late at night.

Underground bar.

The environment was smoky and filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol.

The heavy metal music was so loud it made my eardrums ache, and all sorts of people from all walks of life were dancing wildly to the music in the central dance floor.

Jiang Cuo, dressed in white, sat at the bar. His features were delicate, his eyes were pure, and the clear, youthful aura he exuded was out of place with the chaotic atmosphere around him.

Unlike the people around him who reeked of alcohol, Jiang Cuo simply sat there quietly drinking his juice with his eyes down.

Occasionally, someone would give him a strange look, but they would quickly be tugged at by the person next to them and forced to leave the bar.

A short while later, a figure appeared beside him: "Young Master Jiang, you were looking for me?"

Jiang Cuo put down the juice, turned around and looked the person up and down carefully, bit by bit.

Sun Xin felt a little uneasy under his gaze. The young master of the Jiang family seemed harmless on the surface, but everyone knew that he had beaten up almost all the thugs in the underground casino. However, the Jiang family was powerful and influential, so they couldn't do anything to him.

"Young Master Jiang?" Sun Xin called out to him again hesitantly.

Jiang Cuo came to his senses and chuckled softly, "There's something I'd like to ask Mr. Sun for help with."

"Young Master Jiang, you're too kind."

“My sister will be here in a few days. Please help me take care of her,” Jiang Cuo glanced around. “Remember to clear the place out. All expenses will be on my tab. If anyone sees anything they shouldn’t, I’ll hold you responsible.”

Sun Xin was stunned for a moment: "My sister is..."

Jiang Cuo asked, puzzled, "Huh?"

Sun Xin hurriedly asked, "Is she Young Master Jiang's sister?"

Jiang Cuo asked in confusion, "A sister is a sister."

"Your older sister?"

Jiang Cuo frowned: "Hmm?"

It's just a title; what difference does it make whether someone is biologically related to another or not?

Blood ties are the cheapest and most disgusting thing.

All he knew was that now, he no longer wanted to completely destroy her.

He wanted to possess her, to possess everything about her.

But she was too beautiful, so beautiful that he could only look up to her in awe.

He's a rotten person.

If you want to get her, you have to pull her down from her high pedestal.

Then, he desecrated her.

Sun Xin was taken aback by the young man's matter-of-fact attitude, broke out in a cold sweat, lowered his head and stopped asking the question, only asking again, "What kind of care is Young Master Jiang referring to...?"

The people who come here are a mixed bag, and being taken care of here is not a good thing.

Jiang Cuo laughed: "Just shooting some videos."

After saying that, Jiang Cuo tilted his head back and drank the juice in front of him in one gulp, then turned and left the bar.

The Jiang family.

Jiang Fei lay lazily on the bed, listening to the system's report.

As expected, Jiang Cuo, that pervert, still came to this. He himself was born into the mire, and he wanted everyone to be mired in it like him, never able to escape.

Just like he did to the original owner.

In the original storyline, it was in that underground bar that he got the original owner drunk, filmed her with another man, and made the video public, becoming the last straw that broke the original owner's back.

The man in the video at the time seemed to be named...

[System: Sun Xin.]

Yes, Sun Xin.

Jiang Fei lowered his head.

Now, of course, she wouldn't let things develop the way they did in the original story.

After pondering for a while, Jiang Fei suddenly thought of something: "Does that little pervert not have any mortal enemies or anything?"

She couldn't believe that someone with Jiang Cuo's personality didn't exist.

[System: Yes, his name is Xu Chuang. His family has some connections. Because Jiang Cuo beat up his brother, the two have clashed many times.]

Xu Chuang.

Jiang Fei silently repeated the name in her mind. She believed that no one would want to miss a chance to bring their mortal enemy to the dust.

Footsteps sounded outside the door.

Jiang Fei looked at the door and then at the time. It was two in the morning. The little pervert was back.

After hanging her head and remaining quiet for a moment, Jiang Fei looked up again, her eyes still heavy with sleep. She opened the door and saw Jiang Cuo walking to the door of the room opposite.

"Xiao Cuo?" she called to him, confused.

Jiang Cuo paused, then turned around. Jiang Fei, wearing a white nightgown, stood there barefoot, her fair skin glowing in the dim night. He smiled sweetly, "Sister, you're not asleep yet?"

"You're awake again," Jiang Fei smiled. "Where did you go?"

Jiang Cuo glanced downstairs: "I was thirsty just now, so I went downstairs to get a glass of water."

Jiang Fei said "Oh," and was about to turn around when she gently pinched her nose. "You've been drinking?"

Jiang Cuo paused slightly, then shook her head: "No," and then asked, "Does your sister hate the smell of alcohol?"

