LC: Chapter 62

62. Progress

The feast was spent in silence by the two men. On one hand, HereticKing and XiaoYu weren’t big talkers to begin with. On the other, HereticKing was still musing over the peculiar feeling he’d felt for XiaoYu.

However, there were some development to be had. HereticKing told XiaoYu his full name. There was a moment when XiaoYu thought the other was Japanese instead of Chinese. Only after some explanation did he understand that HereticKing’s surname was “Hei”, not “HeiQi” (Kurosaki). It was just pure coincidence that the first character of the other man’s first name was “Qi”.

Dinner ended quite some time before XiaoYu’s bedtime. Unfortunately, QiYao couldn’t stay with him anymore. Today just so happened to be the day he would give his big brother, Hei QiXuan, the monthly report of things in his life.

After QiYao logged off, XiaoYu was reminded of the items and gold coins in the tiny cat’s pouch. A glance at his Friends tab showed I_Am_A_Poor_Man still online. Thus, he hurriedly messaged the other to discuss the loot.

When XiaoYu opened up the Pet tab, his heart sunk, and his head dropped in depression. The small cat’s level was, written clearly in black and white, Level 80. It was 20 full levels higher than its owner. How was he meant to feel about that? Not only that, the indicator for how many gold coins the kitten required before its next level up now read “Level of Pet is capped at 20 higher than Owner. Please level up player before levelling pet.” Heh. Sure, XiaoYu was now a burden to the little one’s levelling.

The moment XiaoYu opened up the kitten’s inventory, his eyes were blinded by half-a-screen’s  worth of bright, shimmering gold coins. An item slot can hold up to 100 of the same item. A quick looked showed dozens of items slots filled to the brim with x100 gold pieces. Just how many would that be? If it were up to XiaoYu to pick them all up one by one, who knew how many years it’d take? The tiny cat’s love for money has once again expanded the limits of his mind.

“Xiao-Yu, what are you looking at? You’re getting all cross-eyed,” Poor_Man asked as he lightly patted XiaoYu who’d been spacing out in the middle of the street.

“…” This overwhelming shock was so indescribable that XiaoYu just showed the other man the tiny cat’s inventory.

“Gods! What? I thought I’d just cracked open a bank’s safe!” Poor_Man dug out a pair of shades from his bag. “See no evil! Staring at this for too long will give me the impulse to do something bad.”

“How should we split them up, Big Brother Poor?” XiaoYu asked.

“Um…Xiao-Yu, if you keep calling me that, I’ll start feeling guilty. You can just call me Lin-ge from now on.” It was the first time ever Poor_Man disliked a nickname he made up, especially when he was faced with the mountain of gold.

“Oh. Okay.” Did that mean I_Am_A_Poor_Man’s surname was Lin? XiaoYu wondered.

“What a pity. The item description said these are just gold pieces of average purity. It’s recommended to sell them directly to NPC stores.” As XiaoYu had shared his screen over, Poor_Man could read up the item descriptions himself. “I wonder how much one would fetch. Xiao-Yu, go try it out with one piece.”

“Okay.”

The two took out a single gold piece and headed over to the nearest NPC shop. After showing it to the storekeeper, they were quoted 10 gold coins + 2 gold coins. (Unique passive skill from the tiny cat’s necklace – Sell Price +20%.) Likely due to the impurities within the gold piece, it didn’t fetch a high price. However, if multiplied by the number of gold pieces collected, the sum would be a terrifying number.

After some consideration, Poor_Man decided to sell them all. They weren’t rare items anyway. A single skill from a rich salesman’s ghost would result in tens of thousands of gold pieces falling from the sky. Since they weren’t very pure, blacksmiths can’t use them to strengthen anything. At the moment, there weren’t any Professions or Jobs that could purify metals. The game developers likely thought they didn’t need it. Otherwise, no one would visit the NPC gold stores.

