Xiangyang: "Hmm?"

Qin Gang seemed to find it difficult to ask such a sentimental question, so he had to hug Xiang Yang tighter, pressing his lips against his hair, closing his eyes, and asking, "Do you love me?"

Xiangyang never expected that he would ask such a question.

A sense of guilt welled up inside me.

Qin Gang didn't want to hear an answer, but simply slowly opened his eyes.

He thought to himself.

never mind……

Qin Gang kissed his hair, as if to tell him.

It doesn't matter……

[Ding! Qin Gang's Antisocial Index: 0%!]

Xiangyang's pupils trembled slightly.

[Ding! Mission complete! You will be leaving this world in one year! Timer begins! Timer begins!]

Xiao Guai: "Xiang, Xiangyang! You! You succeeded!"

Xiangyang was still in Qin Gang's arms when he felt a ringing in his ears, making it impossible for him to hear anything clearly.

Xiangyang nestled even deeper into Qin Gang's arms.

"What's wrong?" Qin Gang asked him.

"Qin Gang," Xiang Yang asked listlessly, "Is there anything else you need me to do for you?"

"What's wrong?" Qin Gang chuckled. "What disease have I contracted? Am I going to die?"

"No," Xiangyang said listlessly, trying to banter with him, "Well... I just wanted to be nicer to you."

Qin Gang smiled and sighed, saying, "It's already very good as it is now. It's good to keep it this way."

Xiangyang: "Hmm..."

That year, Xiangyang started to work less, and Qin Gang also handed over the company to someone else to manage, and the two of them spent their days fooling around.

Xiangyang's kindness to him made Qin Gang feel uneasy.

That day, the two were snuggled on the sofa watching TV as usual when Xiangyang suddenly asked him, "Qin Gang, if it were you, how old would you want to live to be?"

Qin Gang thought for a moment but couldn't come up with a specific number. He lowered his eyes, looked at Xiang Yang, and suddenly laughed, "Actually, it would be fine if we died together at this moment."

Xiangyang didn't have time to dissuade him, or even to hear what he was saying clearly, before closing her eyes during the countdown.

Xiangyang slept for a long time.

"Xiangyang! Xiangyang!"

A familiar voice echoed in his mind, and Xiangyang slowly opened his eyes.

"Will this work? I think the child is about to die!" a woman asked in a low voice.

"It's already a favor that they can afford to buy that little bastard a page, what, he wants to be picky?" another woman said sarcastically. "That little bastard has really grown up, daring to complain to the master about the mistress!"

"Alright then! Carry this guy over to that little bastard!"

Carried and jostled along in a large sack, on the way into a grand mansion, Xiang Yang realized that he had entered the second mission world.

The original owner's name was Minghe, a beggar who came here to escape famine. When he was about to die, he was dragged to the door of the Xu family and sold to them as their "son".

Xiao Guai began to transmit mission objective information to him.

The target of this mission is Xu Jinying, the son left behind by Mr. Xu's first wife.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Xu Jingying is just an unloved young master in a wealthy family now. Years later, he will be the number one treacherous minister of the dynasty, the kind who will be infamous for eternity.

After Xiangyang was thrown into a dilapidated courtyard, the others covered their noses and went outside.

"Pah! This kid isn't dead yet, how come he already stinks!"

Xiangyang acted as if he hadn't heard what they were saying, forcing himself to stay awake and saying to Xiaoguai, "So, I'm now that little traitor's page?"

“Yeah!” Xiao Guai thought this identity was pretty good.

Xiangyang, however, felt depressed.

According to his understanding, these ancient pageboys had a special role to their masters.

Because scholars had to study diligently for years and couldn't focus their attention on women, and because women were prone to pregnancy, which could potentially affect a scholar's mental state, some elders would choose a handsome but poor child as their page.

It's said to be accompanying someone to study, but more so, it's to make it easier to do those other things.

Otherwise, how could the opportunity to study alongside the rich fall to the poor?

Xiangyang thought to himself, if he were properly guided, he wouldn't have to sacrifice himself.

Xiangyang was really struggling to hold on, so he fainted.

As darkness fell, a thin boy carrying a bundle of firewood walked into the courtyard. When he reached the door, he discovered a person lying on the ground.

A boy who looked like a beggar, dressed in tattered clothes, covered in some kind of filth, surrounded by flies, and smelling incredibly foul.

When he returned, someone winked and sarcastically said to him, "Didn't the Fourth Young Master want servants to wait on him? Madam found him a good page, which cost a lot of money. He should go and thank Madam properly another day."

Xu Jingying knew that woman wouldn't be so kind, but he still didn't expect her to send over a dead body to bring him bad luck.

But the boy simply put down the firewood without making a sound, not even frowning.

After cooking a bowl of porridge over a fire, Xu Jingying ate it right there on a small wooden stake, holding a broken bowl. After finishing, he washed the bowl and chopsticks.

When he went back to his room to sleep, he realized that this "dead man" was blocking his way.

Xu Jingying frowned and kicked the "dead man" on the ground.

But we can't just leave it here and let it stink up our yard.

Helpless, Xu Jingying could only squat down, lift the sack under the "dead man," and drag him to the corner, intending to burn the "dead man."

He couldn't help but feel annoyed, after all, burning such a person would require a lot of firewood.

That woman really knows how to invite trouble upon herself.

He was already thin and weak, and dragging this person to the corner, he was already panting a little.

After arranging the firewood, he went to the kitchen to get a tinder.

Startled by Xiao Guai's scream, Xiang Yang sat up abruptly amidst a pile of firewood. For a moment, he couldn't quite place where he was and looked around blankly.

As luck would have it, Xu Jing, who was carrying a tinderbox, came out of the kitchen and their eyes met.

Xiangyang looked at him, then at the firewood piled around him, then at the tinder in his hand, and finally at his eyes. Then he blinked, and blinked again.

Is he... trying to burn himself?

Xu Jingying: "..."

Xiangyang listened to the buzzing flies around him and waved his hand in all directions.