The night was dense outside the window, with a few sparse stars hanging in the sky—
A crystal chandelier gently filled the luxurious bedroom room with light, and soft sobbing sounds could be heard.
Kisses rained down relentlessly, and the big hands pinching Jiang Luoluo’s waist showed no mercy as if venting anger.
With a pained cry, the man’s actions stopped. His bottomless black pupils seemed to soften for a moment, and his icy voice dropped a barely perceptible octave. “Does it hurt?”
On the bed, Jiang Luoluo choked back a sob, shaking his head hard. “Fu Tingchuan, Luoluo likes it… Luoluo doesn’t feel hurt…”
The man snorted coldly, his distant brows showing a hint of unexpectedness. “With your body this stiff, I can’t tell that you like it.”
The little beauty’s shoulders quivered as he wrapped his arm around his neck, his voice both cooing and soft. “Fu Tingchuan, Luoluo likes it…”
…
The first ray of sunlight in the morning shines on the bed through the curtains, and the quilt that has been shrunk into a small bundle moves, and a fluffy head pokes out.
Jiang Luoluo dragged his sore body to the ground and touched the half-empty bed. The remaining temperature on it was already gone, just like Mr. Fu, who always had a cold face.
”Leaving after sleeping? Heartless.”
Thinking of last night’s scene, Jiang Luoluo raised his legs and went to the bathroom. The slightly scalding water temperature drove away his fatigue. The little beauty in the bathtub imitated Fu Tingchuan’s business-like look. His red lips opened and closed, summing up the boss Fu Tingchuan’s tone yesterday.
“Terrible technique! Scum!”
“Right, how’s my favorability level looking?”
In the steamy bath, Jiang Luoluo gathered floating petals with his fingers, piling them together, as he asked casually.
He is bound to a quick transmigration system; and only by completing tasks could he keep his fragile life.
For each world, the task was to successfully win over the main villain—the one who, driven to madness by unrequited love for the protagonist, had gone to the lengths of destroying the world.
As a minor cannon fodder, he had to collect affection points from the villain boss, make them fall completely in love with himself, and abandon their plans to destroy the world. Only then would it count as success.
In this world, the main villain was none other than Fu Tingchuan.
Fu Tingchuan had a childhood sweetheart, but unfortunately, he was already in love with someone else. He tried to take him by force, but he refused to yield and jumped from a building holding his beloved. Exhausted and despondent, Fu Tingchuan saw no point in living. He detonated a bomb, taking a group of innocent people with him.
The tiny world instantly collapsed.
[Host, your favorability points have increased, now to 2001.] The system’s mechanical voice sounded in his head.
Jiang Luoluo echoed in his head, “2001?”
He raised his fair, delicate fingers to his lips, muttering to himself, “If it’s 2001 per time, then five times would be 10,000! Isn’t this a bit too easy?”
The system’s robotic voice paused momentarily. Jiang Luoluo could almost detect a hint of mockery in its response:
[Fu Tingchuan is already willing to financially support Jiang Luoluo, hence the initial value is 2000.]
Jiang Luoluo was speechless.
The youth in the bathtub slapped the water surface. Rose petals, still clinging to water droplets, were splashed up and landed on his round shoulders. Clenching his fists in indignation, he exclaimed:
“What a jerk! I spent the whole night with him! It felt like I endured one of the top ten tortures of the Qin Dynasty! For what? Just to get 001!”
“Fu Tingchuan, how is this any different from taking advantage of someone for free?!”
Host, we need 7,999 more affection points. If you keep up the good work, you’ll only need 7,999 more nights to complete scenario1, Mission 1.
Jiang Luoluo clutched his butt, declaring firmly, “I don’t want that!”
As soon as he spoke, something seemed to shift in his mind. Jiang Luoluo’s voice trembled, “scenario 1? What does that mean?”
“Aren’t you supposed to target only one person?”
“You’re tricking me!”
The system cleared its throat. [We’re not tricking you. We are indeed targeting only one person, but…]
The system’s voice suddenly cut off. Just as Jiang Luoluo was about to curse the deceptive system, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.
Peering through the hazy steam, Jiang Luoluo stuck out his head and came face-to-face with Fu Tingchuan.
He had changed his clothes. Instead of the heavy dark suit, he wore last night, he was now in black sportswear. The collars and cuffs were a bit white, the material wasn’t very good, and it looked like they’d been worn for a long time.
Jiang Luoluo was a bit confused.
Did the tycoon like pretending to be poor? Was there an actual desire for poverty hidden under his tycoon exterior?
Jiang Luoluo put both hands on the bathtub, his voice as sweet and delicate as a little canary. “Fu Tingchuan, do you want to take a bath? Do you need Luoluo to help you bathe?”
The person at the door lowered his eyes, a hint of self-mockery on his handsome face and a rasp in his voice. “I’m just a son-in-law. Am I worthy of having Young Master Jiang bathe me?”
“…what?” Jiang Luoluo thought.
The System seemed to have a network delay, finishing the half-phrase only now: [Your target has two personalities.]
Jiang Luoluo was speechless.
Dammit!
Completely misjudged!