Once the gold pieces were all sold off, they had thousands of crystal coins. Then, with Poor_Man’s help, the rather useless items were all sold off. On a rough estimate, not only could every member of the grinding party obtain an equipment with additional stats, they could also gain many practical items and over 100 crystals. This was major harvest for a normal grinding party session.

There wasn’t much XiaoYu could help with in the intricate task of deciding which items were useful, other than selling off the ones that weren’t. Hence, he was shooed off to wait in dessert shop by Poor_Man. After a long time, Poor_Man was finally done sorting and mailed each member’s part of the loot to them. When he arrived at the dessert shop, he found the tiny cat licking up its fourth bowl of ice cream while the big cat was on his third glass of milk. The table full of empty glassware was a spectacular sight to behold.

“Luckily, you won’t get food poisoning or diarrhoea in the game. Otherwise, with how you two are eating, you’d be in the hospital,” commented Poor_Man.

“Heheh.” XiaoYu didn’t think he’d finish his third glass so quickly without noticing it. It was probably because it’s been a long time since he’d had any. He was slightly nostalgic about that dense milky taste.

“Xiao-Yu, did Chief bully you just now?” asked Poor_Man.

“Nope.”

“Huh. Really?” From the way Chief dragged XiaoYu away, Poor_Man’s imagination conjured up dozens of colourful and interesting scenarios.

“Mn. Yao even treated me to a feast.”

“…” Was this the legendary appetite that’s born from rage and sorrow? Chief, accept my bent knee!

“But…” XiaoYu tilted his head to a side. A slight frown on his face. “It felt like he was in a bad mood.”

“Well, anyone would be in a bad mood if they were being “supervised” by someone else during a boss battle. Especially if it were by their enemies, the Wings. Chief’s bad mood is understandable.” Poor_Man hadn’t forgotten they’d yet to pay back for last time they’d stabbed into Prole-3. Any time their elite team bumped into those two smiling schemers, they felt like punching the Wings.

“Then, should I apologise to everyone else and Yao?”

“Its fine. You’re free to make friends. We won’t interfere.” Poor_Man paused. “But we don’t have a good relationship with the Wings. You’d best be careful. I don’t want you dragged into our feud.”

“Okay, got it.” XiaoYu’s motto for life was to lay low.

“Meow~” The tiny cat butted XiaoYu’s hand with its head. The fourth bowl was done. More, please. Tail swish.

“Pfft~ It’s clearly a greedy little kitty, but it’d mimic a puppy just to get you to please it.” The two humans were discussing something serious a moment before. With a headbutt, it scattered the solemn air. “However, it is the reason we had such great loot today. I’ll treat you to a banana boat.” Poor_Man snapped his fingers for an NPC waiter.

“Hehe. Thank you,” said XiaoYu as he scratched the small cat under the jaw. No matter if it could understand him or not, XiaoYu still talked to it as if he was coaxing a child, “This is the last one. No more.”

******

Meanwhile, the two aforementioned schemers from the Wings were currently drinking together in a room in a certain high-class hotel in Serica.

“What do you think of XiaoYu’s pet?” asked Glory.

“Just based on speed, it’s definitely an existence as great as a hacked add-on,” replied ZhuGe.

“Mn.” Glory had gone against that boss before. The feeling of those gold pieces bashing onto his head and body was fresh in his memory. Even the agile HereticKing he observed today was hit a few times. But that kitten? It actually snaked through the rain to grab the gold pieces without getting hurt. Practical pets were rare in this game and its A.I. was very sophisticated.

“But I don’t think the Heretic Demons brought XiaoYu along to the Ruins because of this pet. Not one member of that party was an average joe.” When they bumped into XiaoYu at the desert last time, he was being heavily guarded on an unknown mission that resulted in a server-wide announcement. That made ZhuGe think XiaoYu wasn’t just an ordinary healer.

