The Night of Infinite Madness (22)

"Who do you think you're looking down on?" Little Wei couldn't help but laugh.

It's just a male lead—how much trouble could he possibly stir up?

Si: "..."

This really had nothing to do with looking down on anyone, but before Si could explain the situation clearly, Little Wei had already taken action.

She couldn’t be bothered to waste words on some greasy guy.

But before her attack could land on Xu Yichen, thunderclouds rolled across the sky, the deafening booms startling Little Wei so badly she nearly fell to the ground.

What the hell?!

What’s going on?

Little Wei’s legs trembled slightly from the scare.

Even Xu Yichen couldn’t help but glance up at the sky, taking a few nervous steps back.

In the past, he wouldn’t have been afraid of thunder and lightning, but now, in his soul state, such things naturally terrified him.

And this wasn’t just any thunder—it was a heavenly tribulation.

"Xi Xi, I’m out of here." Before Little Wei could say anything, Xu Yichen bolted without hesitation.

He ran faster than she’d ever seen anyone move.

Little Wei: "..."

Damn it!

"Si, what the hell was that just now?" Little Wei asked, still shaken.

"You should be able to guess," Si replied. She wanted to tell Little Wei that Xu Yichen was the male lead, but saying so would be against the rules.

Little Wei pressed her lips together. "He’s the male lead?"

That didn’t make sense—Yan Chen had never been like this before.

Based on past experience, she should’ve been able to attack Xu Yichen without any issues today.

"I can’t say."

"So that’s it. I can’t touch him? Then what was all that earlier about?"

Little Wei was getting a headache.

"You could think of it that way. This world hasn’t produced anyone capable of replacing the male and female leads yet, so... you can’t lay a hand on Xu Yichen."

There’s such a rule?

Little Wei was beyond exasperated.

"So what am I supposed to do? Just conjure up a new one for this world?"

"Hmm? That’s actually not a bad idea," Si said.

Little Wei: ???

This was just bullying her at this point.

She was tempted to curse. Who knew this world’s mechanics would be so convoluted?

"Where the hell am I supposed to find a new male or female lead?" Little Wei was at a loss.

And this was a special world—there was no guarantee the male lead would even be human.

Was she supposed to go up a mountain and drag some Taoist priest into this?

Who knew if he’d even want a girlfriend?

"You can nurture one. Sometimes, the female lead isn’t someone the world naturally produces. You know your own abilities—creating a protagonist with cheat-like advantages shouldn’t be a problem. Good luck."

Little Wei almost blurted out: Screw this, I want a refund!

If this was how things were going to be, she might as well just die.

But as for the female lead...

"What about Jiang Chu?" Little Wei could only think of her as a decent candidate.

The ghosts she knew were all too ugly.

Plus, female ghosts rarely made for good romance protagonists—readers would never accept it.

"Sure, her looks are more than enough," Si agreed.

Jiang Chu was truly beautiful—fair-skinned, with a soft, round face like a sticky rice dumpling, the kind that made people want to protect her.

Though in Little Wei’s eyes, Jiang Chu was more of a motherly figure.

But given the circumstances, she had no choice.

First, she’d have to make a trip to the Zhao family, then focus on grooming Jiang Chu.

Since she couldn’t communicate with Zhao Xi, finding the Zhao residence turned out to be a painstaking ordeal.

"Next time we meet, I won’t bother with the male lead—he’s too much of a coward. If I go after the female lead instead, that shouldn’t be a problem, right?"

Si: "..."

"In this world, the male lead is the core. The female lead... you could try, but logically speaking, the more you bully her, the stronger she’ll become."

Little Wei smirked at that.

She’d never let a threat grow unchecked.

And she recognized the male lead’s trick—he was siphoning Zhao Xi’s life energy.

Little Wei could hardly believe this was supposed to be a normal romance novel.

"How the hell does a relationship like that last until the end?" She was starting to question reality.

"Based on speculation, the female lead probably gets pregnant with the male lead’s child," Si mused, stroking her chin.

"Then she just raises the kid, no need to fight or do anything else—the male lead protects her. What a sweet love story."

Little Wei: "..."

What kind of garbage romance is this?

She nearly laughed out loud.

"Whatever, I don’t care anymore." Little Wei looked down at the Zhao family’s villa.

Zhao Xi’s family was quite wealthy, which didn’t exactly fit the typical female lead archetype.

"I’m telling you, I never want to see that wretched girl again. She better stay away for the rest of her life!" A furious voice rang out from inside.

Now this piqued Little Wei’s interest. She slipped through the wall—an oddly fascinating sensation, since no one could see her.

Inside stood a noblewoman in her fifties or sixties, dressed flamboyantly like a brothel madam, her makeup overly thick and gaudy.

On the sofa sat a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair—clearly Zhao’s Father, a businessman.

"I think... since the girl’s grown up now, maybe we could give her an apartment?" Zhao’s Father suggested hesitantly.

It was obvious he was afraid of his wife.

"Absolutely not! Why should she get anything? What does a girl need with property? And back when I treated her well, she never showed me an ounce of gratitude!" The noblewoman was determined to keep Zhao Xi from benefiting in any way.

Little Wei sat in the corner, watching the argument unfold, spit flying everywhere.

The couple was too busy fighting to give her an opening to meddle.

Even Zhao Xi’s younger brother seemed used to this, quietly playing with a toy train nearby.

Little Wei crouched beside the boy, who looked about seven or eight. Despite playing, his expression was stiff, like a little old man.

A sad sight, really.

"Come on, stop playing." The noblewoman grabbed the boy’s hand, her face tight with irritation.

Clearly, the negotiation hadn’t gone well—in fact, it was a complete failure.

No matter how domineering she was, the money was in Zhao’s Father’s hands. If he refused to budge, she was powerless.

Just as Little Wei was about to leave, the little boy turned and looked straight at her.

"Mommy, there’s a really pretty sister standing over there," he said in a childish voice.

The noblewoman froze, breaking out in a cold sweat as she whipped her head around—but saw nothing.

She smacked the boy’s back, her face flushing red with anger.

"Don’t talk nonsense! Keep it up and I’ll spank you, understand?"

The boy winced but insisted, "But there really is a pretty sister there, wearing a red dress."

Little Wei noticed the noblewoman’s forehead glistening with sweat, her body trembling slightly.

"Lies!" The noblewoman scooped up the boy and hurried into the bedroom.

Oh?

Interesting.

Little Wei glanced around. The house was well-built—she didn’t know much about feng shui, but she could sense the spiritual energy here.