Every Day the Villain Continues to Fail
[Quick Transmigration]
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That person pulled out a knife before Ruan Yao could even react.
A flash of cold steel, yet the one who let out a muffled groan was not Ruan Yao.
At the critical moment, Pei Xinan lunged forward and pulled Ruan Yao behind him.
The man had not expected Pei Xinan to suddenly jump out and snatch the target away, causing his knife to veer off course and stab into the boy’s arm.
The faint scent of blood instantly filled the narrow space.
Droplets of blood splattered onto the ground like tiny blossoms.
Ruan Yao's face turned pale "Pei Xinan! Are you insane?"
The man, realizing his first strike had failed, widened his bloodshot eyes to the point that they seemed about to pop out of their sockets.
His voice was nearly a desperate shriek. "I ruined myself for you, and you won’t even look at me!"
"I love you so much!"
"Why won't you look at me? Why won't you die with me?!"
Since his first attempt to stab Ruan Yao had failed, he had no second chance.
The building’s security guards were not incompetent; allowing such a dangerous person to get inside and even harm an artist was already a serious failure on their part.
They quickly rushed in and subdued the deranged man.
Qin Shuang arrived in ten-centimeter high heels and, upon seeing Pei Xinan’s sleeve dripping blood, turned pale with fear. "Get him to the hospital! Call 120! Can’t you see he’s injured?"
The crazed fan, still in a frenzy, continued shouting near-manic confessions, drawing curious and meaningful glances from the surrounding crowd.
The entire scene had descended into chaos due to this unexpected incident.
Yang Fei grabbed Ruan Yao’s hand, frowning as he carefully examined him. "Are you alright?"
Ruan Yao’s face was ashen. He looked like he was on the verge of tears as he stared at Pei Xinan’s wounded arm.
Even so, he did not break down completely. Instead, he cautiously took Pei Xinan’s uninjured hand, his lips drained of all color. "I’ll go with you"
Pei Xinan tilted his head, gazing at Ruan Yao’s pale face. His long, dark eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow over his light-colored irises.
Something subtle flickered across his heart.
"You have to stay with me" He showed no sign of pain.
While Qin Shuang was beside herself with worry over his injury.
He simply locked his deep, dark eyes onto that delicate, pale face and curled his lips into a faintly triumphant smirk "You’re not allowed to leave until I’ve recovered"
He almost felt grateful to that lunatic.
Ruan Yao was genuinely convinced that he had caused Pei Xinan’s injury. He nodded obediently, his blue hair shimmering under the light like rippling waves on the ocean, making the skin at the back of his neck appear even fairer and more luminous.
As they were about to get into the car, Yang Fei tugged at Ruan Yao’s sleeve, trying to stop him from going.
Ruan Yao pushed his hand away. "He’s injured. I should take care of him."
There was no excuse that could take him away now.
Yang Fei, already pale, turned even colder, like an unyielding piece of ice atop a mountain. In the end, he did not forcibly take him away.
He simply fixed Ruan Yao with a chilling gaze. "If he finds out, I won’t help you"
A shudder ran through Ruan Yao.
Pei Xinan caught that tiny movement immediately. He cast a thoughtful glance at Ruan Yao’s manager. Compared to a manager, Pei Xinan thought he seemed more like a watchman.
As for whom Yang Fei was monitoring Ruan Yao for, Pei Xinan had yet to find out.
Was it that rumored benefactor?
Pei Xinan’s gaze darkened.
Qin Shuang initially wanted to follow them to the hospital, but Pei Xinan casually made up an excuse and sent her away.
Ruan Yao stared at Pei Xinan’s wound, his eyes still tinged red.
His eyes were beautifully shaped. When widened, they resembled those of an innocent fawn.
When lowered, they carried the bewitching charm of a classic beauty in an ancient painting, with the ends slanting upward and tinged with a faint, drunken blush.
Pei Xinan propped his chin on his hand, studying Ruan Yao’s face. He still held the same thought: with a face like this, even if he were utterly useless, he should have already taken the industry by storm.
Why isn't he very famous yet?
The atmosphere inside the car was heavy. Pei Xinan resisted the urge to touch Ruan Yao’s eyelashes and instead asked, "Was that person your fan?"
"Does your arm hurt?"
They spoke at the same time.
Ruan Yao quickly realized he had said something pointless. His face flushed with embarrassment, and he lowered his voice. "Probably. I don’t really know"
Feigning indifference, he lifted his chin. "I’m used to it anyway"
Concerned that Pei Xinan might be shaken by the incident, he put on the airs of a comforting older brother, even though he was only one year older.
He patted Pei Xinan’s shoulder, oblivious to how awkward the gesture looked. "I shouldn’t have dragged you into this photoshoot. I had no idea a crazy fan would find us here. I’ll compensate you for your medical expenses and lost work fees."
Pei Xinan, however, fixated on the word 'used to' Casually, he asked "Are there a lot of people like that?"
Ruan Yao was momentarily stunned before realizing Pei Xinan meant the obsessive fans. His long, butterfly-wing lashes fluttered as he turned his gaze aside, brows furrowing slightly.
That reaction only made Pei Xinan more intrigued.
Once again, he confirmed that Ruan Yao naturally possessed an almost maddening allure. The closer one got to him, the easier it was to go insane.
One would start wondering, why he couldn’t always be looking at them? why he would speak to others? why he couldn’t belong to just one person?
Ruan Yao himself had yet to realize this inexplicable charm.
He only felt that, for some reason, he was born to be resented.
Regardless, at least for the next few days while his arm healed, Ruan Yao would be his. He had plenty of time to peel away his layers of secrets.