“Yes. Either way, we have to keep observing.” A low-levelled newbie didn’t require the heads of the Heretic Demons, especially HereticKing who was renowned for minding his own business, to protect and stay around him. Glory was very curious just what kind of secrets XiaoYu was hiding.

It was fortunate ZhuGe didn’t spend too long sneaking around the grinding party before. He wasn’t around for when XiaoYu used his special buffs on the Knights. Because of that, XiaoYu’s hidden Job was still a secret to players outside of the higher-ups in the Heretic Demons.

Translator’s Note:

  1. Progress: The chapter title makes no sense in English as there’s no one word translation for it. It’s basically “things develop” or “things went on” in the sense of “the travel of crossing a river” etc.
  2. Ge: Suffix for brother.
  3. Hospital: In China, it’s considered (or portrayed to be) the common to go to the hospital for anytime you’re sick, even if it’s a mild fever or stomach ache.
  4. Bent knee: The accurate translation would be, “Chief, I worship you!”


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GC: Chapter 62

62. Something Important

XueQing’s teeth clenched hard. “So he only wanted to commit suicide over something trivial?” Her palm hit her forehead. “If you hadn’t been by his side. If you hadn’t stopped him, he would now be…” A slight tremor of fear went through her.

A dark cloud hovered over JingYuan’s eyes. He clenched his fist and said, “Perhaps this was the motive of the culprit.”

“They want HanHan to die?” XueQing said in a hate-filled voice. “Who would use such a poisonous scheme? This really would be a way to kill someone without getting blood on their hands. If yesterday’s incident hadn’t attracted your suspicions, we’d be blind and dumb to what happened, if something did happen to him!” At the thought, she couldn’t help but shiver hard with chills.

“According to your descriptions, his change occurred not long after I left on my trip,” JingYuan said with a nod.

“That’s right,” she replied. “It seems like that person intentionally picked a time when you’re not around. They must fear you, or maybe they thought something would happen to HanHan before you returned. They didn’t think he’d be stronger than they thought. Not only did he not go crazy, he also didn’t have a breakdown. He only learned to treasure what he has.

“As expected, not long after your return, you found it weird and ‘that person’ is now probably panicking,” said XueQing.

“No matter what, if our theories are true, I will make ‘that person’ pay the price!” JingYuan swore.

“Should we tell my parents about this?” XueQing asked.

“At the very least, not your mother. She loves HanHan so much that he’s her life. The thought of him suffering so much would surely make her collapse,” he said.

“You’re right,” XueQing said with a nod. “We can discuss this with my elder brother and father. One more in the know means one more to help us. The thought of such an existence would make me live in fear the whole time. Who knows just when they’d make their next move? It’s best we deal with this as early as possible. I think your theory is the most reasonable explanation.”

“I also came to you for something else important,” said JingYuan.

The sight of JingYuan’s solemn face made XueQing’s heart sank once more. Please, please don’t let it be bad news too. “What is it?” she asked.

“To calm HanHan down, I lied to him.”

Her eyes went wide. “You? Lie? When did you have the balls to do that? What about?”

“I said you liked Chen TianYang.” A peculiar red brushed JingYuan’s cheeks. “Yes. You love him a lot.”

XueQing wanted to jump up and at him immediately, but her legs were still limp from the shock before. “What are you babbling about?” she shouted. “Do you think he’s a fool? How would he not see through that?”

“That’s why I came looking for you,” JingYuan sternly replied. “We must line up our alibis and not make him suspicious.”

XueQing was startled. “Why so? Why must I help you lie to my brother?”

“Of course it’s for him. Have you forgotten why he wanted to kill himself?” he shot back.

“You mean…”

“I said our marriage was only a collaboration to agitate him and TianYang. We never planned on marrying. You like TianYang, but he’d never confess. You thought a fake marriage would push him to show his affections. Meanwhile, I love HanHan and want to use this marriage to test his feelings. That’s all,” JingYuan explained.

