Feng Yue Regretted It

Lin Yang's hand reached in, pushing the window open as he slowly climbed inside. "This window of yours is quite tricky to get through."

Feng Yue's delicate brows furrowed. "Mr. Lin, why break my window when there’s a perfectly good door?"

"I didn’t want anyone to know I was here."

Once inside, Lin Yang drew the curtains shut. "There shouldn’t be any cameras in here now, right?"

"Wh-what are you… planning to do?"

Feng Yue took a step back, her body tensing as she noticed the cold look in his eyes and the black gloves he now wore.

"I hate being lied to, yet people keep doing it," Lin Yang said calmly, advancing toward her.

Realizing the danger, Feng Yue immediately bolted for the door.

But Lin Yang seized her hair, yanking her backward with such force that she stumbled and fell.

He gripped her head and slammed it into the floor with a loud thud.

Feng Yue’s face scraped against the rough surface, peeling skin and drawing blood.

"Help—ugh!"

Before she could scream, Lin Yang drove his knee into her stomach.

Feng Yue gagged, spitting up blood as she collapsed, too weak to make a sound.

"Beautiful women get privileges from me, but you? You’re not one of them."

Lin Yang yanked her head up by the hair, studying her ruined face. "In my eyes, true beauties are pure. You? You’re filthy."

"Lin Yang…" Feng Yue sobbed, gasping through the pain. "What… did I ever do to you?"

Lin Yang leisurely pulled out his phone and played a recording he’d obtained from Xu Mu.

Hearing it, Feng Yue’s eyes widened in terror.

She never expected Xu Shou to have planted a bug on Chen Bei.

"Anything to say now? Conspiring with Qian Gang to trick me, then promising him nights with you as a reward?"

Lin Yang sneered. "I suppose sleeping with old men is how you got this far, huh?"

He’d once considered adding her to his harem, but now? The thought disgusted him.

He wasn’t desperate enough to take scraps left by other men.

"Even if I did sleep with them, what’s it to you?" Feng Yue spat through gritted teeth.

SLAP!

Lin Yang backhanded her without hesitation, splitting her lip and filling her mouth with blood.

As a mercenary, he’d encountered too many beautiful assassins.

If he showed mercy just because a woman was pretty, he’d have died long ago.

"Feng Yue, hand over the real documents."

"Never! Kill me if you dare!" she defied.

"‘If I dare’? Oh, I dare. You don’t even know what I used to do."

CRACK!

He twisted her shoulder with a single motion.

Feng Yue sucked in a sharp breath, her pretty face contorting in agony.

"I’ll dislocate every limb and feed you to the river."

As he spoke, he grabbed her other arm.

"No… please, no!"

Fear finally overtook her. She was just an ordinary woman—no match for a hardened mercenary like Lin Yang.

All she knew was that death meant losing everything. Staying alive meant a chance to turn things around.

"Tell me everything, and I’ll spare you. Lie again, and..."

Lin Yang stood calmly and walked to the wooden bar nearby. He placed his hand on it.

BOOM!

The entire structure shuddered, cracks spiderwebbing across it, nearly collapsing.

Feng Yue trembled. "Are you… one of those legendary ancient martial artists?"

"Not bad for a Feng Family bastard. You know a thing or two. But remember—cross me again, and death will be the least of your worries."

His tone dripped with arrogance.

Feng Yue hung her head, tears streaming. She couldn’t accept this.

One moment, she thought she’d outsmarted the Feng Family. The next, reality crushed her.

She regretted ever partnering with Lin Yang. Without him, she might’ve succeeded.

But soon, she realized something.

Not everyone was like Xu Mu, who’d loved her unconditionally.

Xu Mu had known she was using him, yet he’d stayed loyal.

She let out a bitter laugh. He was right—she was a monster.

Betraying the one who cared for her, siding with those who didn’t.

Damn it.

Damn it all.

She decided to find Xu Mu, to tell him she regretted everything.

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Meanwhile, Xu Mu and Ye Tong were already curled up in bed.

They listened to the audio from the phone, unable to see but vividly imagining the scene.

"So that’s the bar owner you used to visit often?" Ye Tong asked softly.

"Yeah. I only got close because I knew she’d planted spies in my company. I was investigating."

Xu Mu gave a white lie—the original "villain" Xu Mu was gone, and he’d never be that much of a fool.

[Affection +20]

"I misjudged you before… but it doesn’t matter."

Ye Tong wrapped her arms around his. "You’re the only family Ye Yu and I have. As long as you treat us well, I don’t care if you have other women."

Xu Mu blinked. "Wife, you…"

He was speechless. What kind of woman was this?

"Let’s not talk about it."

Ye Tong pressed her cheek against his arm, too embarrassed to admit the truth—Xu Mu was too vigorous, and she couldn’t keep up.

As someone with a people-pleasing nature, she felt guilty denying him. If he needed more, so be it.

"I’ll always cherish you. You’re my wife—no one’s taking you away."

Xu Mu held her close. If that "Dragon King" dared target Ye Tong, he’d pay with his life.

[Affection +20]

Ye Tong whispered, "It’s over, right? Turn it off. That woman… I almost feel sorry for her."

"Alright."

Xu Mu nodded. The phone auto-recorded anyway—he could review it tomorrow for intel.

One detail stuck out: Feng Yue was a Feng Family bastard.

Suddenly, Xu Mu’s expression shifted.

Ye Tong had been acting bolder lately.

With her "time of the month" slowing his Justice Points grind, he’d only saved up enough for ten system draws.

Ignoring her, he opened the system interface to roll.

Time was like water in a sponge—always something to squeeze out.

First, he checked his stats:

Name: Xu Mu

Role: Villain Saint, HR Manager of Xu Corporation

Realm: Dark Force (Early Stage)

Physique: 170

Spirit: 170

Cultivation Points: 60/200

Fate Energy: 40

Xu Mu frowned. Turning Feng Yue—a key heroine—against Lin Yang should’ve drained Lin Yang’s Fate Energy.

Yet his own hadn’t increased. Did he need to confront Lin Yang directly to steal it?

He couldn't be bothered to worry about it anymore—time to try his luck with the draw.

He initiated a ten-round spin, and the lottery wheel began to turn.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, you’ve obtained 20 cultivation points.]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, you’ve obtained a Tier-3 Self-Healing Pill.]

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