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 Song Yu shuddered inexplicably.

He finally understood where the strange feeling he had when he met Shen Yize a couple of days ago came from—it wasn't like ordinary anger, but rather that this appearance made it more real.

But none of these were the most important things right now.

Song Yu had been living in fear for several days, and now the most suspicious person was standing in front of him.

He definitely had to ask clearly.

Why... did he treat him like that? He

forcefully got off Shang Linchu's lap, and thinking about the confrontation with Shen Yize that was about to take place, Song Yu's heart pounded uncontrollably, and his face quickly turned red.

Shang Linchi also got up: "I'll go with you."

The one who could be so perverted was most likely Shen Yize. Ignoring the soft feeling that had disappeared from his lap, Shang Linchu got out of the car with a cold face.

When Song Yu told him those things just now, he felt angry, but at the same time, some strange and crazy emotions also surged up. For example, was Song Yu's mouth really shallow, unable to even cover a finger; would he look alluring and obedient with cat ears on?

Shen Yize had done all the things he hadn't dared to do yet.

He'd even brought the cat-ear outfit.

Thinking of this, Shang Linchu's expression grew even colder. Having

someone nearby gave him some confidence. Song Yu didn't refuse, but the thought of Shang Linchu overhearing their conversation made him inexplicably ashamed.

He had a feeling Shen Yize would say something strange; he could tolerate hearing it himself, but he couldn't imagine the awkwardness of having a third person present.

Song Yu's cheeks began to flush. Almost as soon as he got out of the car, he felt a direct gaze on him from across the street. Shen Yize

no longer pretended; his slightly cold eyes gleamed with icy intent, making him seem unapproachable. He didn't even glance at the man behind Song Yu: "I only want to talk to you."

Song Yu opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Shang Linchu spoke up: "At a time like this, you still want to be alone with Xiao Yu?"

Perhaps because the word "Xiao Yu" was deliberately emphasized, Shen Yize's expression cracked: "Aren't your bodyguards all nearby? There's nothing I can do."

"But there are some things I only want to say to Xiao Yu."

A cold smile appeared on Shang Linchu's lips: "You wish."

Song Yu also sensed the extremely tense atmosphere. Especially since 009 had told him that the progress bar had increased.

[In the original plot, the first and second attackers were jealous of the protagonist, but now it's for you, which is still in line with the plot.]

[However, you need to separate the two of you; according to testing, there is an 80% probability that they will fight.]

"..."

After this commotion, Song Yu's surprised and tense emotions eased a lot. He looked around and saw that many passersby were looking at them.

Song Yu thought about it and felt that Shen Yize couldn't do anything in broad daylight, so he agreed to talk to him alone.

Shang Linchu remained expressionless. He noticed Song Yu's exposed skin was slightly sunburned, and without further ado, he led his bodyguards upstairs with the two.

The driver was completely bewildered, utterly confused by the unfolding events.

"I like giving my lover and my destined wife the air-conditioned room on a sweltering day?"

He didn't understand rich people.

*

Song Yu hadn't locked the door, and a group of bodyguards surrounded him.

He maintained a distance from Shen Yize before frowning: "Was it you that night?"

Shen Yize stared at the ashamed face: "Yes."

The man's honesty stunned Song Yu. He had already rehearsed the scenario several times in his mind: if Shen Yize didn't admit it, he would present the evidence and see what the other had to say.

This easy admission completely disrupted Song Yu's questioning process. His eyes became dull, his face a little blank, making him seem even more provocative.

Shen Yize stared at him without speaking.

Those light-colored eyes were like beautiful glass beads.

"Why...why did you do this? Why did you bully me like this..." Song Yu thought of that night, being held in the man's arms in such a lewd way, his eyes gradually burning, his nose stinging, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "You stole my underwear too, didn't you?"

Shen Yize hummed in agreement, but this time his voice was clearly disordered.

He had made Song Yu cry; he was going to be hated.

He...didn't want this.

"I understand."

Because he was the protagonist, Song Yu didn't want to call the police and ruin the plot, but he also didn't want to see this person again.

So gentle to him on the surface, yet so terrifying behind his back.

Song Yu's nose turned red, his voice both delicate and angry: "I...I never want to see you again..."

Shen Yize's face stiffened, as if the blood in his heart had stopped flowing.

After a long while, he slowly spoke: "Why don't you want me?"

Song Yu looked up in surprise, his eyes still misty.

"Didn't you like me? Why don't you continue to like me?" Shen Yize's voice was low and soft, as if he were talking to himself. "I...want to kiss you."