“You really know how to twist your words,” XueQing mumbled. “But this can wipe away the guilt he’d feel. Does he believe you?”

“From the looks of it, yes,” he answered with a nod. “He said it was a rotten plan.”

“It was indeed a rotten plan,” XueQing agreed. “Just who was so ignorant as to come up with that plan?”


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GC: Chapter 61

61. Psychological Traps

JingYuan closed his eyes at XueQing’s question. Through clenched teeth, he replied, “I asked. He said since we had an engagement, he didn’t want to be a homewrecker. He shouldn’t exist.”

XueQing was stunned. Tears dripped down her cheeks. “This silly boy. This silly goose. Why should he not exist? It’s all my fault. Why did I have to get married to you out of the blue? It nearly killed HanHan,” she mumbled.

“You didn’t know this would happen either,” he replied with a hand massaging his brows, “It’s not your fault. But have you not realised there might be something wrong with him mentally? Do you think a normal human would commit suicide over something like this? And in such a decisive manner as slashing his throat?”

  XueQing’s eyes went wide. “What do you mean?” she asked. “Are you saying he’s sick?”

There’s no doubt at all about JingYuan’s feelings for her younger brother. He’d protected HanHan for so many years. Everyone could tell. She knew that there was no one else, aside from the Bai family, who’d love her brother as much as JingYuan. More than anyone else, he would never wish for anything to go wrong with her brother. The slightest hint of cursing her brother would send him into a raging frenzy. If he’s the one saying something like that, it must mean he was rather certain of it. This realisation made her heart sink.

“It’s just my guess. I don’t wish for it to be true, but this was the result of my observations over these few hours. I suspect someone’s been insinuated something and planted some psychological traps his mind,” JingYuan said.

XueQing clenched hard at the couch’s arm. “Psychological traps?” she repeated through gritted teeth.

“That’s right. Psychological traps,” JingYuan replied with cold eyes. “On the way back, he was spaced out. Ignore the fact that him being terrified of his own follower being a suspicious incident, just think about his actions last night.”

“When HanHan snapped out of it,” he continued, “he did his very best to maintain distance with me. He acted all cold and alienating. I thought he was angry at me then, so I didn’t think too much on it. Then, in his panic, he thought the liquor was water and downed half a bottle. After he got drunk, he started muttering gibberish.

“He said he was very dirty. He even said he ‘couldn’t wash himself clean’. He constantly emphasised he’d be a good boy. He begged me not to leave him, even said I was a liar. I’d leave in over a year and never to return. After I leave, people will start hitting him, insulting him. I’d ignore it all. He even said he was dead. He wouldn’t bother me anymore. He wanted us both to fly off together.

“He described his ‘death’ in detail. He said he feinted to get a policeman to shoot him,” JingYuan explained. His fingers curled into a finger gun and pointed to his heart. “Bang.”

XueQing’s body flinched at the soft “bang”. Her nails dug deep into the couch’s arms.

“I felt just like you do back then. I was so upset that in my agitation, I gripped him hard. He didn’t even dare to dodge. He only whispered that it hurt. I wanted to open up his clothes to see if I’d hurt him, but he had a major reaction,” JingYuan said.

He took a deep breath and wiped his face with a hand. Only then could he continue his tale, “He screamed. He hid under the table and said to me, ‘Please don’t do this. Kill me.’”

When XueQing heard those words that rang hard of implications, her eyes went red. She looked like a witch in a dark and threatening forest. “He once told my mother he had a nightmare,” she said after a pause. “HanHan dreamed our entire family went bankrupt and we plummeted into poverty.”

JingYuan nodded. “Combined with this behaviour, I think the most likely scenario would be someone planting something into his psychology and vaguely described a horrible ‘future’. Whatever he described should be what he saw would happen in the ‘future’. The Bai family would go bankrupt. I’d leave and go far away. He’d…die a gruesome death. From how scared he was of that Feng Qun, that person should be part of the ‘future’ and that guy was definitely not part of the good side.