Since the knife had veered off course, Pei Xinan’s arm was not too severely injured. Fortunately, it had not damaged any tendons or nerves. However, the wound was long and needed stitches.
The moment Ruan Yao heard the word 'stitches' the tips of his ears started trembling.
Pei Xinan, amused, leaned in closer. "Are you scared?"
A real man would never fear something like this. Ruan Yao’s ears trembled, his eyelids twitched, but he stubbornly averted his gaze. "No, of course not. Who’s scared? Not me."
Pei Xinan ultimately couldn’t resist reaching out and covering Ruan Yao’s eyes with his palm.
His delicate eyelashes quivered against Pei Xinan’s palm, sending a strange, tingling sensation through his entire body.
"Wait outside for me"
Ruan Yao sat very properly, curved his eyes into a soft smile, and told Pei Xinan, "I’ll wait for you"
As Pei Xinan went inside for his stitches, Ruan Yao found himself with nothing to do. Tilting his head back, he stared at the sign hanging outside the debridement room, waiting for the door to open.
“Who brought you here?” A man’s voice, laced with amusement, suddenly broke the silence beside him.
Annoyed, Ruan Yao turned his head and found a tall, slender man with a small ponytail grinning at him.
The moment their eyes met, something flickered in the man’s gaze a trace of admiration, almost too intense.
Without hesitation, he plopped down next to Ruan Yao. “Waiting for someone?”
The scent of cologne clinging to him was overpowering. Ruan Yao shifted away, frowning. “A friend”
If the man noticed the subtle rejection, he didn’t show it. Instead, he leaned in closer, nearly brushing against Ruan Yao’s skin.
“Little boy, you are so beautiful”
That’s an incredibly creepy thing to say.
Ruan Yao didn’t even bother forcing a smile. “I’m an adult”
The man’s hand was wrapped in fresh bandages. Ruan Yao, in a rather uncharitable moment, wondered if he’d gotten beaten up for running his mouth too much.
Lowering his head, the man smirked “Even if you’re grown, you still look like a little one. With a face like that, ever considered going into showbiz?”
Ruan Yao had never felt his profession insulted quite like this before.
His amber-colored eyes darkened with frustration, and a vein nearly throbbed at his temple.
If he were an animated character, his head would be covered in angry hashtags right now. “I’m not interested. If you're all patched up, why haven’t you been discharged yet?”
The man raised his bandaged hand with an easy smile. “This?”
He chuckled. “Well, without it, how else would I have met you?”
Goosebumps prickled across Ruan Yao’s skin. If this conversation went on any longer, he might actually lose control and punch the guy.
Forcing a stiff, insincere smile, he deadpanned, “My boyfriend's inside. If you keep talking like this, he’ll come out and knock your teeth out.”
The man's smile faltered.
His gaze lowered, locking onto Ruan Yao’s face, and for the first time, Ruan Yao noticed his eyes. They were an unusual shade of steel gray, as cold and sharp as metal. An inexplicable chill crawled down his spine.
“What’s your name?”
“What business is it of yours, old man?” A sharp, impatient voice cut through the tension.
Pei Xinan had finished his stitches and was now standing at the doorway, radiating irritation as he glared at the stranger. His presence instantly shifted the atmosphere.
“If you’re so free, why not get a real job?” Pei Xinan stepped forward and grabbed Ruan Yao’s wrist with his good hand.
Standing at nearly the same height as the gray-eyed man, the two locked eyes, an almost tangible sense of hostility crackling between them.
“Hitting on someone else’s boyfriend? You’ve got some nerve, dumbass.”
With a scoff, Pei Xinan yanked Ruan Yao away.
His strides were long and fast, forcing Ruan Yao into an awkward half-jog to keep up. Sweat started forming at his temples. Seriously, who was supposed to be the patient here?
Behind them, the gray-eyed man remained where he stood, watching Ruan Yao’s retreating figure.
Slender. Delicate. A beauty that fit perfectly in the palm of a hand.
A slow, almost bloody smile curled across his lips. His pupils shrank into narrow slits, eerily reminiscent of a snake. He pulled out his phone and made a call, his voice dripping with an unsettling mix of coldness and amusement.
“I think I just found the perfect candidate for 'Ning Zhen.'”
“No, actually, he is Ning Zhen”
“Only problem is that rude little brat clinging to him.”
Completely unaware of the ominous shift, Ruan Yao focused on trying to keep up with Pei Xinan. He glanced over, raising an eyebrow. “Aren’t you supposed to stay in the hospital?”
Pei Xinan lifted his bandaged arm in an exaggerated manner. The sight was almost comical, but his tone remained gruff. “Stay for what? It’s just a scratch. We’re going home.”
A pause. Then his brows knitted together, and he turned to glare at Ruan Yao. “And don’t think this gets you off the hook. You’re not going anywhere until I’m fully healed.”
His eyes narrowed as he took a step closer, backing Ruan Yao up against the wall.
Ruan Yao blinked, caught off guard. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Weren’t you calling me your boyfriend just now?” Pei Xinan’s tone was unreadable. “Are you taking it back now?”
A blush bloomed across Ruan Yao’s pale cheeks, turning them a soft shade of pink. His gaze darted everywhere but at Pei Xinan. “I was just saying it to get rid of him. Don’t be mad.”
“I don’t care” Pei Xinan cut him off, pressing a hand against the wall beside his head. “I’m a little kid, remember? You said it. Now you have to take responsibility”
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Author’s Note:
Pei Xinan: I’m just a kid. My wife has to take care of me. (Totally justified.jpg)