Chapter 67, Chapter Fourteen: The Fantasy Mansion

Gong Feibai sat on the edge of the bed.

The dim light from the bedside lamp illuminated the woman's serene face.

He reached out, his gloved fingers touching Wen Ting, then abruptly stopped just before he could make contact.

He stopped, tearing off the glove that had touched other characters.

Five pale fingers emerged from the thin black cloth, their bare fingertips gently touching Wen Ting's face.

His skin touched, and he trembled.

"Step back." A sword was placed against his neck from behind.

Gong Feibai turned around and his peripheral vision met that of himself in blue robes and white, the one with long hair and whose every word and action was controlled by Wen Ting.

“You came quickly.” He turned around, crossed his legs, “What a good servant.”

Gong Baidie frowned deeply at the posture. "Such licentious behavior is unbecoming!"

Gong Feibai ignored him and put his gloves back on.

"What exactly do you want!" The sword tip moved forward a few inches. "She has abandoned Ajak twice to protect you, why are you still here!"

"Shh—" Gong Feibai put his index finger to his lips, "What about the precepts and rules for men that you read every day? A good man's voice should not exceed 40 decibels."

Gong Baidie gritted her teeth: "This is incomprehensible! What exactly are you dissatisfied with!"

“Ha…” Gong Feibai shook his head and sighed regretfully, “I was so touched when she asked me to stay, but she shouldn’t have said that.”

She said it was rare to see him like this, and he looked rather adorable.

She found his madness and despair endearing and amusing.

“I was almost going to let her off the hook, but she insisted on reopening old wounds. I’m really… unhappy.”

Countless times, he has donned a wedding dress and joyfully dedicated himself to marriage.

Gong Baidie doesn't have a high level of affection for some players, but he is absolutely loyal to every single one of them.

He gave himself completely, body and soul, while his wife glanced at him briefly before turning back time—

When the Gong family's house was burned down and he was left to wander the streets, they bought him and kept him as a male prostitute, keeping him as a slave or concubine for the rest of his life.

When he ended up in a brothel, they stuffed money into his sleeves and eagerly made him drink and play music.

After coaxing him to abandon everything and tricking him into returning to the capital to overturn his family's case, she suddenly changed her tune and coldly told him that she was loyal to the Empress and was responsible for capturing the palace family's escaped rebels.

Time and time again, Gong Baidie wore her wedding dress countless times.

Every time, she dragged him into hell during his happiest moments.

He hated her so much that his flesh and blood were burning. He had imprisoned her and killed her, but his revenge and desperate resistance only earned him her laughter and snickers.

She didn't care whether she lived or died, or what would happen in that world; she only found his reaction amusing.

Joy, anger, rage, terror, despair... every ending and every reaction of his excited and intrigued her.

He regarded her as his wife and worshipped her as his master. He was deeply concerned about her every reaction and worried that she might be hungry, thirsty, cold, or hot.

Anyone with even a shred of conscience would never laugh and say this to their husband, children, or even just ordinary friends who have gone insane.

"It's rare to see you like this, you're so cute."

What a pity, he almost gave in.

But after hearing those words, Gong Feibai felt that Wen Ting should put in more effort to make up for them.

He stopped killing the characters for her; he wanted her to do it herself.

"That was just a dream!"

The longsword reflected a white light, and Gong Baidie shouted, "She thought it was just a dream, that you would recover soon! It was someone else who was toying with you, what does it have to do with her!"

"Thirty thousand yuan!" A wrinkle appeared on his suit as he roared furiously, "She could have taken me away! She could have killed me! I would be grateful and have no regrets if I died for her!"

“But for 30,000 yuan—” Gong Feibai’s voice trailed off as he smiled again, “just because we made a little less profit than last quarter, she sold me off for a paltry 30,000 yuan.”

The sword tip trembled slightly, and Gong Baidie, with her hair tied up, closed her eyes: "No matter what, the fact remains that she chose you!"

“Gong Baidie,” he said, each word uttered with deep sorrow, “your wife has treated you well.”

"Not thin?" Gong Feibai turned his head and sneered as he tightened his gloved hand. "Ajia Ke's income is not high, so he was never favored by her. Compared to him, what is he?"

"The comparison isn't about Ajak, but about her willingness to risk her life for you in a life-or-death situation!" Gong Baidie said bitterly. "She even believed that dreams were extensions of ghost stories, and that dying in a dream meant dying in reality. Even so, she didn't submit to Ajak, but instead risked her life with her mortal body!"

"Well said." Gong Feibai clapped his hands lightly. "She didn't submit to Ajia Ke because she was unwilling to submit to a man she looked down on, and she was unwilling to submit to anyone. From beginning to end, what does that have to do with me?"

"You!" The sword's edge grazed Gong Feibai's neck, and black blood flowed down.

Beneath his black hair, veins bulged on the man's forehead.

"It was you who tested her like this! She made a choice that suited your wishes, and you're still not satisfied—Gong Baidie, you're being far too disrespectful to your mistress!"

Gong Feibai deflected the sword at his neck with two fingers. "You've forgotten the two years after she left, but I haven't."

“I haven’t forgotten!” Gong Baidie said with suppressed anger, “But so what? Throughout history, in years of famine and disaster, what ordinary family didn’t do the same! King Zhuang of Chu’s banquet with the broken tassels is a beautiful story, what do you have to complain about!”