“HanHan might act arrogant and bossy, but he only acts like that in his familiar surroundings. He’s all soft putty when talking to strangers. He’s truly a coward. He only ‘grew up’ after seeing those terrifying scenes from the ‘future’. He learned how to cherish what he had. Perhaps he was part of the reason for those scary scenes. That’s why he thought he ‘shouldn’t exist’,” JingYuan mused.


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60. So Stupid

The man who drove that car might have been one of his sister’s admirer. Because XueQing never paid attention to him, his love turned into hate. He wanted to pull her down to hell with him. An utter and complete maniac. Chen TianYang just so happened to bump into YiHan’s sister that day. They were just greeting each other when that psycho drove straight at XueQing. She had her back to it. She didn’t see it, but TianYang was standing opposite her. The car was so fast that he only had enough time to push XueQing away while he himself was hit and thrown a few feet away by it. He was even ran over by a wheel. He died on the spot. His corpse was in an awful state. On the other hand, XueQing only had a few scrapes from when she was unbalanced by the push.

Yes. From the looks of it, TianYang absolutely, definitely love YiHan’s sister a whole heaping lot. If XueQing got together with him, she wouldn’t be mistreated. That is, if he doesn’t die. He must live to a ripe old age. Only then would he bring XueQing happiness.

And it’d be such a pity for a man like that to die. TianYang would be his brother-in-law. They’re a family. He can’t let anything happen to TianYang.

However, YiHan didn’t remember just when the incident happened anymore. All he knew was that it’d happen in September next year. He can’t just make his sister stay in the house throughout the whole of September without stepping a foot outside. A lot has changed in this life, like his relationship with JingYuan. If his sister got together with TianYang, who knew if that maniac would change his mind? Even if he didn’t, if XueQing holed up through September, the guy might wait until October, right? YiHan can’t make his sister stay at home her whole life just to avoid that crazy guy.

Aaah! He really was the most stupid person on earth. He knew something would happen, but he had no way of resolving it. Why was the one reborn him? If it was the clever JingYuan, or even Chen TianYang, they would surely have a way to solve this!

Why not just tell JingYuan about this and ask for his help? He’ll surely have a way, but then how would YiHan explain why he knew so many things from the future?

Should he tell JingYuan about his rebirth? Absolutely not! He died in such a horrible and dirty way. He cannot tell JingYuan. What should he do then? YiHan can’t just let things play out without doing a single thing when it’s about his sister’s happiness!

Aah! This was so frustrating! YiHan flopped onto his other side. His body slapped against the bed. He buried his head into his pillow and bashed his hands against the bed in annoyance.

***

The moment JingYuan reached the door to XueQing’s bedroom, his hand started knocking insistently. After a while, the door opened. With her hair a mess, XueQing glared at him with dead eyes. If he didn’t have a very good explanation, she would instantly drag him off to be slaughtered.

JingYuan calmly nodded to her and slid around her into her bedroom.

XueQing closed the door and, in a menacing tone, said, “You’d best give me a good reason for this. You should know that interrupting other’s, especially a woman’s, sleep is very wicked deed.”

JingYuan walked over to the small couch in the room and sat down. “HanHan woke up. While I was asleep, he attempted suicide,” he spat out.

A cold shiver ran through XueQing. She felt like she was going to have a mental breakdown at any moment. “What did you say?” she yelled. “How is he now? Why didn’t you call for the doctor?”

“If he wasn’t fine, do you think I’d be sitting here and talking to you? I stopped him. No need to worry,” JingYuan steadily replied.

“Just what happened?” she meekly asked, confusion laced in her words. She’d calmed down, but her legs were still wobbling from that bomb of a news. She stumbled over to the couch and sat down. “Why would he want to…kill himself?”