Song Yu's eyes widened, and he instantly held back his tears.

He was incredulous: "...What?"

"I want to kiss you, Xiao Yu." Shen Yize's expression suddenly softened. "You've been kissed by Tan Yue, and by Zhao Ran and Shang Linchu. You even wore a skirt for them, didn't you?"

"Only me, you hardly ever pay attention to me."

"You rarely even smile at me."

Song Yu frowned when he heard the first sentence, but he quickly realized that the other's tone and emotions had clearly changed.

He looked up and saw an indescribable sadness in Shen Yize's expression.

Song Yu was stunned.

He didn't know what to say. He

probably said something too harsh and hurt him.

But...Shen Yize had bullied him first.

Despite thinking this, Song Yu didn't dare to speak again. Heavy, messy footsteps came from the doorway, as if deliberately trying to get him to hear.

"You won't see me again, will you?"

Shen Yize asked.

Song Yu pursed his lips, unsure what to say, and finally hummed in agreement.

Shen Yize froze; this time, he couldn't regain his composure. After a moment, he reached into his pocket and took out a card: "This is a scholarship. Don't work anymore, and don't worry about your brother anymore. Take this money and go to school."

Song Yu didn't take it, but he didn't dare refuse.

He had a feeling that if he refused even this, Shen Yize might go crazy.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Shen Yize placed the card on the table and left.

After he left, Shang Linchu came in, and after confirming that Song Yu was alright, he didn't linger, telling him to get some rest before leaving.

Song Yu was indeed tired.

His feelings towards Shen Yize were complex, or perhaps Shen Yize himself was a complex person with both a hypocritical and a genuine side.

But just now, Shen Yize seemed to have stopped hiding himself.

Song Yu slowly opened the drawer. Inside was a locked box, and Shang Linchu's bracelet was inside.

Even if he returned these things, Shen Yize wouldn't want them, so he could only leave them there.

Song Yu put the card in as well and locked it.

He didn't go out again after that.

Having confirmed the pervert's identity, Song Yu slept soundly this time.

When he woke up, he glanced at his phone. His supervisor had messaged him, saying he didn't need to come to work for the next few days; the boss had given him paid leave.

It was probably to let him decide whether to continue his studies.

Song Yu replied "Okay," put down his phone, and went out to wash up. The door next door was open, and Zhao Ran stood in the doorway: "Are you awake? My dinner is almost ready."

"Mm."

Having slept enough and then having dinner, Song Yu's mood improved considerably.

He washed his face and naturally sat down at the table, waiting for Zhao Ran to serve him rice.

Wait, why did he need Zhao Ran to serve him rice?

If this continues, will he soon be feeding her...?

Zhao Ran saw Song Yu slumped over the table, her face scrunched up as if deep in thought. He tentatively called out, "Xiao Yu?"

He heard Song Yu's awkward voice: "I don't want you to feed me."

Zhao Ran paused.

Song Yu realized what she'd said immediately, her cheeks burning red, but she pretended not to notice and picked up the bowl.

While picking up food, she secretly glanced at Zhao Ran.

Seeing that his expression was normal, she breathed a sigh of relief.

After they finished dinner together, Zhao Ran, unusually, didn't immediately get up to clean up. He took out his phone, opened the photo album, and handed it to Song Yu.

Song Yu glanced at it; it was a large living room, nicely decorated, with a large sofa and TV.

"I'm planning to rent this place; we'll sign the contract soon." Zhao Ran hesitated, ultimately not daring to let Song Yu move in with him. He simply asked Song Yu if she liked the apartment.

Song Yu stared at it for a while: "The sofa looks a bit hard."

Zhao Ran noted it down, remained silent for a long time, his neck turning red, before daring to speak: "Are you moving in?"

Song Yu initially thought he was looking for a roommate to split the rent, but when he saw the man's uncomfortable expression, he suddenly understood.

He didn't answer, only saying that he'd been a bit busy lately. Zhao Ran felt a little disappointed, but didn't say anything more.

After Song Yu returned to his room, he lay on his pillow for a while before asking 009: "I feel..."

009 had already sensed that something was wrong with its host: "What's wrong, host?"

Song Yu: "Nothing."

Zhao Ran was very, very good to him, Song Yu could feel it.

Today, when Zhao Ran asked if he wanted to move into the new house together, he almost agreed.

But then Song Ming was coming to see him. He himself was being chased by debt collectors, and he couldn't ruin Zhao Ran's future life.

