TYMRHBDES Chapter 2

In the first world, we originally planned to assign you the simplest task. Just as you were transported here, the mainframe suddenly suffered a severe disruption from unknown signals, causing the entire control system to malfunction. Even when all the engineers rushed to the scene, they could not help.

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[Until the Main Brain’s intrusion detection system kicked in, the target had unexpectedly split into two separate personalities, and the new one instantly awakened.]
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[Before that moment, everything was normal. That he having a split personality is a secret between just the two of you.]
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Seeing how heavy the atmosphere had become, the System forcefully offered an explanation.

Jiang Luoluo snapped back to reality. He tilted his head slightly, looking at Fu Tingchuan, and communicated with the System through brainwaves, “So in his mind, he’s an in-law? I’m his wife?”

The System’s voice was flat and emotionless:

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[To be more precise, according to his memories, you’re a spoiled, abusive wife who flaunts her wealth, who dislike poverty and loves wealth and status.]
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[Here’s roughly what the Main Brain told us: You used to fool around with all sorts of people, living recklessly. Your parents, trying to control you, forced him to become your husband in order to restrain you. But you treated him poorly, either hitting or scolding him. You’d also refuse to let him eat, make him stand as punishment, or order him to kneel. The servants in your household would follow your lead, grinding him down without showing him any respect, making his life a living hell.]
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“…Does Fu Tingchuan have any shame? He’s still setting himself up as this innocent-looking trickster, even at his age?”

The bathroom door was open, and some of the mist from inside started to disperse outside the room. Meanwhile, Fu Tingchuan’s figure by the door grew increasingly distinct.

His long black hair hung loose and messy over his forehead. He looked at the floor, as if too afraid or ashamed to face himself. Despite his nervous appearance, his body stood tall and straight like a pine tree. Perhaps because of the worn-out sportswear he was wearing, together with the messy hair, he looked quite younger today than his typical tycoon image from last night, almost like a young man being mistreated in a drama.

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[Host, your objective for scenario  2 is to win him over too.]

[Both of Fu Tingchuan’s personalities have reached 100 favorability points. If you can win them over in this world, this scenario will be considered a success.]
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Jiang Luoluo rested his chin on his hand, smiling like a villain. “Don’t worry, I’ll ‘win him over’ all right…”

“Fu Tingchuan,” Jiang Luoluo said, shifting his gaze to the man by the door. His anger flared at the thought of how he’d spent the entire night being tormented, with only a measly 0.1 points to show for it. “Get over here!”

Fu Tingchuan closed the door and obediently approached.

“I’m washed. Go grab a towel and dry me off.”

Fu Tingchuan’s head snapped up, met with the sight of a heart-pounding beautiful face. Steam had dampened his hair, and a soft, fair complexion glistened with moisture. The lips, tinged even redder by the steam, were mere inches from the bathtub’s edge, fingers resting casually on its rim. He looked like an innocent, naive mermaid.

As Fu Tingchuan’s gaze traveled downward, his expression froze, his face draining of color. A flicker of anger flashed through his eyes before he abruptly turned and left.

Jiang Luoluo was puzzled. “What’s his problem?! Can’t handle being a son-in-law already?”

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[I forgot to remind you: There are too many marks on your collarbone. He saw them.]
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Jiang Luoluo choked out, “What?”

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[In his mind, he feels… cheated on.]

[Host, it seems your seduction task just got harder.]
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Luo Luo slipped, splashing into the water. Just as he was about to scream for help, a large hand reached into the tub, grabbed him by the waist, and fished him out.

Coughing up water, Jiang Luoluo instinctively said, “Thank you.”

As Fu Tingchuan stared at Jiang Luoluo’s naked chest, his expression turned dark. His lips pressed into a tight line before he finally looked away, pretending he’d seen nothing. He wrapped the towel around Jiang Luoluo.

Jiang Luoluo lifted a corner of the towel to wipe his face as he studied Fu Tingchuan before him:

Fusses like a child—his face is turning green with anger.

Serves you right! You bullied me yesterday like your life depended on it. Now you’re my little husband, and I won’t become your ally without getting revenge first!

Jiang Luoluo’s eyes darted up as he spread his arms wide. “Hold me.”

The tables have turned. Yesterday you’ve bullied me, and today I’ll bully you back and humiliate you in order to relieve the hatred in my heart!

Fu Tingchuan didn’t even look at him. He leaned over, wrapped his strong arms around Jiang Luoluo from behind, and lifted him into a brief hug. He patted Jiang Luoluo on the back before immediately letting go.

Jiang Luoluo stared at him puzzled.

“I told you to carry me out! Like a little princess—carry me out like that!”

His voice was soft and girlish. Even though he spoke loudly, it sounded more like playful banter.

Fu Tingchuan pressed his lips together, trying not to look at the exposed skin or touch the boy directly. He wrapped the towel around the figure, picked him up, and stepped out of the bathroom.

The soft, pale body sank into the sofa, tilted his head to examine Fu Tingchuan. Those round, almond-shaped eyes swiveled mischievously, clearly up to no good.

“You! Wipe my feet for me!”

Fu Tingchuan glanced down, his eyes showing no emotion.

He knew the guy would make fun of and humiliate him.

His stupid wife had no shame whatsoever.

He didn’t feel embarrassed about having an affair with another man. Instead, he flaunted her dirty tracks, deliberately tormenting him even more.

It was all because he was just a powerless son-in-law in the Jiang family, with no say or status.

So he had to wear that green hat, suffer their disdain, and put up with their torment…

Slowly, Fu Tingchuan knelt down, his right knee touching the costly Italian handmade rug, hiding the murderous intent in his heart.

But he couldn’t hide.

One day, he swore he’d stand before Jiang Luoluo and make him pay back a hundredfold for this! He’d humiliate him! Then he’d toss him aside without a second thought!

He’d make him sob as he clung to his pant legs! He’d teach him what it meant to feel true remorse!

“Oh, hurry up about that foot…”

The young man’s crisp tone interrupted his thoughts. A tender foot rested on his thigh. The pale pink toes its delicate foot were slightly raised, with the same delicateness as its owner.

The fingernail-sized tooth marks at his ankle were only a few days old and had probably were bitten in the past two days.

The deep red marks on the slender ankle looked almost like fallen peach blossom petals. They were both alluring and fragile. Fu Tingchuan’s breath caught in his throat, and a violent urge rose in his heart.

This damned adulterer! Let’s get rid of him while we’re at it!

The room was perfectly warm, and the sofa under Jiang Luoluo felt like a comfortable cocoon. He watched Fu Tingchuan, who was on one knee wiping his feet, and savored a moment of sweet revenge. He let out a small yawn.

So sleepy. .

His wrist, placed on the armrest, swung loosely. Jiang Luoluo slumped into the cushions, his eyes heavy and blinking in a losing battle against sleep.

Fu Tingchuan finished wiping his feet with patient care. Hearing the rhythmic breathing beside him, he looked up to see Jiang Luoluo curled into the sofa cushions, deeply asleep.

In repose, Jiang Luoluo looked far more innocent. His eyelashes, like dark crow feathers like eyelashes, rested against his lower lid, casting a shadow beneath them. His red lips were slightly pouted, as if the small sofa hadn’t been up to his standards.

Fu Tingchuan stood up, his tall frame looming over the slumbering figure on the sofa. Something dark smoldered in the depths of his black eyes as he slowly reached out with one hand, gently cradling Jiang Luoluo’s neck.

This fragile creature… With just a little more force, and it would be dead…

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