He turned at looked at her. Slowly, word by word, he said, “You all said he’s grown up, matured. I didn’t quite understand it in the first place, but I get it now after today. When he woke up, he took advantage of my sleep to shatter a wine bottle. With a glass shard, he aimed for his veins. There was real force behind the swing. While I found out in time and held him by the wrist, he was strong enough to pull my arm along to swipe at his neck. Luckily, I used all my strength back then. There’s only a thin shallow wound. Nothing major.”

“XueQing,” he continued. “I nearly had a heart attack from it. My heart stopped beating then.”

She could tell from JingYuan’s face that he was not exaggerating. He almost had a heart attack for sure. In truth, his calm descriptions were enough to make her heart go thumping wildly. Her forehead was covered in sweat. She could imagine just how frightened JingYuan who’d witnessed it all was. She brashly rubbed at her face. “Did you not ask him why he did that?” she asked, shocked.

Translator’s Note:

Here are the chapters! Hopefully everyone’s staying safe in the annual epidemic frenzy.


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Notice

Due to the Lunar New Year festivities + moving, all translations will be pushed back to next week. Apologies for the late notice as I’d thought I’d be able to get them out. As apology, there’ll be 3 chapters (each story) being updated next week. 1 for this week, 1 for next week and 1 as an apology.

Happy holidays to anyone and everyone celebrating around this time of year (looking at you, Australia)!

LC: Chapter 61

61. Intent

After their talk, XiaoYu and HereticKing decided to walk back to the little alley they first met in only to find out someone else beat them to it. A few unknown players were sitting together on the street…playing cards =_=.

Thus, they turned around. HereticKing pulled XiaoYu into the nearest motel and asked for a normal room.

The moment the door closed, XiaoYu was pushed back until he was stuck between the door and HereticKing. To be honest, XiaoYu still didn’t know what happened. However, he did know the other wasn’t feeling happy.

Frankly, HereticKing himself didn’t know why he was angry either. So even if he was the one who dragged XiaoYu all the way here, he didn’t know what to ask or to say. An intimidating sort of silence loomed between them.

“Um…did I do something wrong?” XiaoYu cautiously asked. His skin was prickling at how HereticKing was staring down at him at such a close distance.

“Why does Glory know your name?” They had been chatting on the party channel the entire time they were grinding at the Derelict Ruins. Even if ZhuGe was sneaking along next to them, he wouldn’t have heard anything they said. But the moment the words left HereticKing’s mouth, he regretted it. It was XiaoYu’s freedom to inform anyone of his real name. The rather jealous tone that question was asked in now sounded as if he was interrogating XiaoYu.

“Oh. We talked about names the last time we met in Serica, so I told him.”

“…” XiaoYu’s frank and straightforward answer made HereticKing feel dejected instead. Just what was he angry about?

“???” XiaoYu really didn’t get it. Was it because he didn’t tell HereticKing his full name first? “Um…Actually, you know my full name is Bai XiaoYu from the incident before we went to the ruins. Are you angry I told someone from Wings first?” he asked.

“No.” HereticKing drooped. He let down the arm held against the door. He instantly curled XiaoYu into his embrace, his chin resting on the tiny round hat on the other’s head. A soft sigh escaped his lips.

XiaoYu didn’t find it weird at all. He was probably used to being hugged now after so many times of being pulled into one.

“Were you worried about me?” XiaoYu asked.

“Yes, but I know you’re not a child either.”

“Okay. I’ll pay more attention.”

“Are you good friends with Glory and ZhuGe now?” HereticKing had to admit it. He did mind it. A little. Just a little.

“Yes, but…not really good friends.” XiaoYu had always been honest about his feelings. While he added Glory as a friend, the other man felt different in some way to the friends he made in the Heretic Demons. “We should just be normal friends. Erm…I can’t really name it. It sort of feels weird.”

“Weird?”

“I don’t know how to interact with them.” XiaoYu paused and thought about it. “That is,” he added, “I don’t know how I should continue the conversation with them.”