A sense of disappointment quickly swept through his heart, Song Yu didn't know if it was for the impending displacement or for not being able to see someone who made him feel comfortable.

009 comforted him: "Don't worry, you won't be that bad.

You will definitely be fine.

Because every fragment of the God of War loves you passionately."

*

Song Yu was the kind of person who forgot easily, especially when he was angry or sad.

Temporary sadness at night didn't affect his sleep quality, and he would even feel happy after a good night's sleep.

He slept until noon, ate a little something, and went out to buy a gift for Zhao Ran.

He only kept enough for his living expenses for the next two days, and used the rest of the money to buy clothes for her.

The mall was a bit far away, and it was almost dark when he got home. Song Yu even got a resignation letter at the print shop, planning to put the clothes at home before going to the bar to resign.

However, when he got home, two people suddenly stood at the door.

A man and a woman, both with disheveled clothes and hair, and a pungent smell, were squatting in a corner smoking.

When the man saw someone coming, he looked up at Song Yu and immediately showed a surprised expression: "Brother!"

Song Yu: "?"

He couldn't help but complain to 009: "Is this my brother Song Ming?" 009

: [Although he looks a lot like your uncle, he is indeed your younger brother.]

Hmm... It's impolite to mock someone's appearance.

Song Yu thought for a moment, then feigned surprise: "Song Ming."

From the moment he saw Song Yu, Song Ming couldn't help but be amazed. His brother, who looked sickly and timid, now looked stunning and radiant, with fair and rosy skin, smooth and soft, and his clothes were clean.

He didn't look like a debt collector struggling to make ends meet at all, but rather like a pampered young master.

Looking down at his clothes and shoes that he hadn't had time to change after running away for several days, Song Ming felt a great sense of imbalance, but for the time being, he still needed Song Yu as his scapegoat, so he hid his inner thoughts and put on a show of brotherly affection: "Brother, those debt collectors are about to catch up! They'll be here soon. Achi and I have been hiding for several days before we finally found you."

As Song Ming spoke, he walked towards Song Yu. The strong smell assaulted Song Yu's nostrils, and he subconsciously frowned and took two steps back.

Song Ming paused.

What was going on? He vaguely saw a look of disgust on his brother's face.

009, sensing the character's emotions, immediately reminded him: [Host, pay attention to your expression.]

Despite this, Song Yu still didn't want the other to touch him. He pretended to be flustered: "Then what are you and Achi going to do now?"

Achi was the girl next to Song Ming. The girl looked young, with dry, yellowish hair and heavy makeup. She skillfully stubbed out her cigarette and glanced at Song Yu: "Little brother, do you have money?"

Song Yu was very glad that he had spent all his salary and shook his head.

Achi scoffed unhappily.

Gamblers are addicted; don't try to change them. Song Yu remembered his grandmother saying this to him, so he had no sympathy for Song Ming and Achi: "Then what do we do now?"

Song Ming: "Brother, open the door first, let's go in and talk."

"...Okay." Song Yu reluctantly opened the door, praying that these two wouldn't sleep in his bed.

After the two came in, they looked around and quickly found the locked box in the drawer. Song Ming's eyes lit up at the thought of money: "Brother, what's this?"

"Some things from when we were kids." Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him put them down.

The original story didn't specify the exact time Song Ming came to find him, so Song Yu didn't even have time to hide these valuables.

He was still wondering why the debt collectors hadn't arrived yet, when Song Ming started urging Achi to pack his clothes.

“Brother, they’ll catch up soon. I’m afraid they’ll get you in trouble. Come with us! Hurry up and pack your things.”

Song Yu was stunned.

Was this the original plot? He remembered that the creditor brought a bunch of people here, wanting to break Song Ming’s arm, and he had no choice but to beg them.

009: [Host, the plot has deviated, but given your character, you cannot refuse Song Ming at this time.]

Song Yu pursed his lips and finally nodded.

Seeing that he didn’t move for a long time, Song Ming urged him to pack his clothes. Song Yu suddenly said, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Song Ming said irritably, “Go quickly!”

Taking advantage of the two not paying attention, Song Yu quietly took a key, picked up the bag, and went next door.

He put the bag of clothes on Zhao Ran’s table and stared at the big Shiba Inu on the bed for a while.

Looking around, he only realized when he was about to leave that many of the things here were bought by Zhao Ran for him.

It seemed that they had long exceeded the scope of ordinary neighbors.

*

Song Yu followed the two downstairs. It was already dark. He remembered he hadn't given his resignation letter to the supervisor, so he took out his phone to contact him, but Song Ming interrupted him: "Let's go, bro."

