Crazy

Mission Reward: Sincerity Begets Blessings!

The sudden task that flashed in Li Ming's mind forced him to swallow the refusal he was about to voice.

Not this again! Every time a situation like this arose, the system would intervene, compelling him to accept—and the penalties for failing were always severe. This time, it threatened to cut off all his social connections and turn everyone against him. It was clearly targeting his weakness, coercing him into submission.

While Li Ming seethed silently at the system's punishments and manipulations, Yang Yang, hearing no objection from him, assumed his silence meant consent and had already submerged herself in the water.

"Dr. Yang..."

Before Li Ming could finish, Yang Yang didn’t give him a chance to speak...

Dong Wentao, stationed at the stairwell, was far from Li Ming's room, but in the quiet corridor...

He exchanged a glance with the fellow prison guard on duty, both lowering their heads in reluctant resignation. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through their old class group chat—57 members in total. Yet he distinctly remembered their class had 58. The only one missing was Li Ming.

Skimming the chat logs, some classmates were venting about their exploitative bosses, others bragging about their prestigious careers, and a few were thriving as entrepreneurs.

Dong Wentao desperately wanted to ask in the group: "Do you all remember Li Ming? The invisible heartthrob of our class? Now he’s the prison warden—and at this very moment, in the room next to me, he’s with the woman I’ve longed for but could never have... And... AND he’s got me standing guard for him! Can you believe it?!"

He roared inwardly, but his fingers remained frozen over the screen.

Why? Because the man in that room wasn’t him. Because Li Ming was the warden.

He was just a lowly prison guard, likely stuck in this prison for life. If he dared disrupt Li Ming’s... enjoyment, and word got back to Warden Huang Feihu, his career would be over before it even began.

This job—decent, respectable—was something he’d pulled strings to secure. He wouldn’t throw away his future so recklessly.

Gritting his teeth, Dong Wentao pocketed his phone. Without a word, he and the other guard retreated into separate rooms.

Much later...

Li Ming examined the rewards from his completed mission.

"Ahem... You’ve worked hard, Dr. Yang," Li Ming said coolly, though reflecting on their earlier frenzy, he felt a twinge of guilt toward her.

"My efforts are nothing, as long as you’re satisfied, Warden Li." Yang Yang stretched lazily, savoring the afterglow.

"Satisfied? Of course I am."

Li Ming felt invigorated, his mind sharper than ever. The alcohol from the afternoon had long burned away during their... vigorous activities. He had to admit, Huang Feihu knew exactly how to play people.

Sending a woman his way without fanfare—even Li Ming had fallen for it. Of course, Yang Yang’s status, figure, and looks played no small part. Most men wouldn’t have stood a chance.

"Dr. Yang, there’s no one else here. No need for formalities—just call me Li Ming." He sat beside her with a faint smile.

"Alright then, Li Ming! Don’t mind if I do!" She shifted slightly, making room for him.

"What about Keyan? Is she settled?" Li Ming suddenly remembered Wang Keyan, the woman he’d brought along. He wondered if she’d heard Yang Yang’s... enthusiastic contributions earlier.

"Don’t worry. She’s asleep in my room on the top floor. No one can get up there except me—safe and sound, and completely unaware of any... noise." Yang Yang gave him a knowing smile.

"Good. But... I’m curious. Why are you so... obedient to Huang Feihu? If it’s too personal, forget I asked."

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