick, thorny vines. The figure was completely naked, their pale, flawless skin marred by crimson droplets of blood seeping from where the thorns dug in.
The imagery was eerie, mesmerizing, and intoxicatingly beautiful, as if staring too long would pull one into the painting itself.
The figure had long, disheveled black hair cascading down to their ankles. Their slender fingers and graceful neck were adorned with elaborate, luxurious jewelry.
Atop their head sat a radiant golden crown encrusted with gemstones, making them look like a god trapped in the abyss, a pitiful deity bound in darkness.
Their flushed cheeks were as striking as blooming roses, and their light amber eyes were filled with despair and helpless struggle.
Whoever painted this must have poured an overwhelming, near-mad love into it, twisted with a cruel obsession. Even through the glass, a mere touch against the painting seemed to transmit warmth, as though the painted figure’s skin was real beneath one's fingertips.
But the moment Ruan Yao clearly saw the figure’s face, his own complexion turned deathly pale.
The person trapped in the vines looked exactly like him.
From the shadows, an elderly man—seemingly refined but harboring something sinister—had been silently watching the painting.
His greedy, depraved gaze swept over the exposed, snow-white skin, his thoughts drowning in countless nights of obsession. He had spent those nights indulging in endless desires with substitute beauties, all in futile attempts to satisfy his fixation on this painting.
Who would have thought that the muse of his obsession would one day walk right into his grasp?
Like an innocent lamb, washing itself clean before stepping willingly onto the wolf’s banquet table.
"If I had known this earlier, you wouldn’t have needed to go through all the trouble of dressing as a woman" Song Yu muttered darkly as he stared at the painting. Even he had been unable to control the possessive urge to steal the painting the first time he laid eyes on it.
But when he saw Ruan Yao in the study, alive, breathing, real—he realized just how meaningless an inanimate portrait was in comparison.
A living beauty, with warm skin that could be touched, with an intoxicating scent that clung to one's bones, that was far more irresistible.
Just picturing Ruan Yao crying under him, his eyes rimmed red, trying to crawl away only to be caught by the ankle—
Just the thought of it sent a shiver of pleasure through him.
Every inch of that soft, pale skin should bear his marks, his scent. No one could resist Ruan Yao without losing themselves.
Keeping this reckless, tempting little troublemaker locked away where only he could see him, that was the right choice.
Suddenly, Song Yu reached out and covered Ruan Yao’s panic-stricken eyes with his hand.
The delicate lashes trembled against his palm, tickling like tiny sparks of fire.
"If you don’t want to look, then don’t" Song Yu murmured, his lips brushing against the nape of Ruan Yao’s neck. He inhaled deeply, resisting the primal urge to bite down and leave a wound. Only after forcing himself to calm down did he continue "The mechanism is behind this painting."
He grasped the ornate pearwood frame and twisted it firmly. Despite appearing fixed to the wall, the painting moved with surprising ease.
A hidden iron door, just wide enough for a single person, was suddenly revealed in the smooth wall.
Ruan Yao's lips parted slightly in astonishment.
Song Yu retrieved a key he had found tucked inside one of the books on the bedside table. Twirling it between his fingers, he smirked and said lazily, "Stay close"
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