“Do you feel that there’s another meaning hiding within their words? To the point where you don’t even dare to answer without thinking hard?”

“Ah, yes! Just like that!” XiaoYu was so excited that he immediately looked up. As he did so, his head bashed into HereticKing’s jaw.

“Ouch.” The other man nearly bit his tongue off from that hit.

“Ah, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” HereticKing said.

 XiaoYu forced his restless head down again.

“Then…what about us?” HereticKing asked. “I mean, do you feel that strange feeling when talking to Poor_Man and me?”

“No,” XiaoYu replied without hesitation. He himself was shocked too that he didn’t have to think on that question for a single second.

“That’s good. Does that mean we’re good friends?”

“Not really.”

“Hm?” HereticKing was a little surprised at that answer. Were they only just average friends too?”

“You feel more like…family to me.” Rather than using good friends to describe the unconditional trust XiaoYu felt for the Heretic Demons, he felt like family was a better term. “I…I’m sorry. I might be overstepping myself to use that term for you.” XiaoYu felt like berating himself the moment he said that. His feelings seem rather one-sided.

“No. I’m honoured.” Rather than friends, family felt much more heart-warming. “That means you fully trust me?”

“Yes.” XiaoYu finally understood why he’d tell HereticKing and Poor_Man all about his pet and his secret job now. It’s because he could tell they were truly concerned about him and not just for some benefit he could provide.

“I will cherish this trust.” HereticKing vowed.

HereticKng had already thrown the Wings to the back of his mind. XiaoYu’s simple but honest words were a clear display of what he thought. Glory and ZhuGe didn’t hold as high a place in the other’s heart as he did.

It wasn’t a sign of how cunning HereticKing was. When talking about mind games, Glory’s ability to be the guild leader of one of the top three guilds in Asgard Online was proof that he’s not weak in schemes and in strength. However, the key to interacting with XiaoYu was not to use any schemes or tactics, but to use one’s heart.

From the moment HereticKing met XiaoYu, he’d been silently caring and protecting the other as if XiaoYu was a younger brother. There was no difference between how XiaoYu was treated before  and after he turned into a Bishop. There were no intentional attempts to curry favour. No extreme care and concern. An appropriate amount of personal space. All of these made XiaoYu feel at ease.

XiaoYu might be a naive blank piece of paper that was easily bullied most of the time, but the more reserved a person was on the outside, the more sensitive they were to whether the other was being truly kind or being a schemer. Perhaps he didn’t realise it consciously, but these feelings would affect his subconscious. He’d slowly grow to trust and rely on those who treated him well from the bottom of their hearts and gradually drift away from those whose true intents he couldn’t detect.

Still, HereticKing was in a tiny dilemma. He didn’t like watching XiaoYu being too friendly with other people. Particularly today when Glory acted like they were the best chums in the world. A wild fervour built into a swirling storm in his heart.  But he too realised he really like embracing XiaoYu. The teensy satisfaction from having an armful of XiaoYu pacified the storm, bit by bit. Faintly at the back of his mind, he even thought that it was even better if he could keep hugging the other like this forever.

HereticKing had never felt these two emotions before in his life, not even towards his older brother who raised from a child. How should he describe it? Possessiveness? Why would he be possessive of XiaoYu?

“Erm…” XiaoYu gently jabbed HereticKing, snapping the other out of his thoughts.

“What is it?”

“I’m hungry.” When Hunger levels reach over 80, the game would remind the player to eat via the simulating how it felt to be hungry.

“Hehe. True. I’ll treat you to a feast. What do you want?”

“Anything.” XiaoYu’s not picky anyway.

“Then, I’ll decide?”

“Yup.”

“Let’s go then.”

“You’re not angry now?”

“I was never angry with you.” Even if he was angry, HereticKing would be angry with himself for not know how to clean up this mess. XiaoYu didn’t do anything wrong.