Song Yu had no choice but to put down his phone and sit in the back.

Song Ming had found a van. The driver drove silently along the north-facing road. Song Yu stared out the window and began to doze off, unaware of the glances from Song Ming and A-Chi.

...

When he woke up, the van had already stopped.

Everyone had gotten out of the van, and Song Yu immediately woke up, grabbing his backpack and preparing to get out, when he heard Song Ming say to a man in a black suit standing outside: "Um, the person has been brought. May I ask about Mr. Zhou's money..."

The man replied, "Sir needs to confirm."

Song Yu's lips turned pale. Even if he was slow-witted, he roughly understood the situation—Song Ming had kidnapped him to someone.

Thinking of this, Song Yu's face turned ashen.

009: [Host, don't be afraid. You are currently outside a villa, which belongs to Zhou Qize. He is the protagonist's business rival and probably wants to use you to threaten him.] "

Please calm down. If anything threatens your safety, I will handle it for you."

009's voice was reassuring, and Song Yu loosened his grip on his backpack slightly.

The men outside the car quickly noticed that Song Yu was awake. Seeing that they were about to get the money, Song Ming dropped his pretense and gruffly told Song Yu to get out of the car.

The bodyguard next to him assumed the two brothers looked alike, but the next second a boy with fair skin and indescribably beautiful features got out.

Small-framed with slender wrists, he looked frail and pitiful.

No wonder even the usually aloof Shang Linchu had fallen for him.

"Brother, don't blame me, it's because you're valuable. I never thought you could hook up with a big shot while I was suffering outside." After Song Ming finished speaking, the bodyguard next to him glanced at him with a contemptuous expression.

Betraying even his own brother, what a scoundrel.

Song Yu ignored him, simply telling the several tall bodyguards, "I'll walk myself."

Seeing his condition, the bodyguards knew he couldn't escape, and besides, they dared not touch him for fear of injuring him. They pointed Song Yu in a direction and followed behind.

Song Ming followed, but was stopped. The bodyguards said Mr. Zhou didn't like unauthorized personnel and told him to wait there.

In the summer, there were many mosquitoes around the villa. Song Ming was covered in bites after standing there for only a short while. He wanted to go back to his car, but it had been driven away sometime earlier.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue waiting.

*

The villa was decorated in a classic and elegant style, with a light fragrance burning everywhere.

It was clear the owner had good taste.

Song Yu had no interest in these things and was uneasily led into the living room by the bodyguards. Soon, he heard someone call out "Mr. Zhou," and then a man came down from the second floor.

The man was in his early thirties, handsome and mature, and looked at Song Yu with interest.

Song Yu pursed his lips, staring at his toes.

"Are you one of Shang Linchu's men?" Zhou Qi stared at him, his eyes sharp, though his aura wasn't as strong as Shang Linchu's. "I heard he even had surgery."

Song Yu was taken aback, trying to keep his voice calm: "What surgery?"

Zhou Qi narrowed his eyes.

He was handsome and had a pleasant voice.

He stared at Song Yu, seemingly lost in thought, then suddenly said, "Looks like he hasn't succeeded yet."

W-what?

Song Yu's shoulders trembled.

"He was using crutches before because he was shot in the right foot." Zhou Qi didn't know that after finding Shang Linchu's weakness, he hadn't immediately threatened him, but patiently explained some useless things to him. "That leg can only be treated conservatively; there's only a 50% success rate in surgically removing the bullet casing."

Song Yu: "Then why..."

"I guess he might have met someone he cares about. After all, nobody wants to be a cripple in front of someone they like." Zhou Qi lifted his eyelids and suddenly reached out to Song Yu, who was still lost in thought. "Okay, I'm done explaining, Little Cat, do you have a phone?"

Song Yu was a little resistant to being called that.

But he wasn't in a position to lose his temper, so he obediently took his phone out of his bag, unlocked it, and handed it to Zhou Qize.

Zhou Qize stared at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He seemed timid, but at least he knew to unlock his phone.

He took the phone, his gaze lingering on Song Yu's pink fingers for a moment before moving to the screen.

"Quite a few people are looking for you." After saying that, Zhou Qize opened his contacts, scrolling through the pitifully few contacts. "What did you call Shang Linchu?"

Song Yu whispered, "Creditor. "

Zhou Qize chuckled softly.

Soon, the call connected.

The man on the other end sounded somewhat cheerful: "Xiao Yu?"

