Ye Tong watched Xu Mu return to his room, especially his words "waiting for you," which made her expression slightly uneasy.
"It's exactly the same as the earrings you used to wear, sis?" Ye Yu couldn't help but exclaim as she looked at the golden earrings in the box.
Could it be that Xu Mu had truly turned over a new leaf?
Impossible!
She absolutely couldn’t be fooled by his act—he must have some ulterior motive.
Ye Yu pulled Ye Tong downstairs; she needed to have a heart-to-heart with her sister.
Xu Mu was the classic type—slapping you a hundred times before offering a single piece of candy.
Was she supposed to thank him for that?
Screw that!
...
Meanwhile, Xu Mu was already lying in bed, feeling slightly nervous.
He was still a young man at heart.
Before coming here, he had been a fresh graduate working an office job for just over a year, never even having had a girlfriend.
He was a traditional guy, the type who wouldn’t set foot in those frivolous, pleasure-seeking places.
"Right, I should do the lottery first," Xu Mu muttered to himself.
The roulette allowed one draw for every 100 points, and he now had over 200.
He needed to see what rewards he could get—these were his tools to stand against the protagonist.
Opening the system, Xu Mu stared at the panel before him and tapped his finger on the roulette.
The wheel began to spin, and the entire system lit up with a faint glow.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained 20 attribute points.]
Xu Mu checked their purpose and realized they could be allocated to his personal stats.
This was a fantastic reward—permanently enhancing his physique, something countless people dreamed of.
He reviewed his current attributes:
Strength: 9
Speed: 11
Endurance: 6
Defense: 7
Logically, he should invest in strength or speed.
With enough strength and speed, even the Dragon King wouldn’t stand a chance.
But remembering the ordeal he was about to face, Xu Mu silently allocated all the points to endurance, raising it to 26.
With each point added, he felt subtle changes in his body.
He tapped the roulette again for another draw.
The wheel spun rapidly before gradually slowing to a stop.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained a Master-level Piano Certification.]
Instantly, new memories flooded Xu Mu’s mind.
His fingers moved rhythmically through the air as if playing an invisible piano, the skill now ingrained like muscle memory.
"I’d have preferred strength," Xu Mu sighed.
Right now, his priority was surviving the Dragon King’s return.
Still, Ye Tong’s favorability had already turned positive, and from now on, every point of affection from her would be multiplied by eight.
There would be plenty more chances to draw rewards.
Besides, she was just one of the female leads—the Dragon King had many more.
Once he started farming favorability from them, wouldn’t he skyrocket?
Before long, the bedroom door opened.
Ye Tong saw Xu Mu already tucked under the covers, her face flushing slightly.
Even she couldn’t quite understand her own emotions at that moment.
Her sister’s words earlier had been spot-on.
Xu Mu had hurt her so many times—just because he gave her a piece of candy today, did that mean he’d changed?
Of course not.
She also knew what Xu Mu intended to do, but she couldn’t find a reason to refuse.
After all, she was his legally wedded wife.
Though they hadn’t held a wedding ceremony, they were officially married.
"You’re here. Let’s sleep," Xu Mu beckoned to her.
"Mm," Ye Tong nodded softly.
Xu Mu had watched a detective drama earlier, where the investigator caught the two troublemakers and unraveled the truth from there.
In the end, justice prevailed—a satisfying conclusion.
...
Ye Yu was filled with regret. She suddenly missed her own little den.
Why had she chosen to sleep in the neighboring room?
She couldn’t sleep. The noise was like construction work—utterly unbearable!
The next morning.
Xu Mu’s eyes snapped open, and he instinctively reached for his phone to check the time.
Only when he saw his phone—now a sleek tri-fold—did he remember.
Right. He had transmigrated.
No more rushing to clock in at work, terrified of being late and docked pay.
He glanced at Ye Tong, still asleep beside him, tear stains faintly visible at the corners of her eyes.
He figured his current endurance was more than enough for his wife.
If he needed more later, he could always upgrade.
If he drew more attribute points, he’d allocate them elsewhere.
Fine wine was enjoyable, but moderation was key.
Checking his justice points, he found they had increased by over 500.
Last night, he’d noticed Ye Tong’s favorability rising like a flowing stream.
But toward the end, it had dipped slightly.
Seemed like everything had its limits—push too hard, and it backfired.
Not wanting to disturb Ye Tong, Xu Mu quietly got up, dressed, and left the room.
Only after hearing the door open and close did Ye Tong finally open her eyes.
She’d been awake for a while but hadn’t dared to move with Xu Mu beside her.
She was afraid—afraid he’d pull her into another round.
Too intense.
By the early hours, she’d started getting annoyed.
Seriously, it was her first time!
...
After a quick wash, Xu Mu settled onto the living room sofa.
Thanks to last night’s efforts, he now had five more draws. Eager to strengthen himself, he immediately started spinning the roulette.
The wheel spun before stopping.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained 10 attribute points.]
Xu Mu frowned. Bad luck on the first try—yesterday, he’d gotten 20.
He drew again.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained 20 attribute points.]
Another spin.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained a Master Chef Certification.]
Xu Mu rolled his eyes. Why was he getting all these useless things?
He needed strength to survive!
No choice—he kept drawing.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained 50 attribute points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained a Storage Space.]
At this, Xu Mu froze.
Ignoring the attribute points for now, he inspected the storage space first.
Opening the system, he found a new "Inventory" tab. Tapping it revealed a transparent, virtual cabinet—about the size of a fridge, with no door.
Hesitating briefly, he stuffed a sofa cushion inside.
Closing the system, the cushion vanished.
When he reopened the inventory, the cushion was there—he pulled it back out.
"Now this is useful," Xu Mu mused, stroking his chin.
He could stash weapons in here for self-defense.
Even airport security wouldn’t detect them.
This round had netted him 80 attribute points in total. He began distributing them, first raising all his stats to 30—triple that of an average person.
The remaining 13 points went into speed.
Strength was tempting, but he knew the plot—the Dragon King was a martial artist.
No matter how strong he was, it meant nothing if he couldn’t land a hit.
Better to boost speed—if he couldn’t win, he could at least run.
With each point allocated, Xu Mu felt his body transforming.
It was like a purification—his muscles grew more defined, and the haziness in his vision cleared, as if he’d regained the sharpness of childhood.
He checked his updated stats:
Name: Xu Mu
Identity: Villainous Saint, HR Manager of Xu Corporation
Strength: 30
Speed: 43
Endurance: 30
Defense: 30
Skills: Master-level Pianist, Master Chef
Satisfied, Xu Mu nodded to himself.
At that moment, his phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he saw it was Xu Shou—his father.
According to the plot, Xu Shou was somewhat of a figure, though unfortunately saddled with a prodigal son.
When the Dragon King returned, after dealing with the antagonist Xu Mu, his sister would become part of the Dragon King’s harem.
In the end, Xu Shou would be left with nothing but a hollow title, while the Xu Corporation would fall entirely under the Dragon King’s control.
It would serve as a stepping stone for the Dragon King’s domination of Jiangbei’s business world.
But now that Xu Mu had become him, the Dragon King wouldn’t find it so easy to seize the family fortune.
"Dad, what’s up?" Xu Mu answered.
"Today’s Saturday—don’t forget to visit the Su Family. You’re on good terms with their son, aren’t you? Make sure you secure this deal for me," Xu Shou said on the other end. "Come to the company first. I need to brief you on a few things."
"Got it…"
As Xu Mu replied, he noticed Ye Tong coming downstairs.
She was gripping the railing, her legs trembling with each step.
When her eyes met his, there was a trace of resentment in her gaze.
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