“Oh.” While XiaoYu still had his doubts, he wasn’t the kind who liked excavating every single secret from another person. The most important matter at hand were his and the tiny cat’s bellies.

“Meow meow~” The kitten was starving too, but it was in a superb mood. It was its first time having its paws go wobbly on it from how hard they’d pounce at all the gold.

Translator’s Note:

Sorry for how late this was!


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GC: Chapter 59

59. Rotten Plan

“Yes. You guys. You and Chen TianYang,” JingYuan said with a nod. “I like you. Your sister likes TianYang, but that guy’s like a block of wood. You know that right While he appears to be quite into your sister, he’d never confessed. If he doesn’t confess, is he waiting for your sister, a girl, to confess then? So we came up with a plan. First, spread some fake news. If he really likes your sister, he’d start panicking. As for you, I didn’t know what you thought of me. I wanted to use this chance to test the waters. See if you cared for me in that way. In the end, you didn’t really seem to. I was so depressed these few days. Never would I have thought you were bluffing, I was dejected for so long over nothing.”

YiHan still found it strange. “From what I understand of my sister, she’s a girl who dares to love and to hate. If she really did love someone, she wouldn’t mind being the proactive one.”

“You don’t understand.” JingYuan cleared his throat. “Girls. No matter how strong and tough they usually are, when before someone they like, it’s almost certain they’ll change a little. Turn into someone they’re not.”

“That’s true,” YiHan said, nodding.

JingYuan secretly let out a sigh of relief.

“But then,” YiHan continued, still as curious and feeling slightly flabbergasted as ever. “Who thought of this plan? This is certainly a most rotten plan. If TianYang truly loved my sister, he’d think you two really do liked each other. He wouldn’t want to ruin it and would sadly give up. What will you do then? As for me…I too thought you were truly into each other. If I tried to make a move on you, I’d turn into that hated third-party, some mistress…”

JingYuan unhesitatingly flung the blame away from him. “Yes, you’re absolutely right. I was in such a hurry that I would do anything back then. That’s why I agreed to your sister’s rotten idea. Thank goodness for yesterday. Otherwise, the ending would be something none of us wanted. Come to think of it, I’m really afraid of what might happen now.”

Isn’t it so? YiHan thought with a pained smile. He thought back to the ending of this plan in his last life. This whole marriage was the source of his personality shift into a reckless, troublemaking idiot. One could say it was the spark that engulfed the Bai family’s business in flames. He’d turned into a gloomy and rash mess. He was acted in such an illogical manner that he offended a petty person. That resulted into him dying a horrible death. JingYuan left and never returned to the country. TianYang suffered a bad ending too. His sister ended up being an old spinster forever.

YiHan thought that was all his doing. Never would he have imagined the source for this tragedy being a weird laughable stinking plan.

JingYuan carefully observed the boy’s each and every reaction. YiHan must believe him now. “I’ll go see if your sister’s up yet. If she is, I’ll get her to come upstairs. In case you don’t believe me,” JingYuan said as he rose from the bed.

YiHan nodded in agreement while his mind wondered if he should be laughing or crying at that statement. Since when did the ever-stern Mu JingYuan turn into such a child who needed to prove himself right at every turn? However, this made him very mesmerising. That was for sure.

Still, Chen TianYang’s death was a serious issue. If he can’t live to a ripe old age, wouldn’t his sister end up on the same path as before then?

Just how did he die?

Right. He was hit by a car when saving his sister. He died a painful death. One of the most handsome men in the entire city was turned into a bundle of blood and flesh. No longer could his beauty be seen. His mother had fainted on the spot. She kept fainting throughout the funeral too. In just a few days, a proud and elegant mother had turned into a crazed, spacing out mess of a woman. The Chen family bore a major grudge against the Bai family because of this. They felt his sister killed their exceptional heir.

Translator’s Note:

Sorry for the late chapter! Was busy with real life. Who knew that a single bad dinner could ruin one’s whole day this much.


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