"The Feast of Severed Tassels... Hahahahahahaha!" Gong Feibai covered his face with his five fingers and laughed wildly and unrestrainedly. At the end, his face suddenly turned gloomy. "Xu Ji is just a concubine, a plaything! I am the right husband! The right husband! She is her only husband!"

"As a proper husband, you should be even more virtuous!" Gong Baidie said angrily. "Look at you now: you look crazy and behave inappropriately. You don't look like a decent person at all!"

"I'm perfectly fine." Gong Feibai spread his arms wide, opening his suit jacket over his chest. "But you—you disheveled old madwoman, why are you all dressed up?"

That familiar face, the one he had abandoned, was consumed by rage.

"To dress up for someone you like?" Gong Feibai chuckled softly. "The day you saw her again, you did the same thing... hastily hiding your clothes from the brothel and putting on the face of a respectable gentleman."

What are you fantasizing about?

After a year of darkness and being sold as a prostitute for half a year, he still fantasizes about going back to the past.

Her memory was pulled back to that period, and Gong Baidie, sword in hand, murmured to herself, "She needs me, she came to see me, she needs me..."

Of course he had his pride, but when they met again, before he could even hate or resent her, her tears soaked his temples.

That was the second year after Wen Ting left Wanluo.

That day, she suddenly downloaded him again and opened his profile.

She sat on the bridge in the early morning, crying while holding her phone, tears falling one after another onto him.

"Ah, so you feel sorry for her." Gong Feibai sneered sarcastically. "A few tears and your heart is broken—less than a month after that day, she started Zhaoxia's victory celebration banquet."

"The whole team congratulated them."

"She was dead drunk, clutching a life-size doll of Zhaoxia, fast asleep but still grinning like an idiot. And you? What were you back then?"

Gong Baidie closed her eyes, her soul torn apart by pain and resentment.

After hundreds of days and nights, they finally reunited. He thought that the broken mirror could be mended and that they could go back to the past.

However, after spending less than a month together, she suddenly disappeared from his life again.

He was extremely anxious, pounding on the screen, when he heard congratulations coming from outside the phone.

Online and offline, countless congratulations poured in, everyone congratulating Zhaoxia on her great victory.

Her drawers, bed, workstation, and home were filled with Zhaoxia's surroundings, but there had been no trace of him for a long time.

"How about we make another bet?" Gong Feibai said, a work badge appearing between his fingers.

Beneath the blue ribbon, a sign bearing Wen Ting's photo and name swayed precariously.

Gong Baidie suddenly woke up with a start, "What are you trying to do!"

“Take it off and see what happens.”

"Stop!" Gong Baidie stepped forward quickly, her long sword being gripped by a black glove.

Gong Feibai grabbed the sword blade and pulled it backward sharply.

Gong Baidie, dressed in blue silk and white, crashed into him.

He crashed into Gong Feibai's body and merged with him.

Gong Baidie closed her eyes, and a red butterfly pattern flashed beneath her left eye.

A flash of red light, and the lines immediately disappeared under the skin, leaving no trace.

He stood in the center of the room, silent for a moment, with only Wen Ting's even breathing in his ears.

With these soft breaths, Gong Baidie turned around and sat back down on the edge of the bed.

He crossed his legs, with his left leg over his right, causing his suit trousers to stretch and outline the shape of his legs.

Is this standoff exciting and interesting?

"Hmm? You think someone would speak up for you like that?" He rested his chin on his hand, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at the sleeping Wen Ting. "Hehehe... No, Wen Ting."

"From beginning to end, I was all alone."

His eyes were filled with malice as he smiled and emphasized in her ear, "No one will come. No one will speak up for you or help you fight back. No one."

The air was filled with the fragrance of snow orchids.

Wen Ting frowned, unable to wake up, and just turned over uncomfortably.

Her furrowed brows made Gong Baidie pause for a moment.

He seemed to awaken from a dream, the deepness in his eyes melting away, revealing tender affection.

He pulled the blanket up a little, leaned down, got close to her profile, pressed his face against hers, then stepped back and stood up.

"Hehe, hehehe..." After licking his lips, he put his lower lip into his mouth and sucked until his pale lips became engorged with blood and turned bright red, moist and silvery.

"Look at you, look at you! The game has only just begun and you already have dark circles under your eyes and pale lips. This won't do!"

Gong Baidie seemed to be deep in thought.

“You refuse the director’s advances and don’t know how to take care of yourself.” He pointed to his temples with a troubled expression and smiled with a distress. “Alright, alright, I’ll take care of you then.”

No one responded to him; he was talking to himself the whole time.

Gong Baidie didn't need a response, just like when Wen Ting confided in Gong Baidie in "Desktop Lovers," she never needed his reply.

...

When Wen Ting woke up, she thought she was dreaming.

She doesn't remember what she dreamed about last night; perhaps this is the dream she's dreaming about now.

"Good morning, my lady."

Warm porridge and thin pancakes were placed on the bedside table, and a young man in blue brocade and white clothes was kneeling under the bed. Beside the young man was a basin of steaming water and his toothbrush and towel.

Wen Ting stared blankly at the man kneeling by the bed. When their eyes met, the man stood up obediently, holding Wen Ting's clothes in his hands. "Bai Die will help you get up."

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Author's note: Well, there's no split personality, no two souls, just pure madness.