"Your Xiao Yu is in my villa right now." Zhou Qize didn't waste any more words. "You know what I want."

Shang Linchu was silent for a few seconds, then decisively said, "The land is yours. Which villa is Song Yu in?"

Zhou Qize raised an eyebrow but didn't speak. "I also want to keep him here for two more days."

He then hung up the phone without returning it.

For the next few days, Song Yu wasn't mistreated. He was put in a hotel suite, a sea-view room with floor-to-ceiling windows. Food was delivered daily.

Aside from not knowing much about the outside world, Song Yu was surprisingly comfortable.

The progress bar had even reached 90%.

Song Yu: "..."

He should have just found a hotel to hide in and let the plot develop freely.

009 gave a brief description of the situation outside: basically, the main characters met every day, and they would fight as soon as they met, then each would start searching for him.

Song Yu nodded and asked: [Where's Zhao Ran?]

009: [He's nearby.]

Song Yu was taken aback.

009: [One of the waitresses at this hotel is his coworker's wife.]

Song Yu hadn't expected everyone to be searching for him in their own ways.

Staying here wasn't a solution; there was still 10% of the progress left. He needed to find Song Ming, plead for him, and then wait for the protagonist to grow stronger.

Song Ming was currently at the police station, personally sent there by Shang Linchu.

009: [Song Ming deserved his punishment, but we need to leave now. If we deviate from the plot any further, you'll be punished.]

Song Yu wanted to leave too, but his thin arms and legs were no match for the group of bodyguards outside.

He hesitated like this until evening when 009 suddenly said it was time.

Song Yu shrank back in fright.

The last time he was punished was when he was pregnant as an Alpha.

The pheromone effects weren't painful.

He wondered what it would be this time; would it shock him?

Before Song Yu could ask 009, several bodyguards entered the room, telling him to come downstairs.

Song Yu obediently walked to the hotel lobby, then suddenly stopped: "I need to use the restroom."

Several bodyguards looked at him.

Song Yu pursed his lips, softening his voice: "Just for a moment, please..."

His soft voice made it impossible for them to refuse.

Perhaps they trusted Song Yu too much, only one bodyguard stood guard at the door. Song Yu hid in the restroom, looking around.

There was a window.

Song Yu turned back, wanting to close the door, but then smiled at the bodyguard next to him.

The bodyguard immediately looked away.

After closing the door, Song Yu didn't waste any more time. He immediately had 009 give him a tool, easily removed the security window, and hung it back up.

As night fell, he ran to the corner, avoiding the several black cars parked at the entrance, changed direction, and desperately ran towards the main road with cars.

He needed to hurry, but the more panicked he became, the more lost he got, and his legs began to weaken.

Until he couldn't run anymore, he hid in a dimly lit alley, hearing chaotic footsteps not far away.

They caught up so quickly...

Song Yu pursed his lips, his whole body trembling with nervousness. Just as he was looking around for a trash can, he was suddenly pulled tightly around the waist.

His mouth was also covered.

"Ugh..."

Song Yu's legs went weak this time, and tears were about to well up in his eyes when a familiar voice suddenly came from beside him .

"Don't be afraid."

"It's me, it's okay... Xiao Yu." It was

Zhao Ran's voice.

Song Yu instantly relaxed and leaned against the man's chest. The two pressed against the wall, and soon they heard the footsteps fading away.

Only when they could no longer hear the footsteps did Zhao Ran release him.

He wanted to hold Song Yu's hand, but feeling that the other person had no strength, he simply carried him on his back.

Just as he had imagined, Song Yu was very light and his body was limp.

Zhao Ran's heart was racing, and he reminded himself not to overthink things.

He had quit his job and driven out to find Song Yu. He didn't know what had happened to Song Yu, but there was definitely danger involved, so he wanted to get Song Yu away from here first.

Just as he was about to carry him to the car, Zhao Ran stopped, his whole body stiffening.

The person on his back was rubbing their burning face against his neck, soft and wet, even their breath was rapid and sweet.

He turned around and, by the moonlight, saw Song Yu's flushed face.

There was some pain in their expression.

But more than that, it was an expression he had never seen on Song Yu's face before.

It was like seduction, even every breath they exhaled was the most lethal aphrodisiac.

It wasn't Zhao Ran who was drugged, but Song Yu.

A few seconds earlier, 009 had suddenly sounded in his mind.

[Host, punishment begins, aphrodisiac in effect.]

[Due to your body's extreme sensitivity, some pain will be shielded, but at the same time—]

[Your body's sensitivity will be three times higher than usual.

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