Jiang Fei smiled sheepishly, "I don't dislike it, it's just that I've never drunk alcohol before." Yeah, right.

Jiang Cuo smiled too, thinking, "She's really well protected."

Jiang Fei was silent for a few seconds, then turned to walk into the room. But then, remembering something, she turned back and smiled, "Sweet dreams."

Jiang Cuo stared blankly at her smile for a moment, his favorability rating above his head twitched slightly, and then he smiled and nodded: "Sweet dreams."

After saying that, seeing Jiang Fei's door close, he turned and went into the room.

That night, Jiangcuo really had a dream.

He dreamt that Jiang Fei had become someone just like him, hugging him tightly and saying that he was all she had left.

He woke up drenched in sweat.

In his dream, besides a strange sense of pleasure and excitement, he also felt waves of fear.

...

Three days later, in the evening.

"Xiao Cuo, where are you taking me?" Jiang Fei asked, looking at Jiang Cuo walking beside her with a puzzled expression.

Although she already knew the answer in her heart—it was none other than that bar.

The little pervert really can't wait.

Sure enough, Jiang Cuo turned to her and smiled: "I remember my sister said last time that she had never drunk alcohol, so I wanted to take you to see it."

"Really?" Jiang Fei's eyes lit up with surprise, but then she became nervous. "But Dad and Aunt Wen..."

“They left a message this afternoon saying they’ll be going on a business trip in the next few days,” Jiang Cuo winked at her. “I also want to take my sister to experience something new.”

Something new or unusual?

Jiang Fei sneered, "Is novelty just about dragging someone down into the mud and keeping them from ever getting out of trouble?"

His expression remained calm: "Well... we should hurry back after we finish drinking. I need to show you something."

"Okay." Jiang Cuo smiled, following the winding, dilapidated paths around him until he reached the bar. "We're here."

After saying that, he went straight inside.

The bar was much quieter than usual, but it still couldn't hide the gloomy chaos.

Jiang Cuo went straight to a booth and ordered two drinks.

Sun Xin quickly brought out the wine, placing one glass in front of Jiang Fei and another in front of Jiang Cuo.

Jiang Fei looked at the clear blue liquid in front of her, pursed her lips, and said somewhat uneasily, "Xiao Cuo, let's go back. This place looks very strange..."

"Strange?" Jiang Cuo looked up innocently into her eyes: "Sister, don't you believe me?"

Of course I don't believe it.

Jiang Fei lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly, before finally picking up her wine glass: "Shall I finish this glass and then leave?"

Jiang Cuo smiled and nodded, his heart pounding as he looked at her hand holding the wine glass.

It was as if she were drinking her own blood.

Jiang Fei tilted her head back, downed the wine in her glass in one gulp, then rubbed her temples, put down the glass, and looked at Jiang Cuo: "Xiao Cuo, let's go..."

Before she could finish speaking, she swayed slightly.

"Sister?" Jiang Cuo stepped forward, looking at her with concern.

Jiang Fei's eyes were somewhat unfocused: "Xiao Cuo, let's leave here..." Her voice grew softer and softer, her eyes became more and more hazy, and then she was about to fall forward.

Jiang Cuo reached out, his pale hand cupping her cheek, and let her lean on his shoulder. He turned his head to look at the flush on her cheeks and her slightly glossy lips...

"Sister, this is my world."

He murmured softly.

Sun Xin had already dismissed everyone from the bar, leaving only a few of his own men.

The overhead camera recorded everything.

Jiang Cuo touched Jiang Fei's cheek in an almost pathological manner.

"When we wake up again, no one will be able to separate us..."

No one will do.

His gaze slowly fell on her shoulder, her fair skin glowing with a warm light.

Jiang Cuo leaned down slightly and gently placed a kiss on her shoulder...

Just then, a commotion erupted at the entrance: "If a bar is open but doesn't welcome customers, it might as well close up now!"

A boastful voice rang out.

Jiang Cuo frowned and turned to look at the door.

Xu Chuang led a large group of people in, their faces full of menacing intent, each carrying a wooden stick, clearly indicating that they had come prepared.

Jiang Cuo looked down at the girl in his arms, smiled after a long while, and gently placed her on the booth: "Wait for me, sister."

After saying that, he walked towards Xu Chuang's direction.

Wait for you?

Jiang Fei leaned back in the booth, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Wait until you get beaten to a pulp.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Cuo's voice asked.

"Me?" Xu Chuang laughed. "I was waiting for you to kowtow and apologize to my brothers. I heard Young Master Jiang is here today, so I came looking for you!"

"Leave within five seconds, and I'll pretend I never saw you."

"Pah, Jiang Cuo, you only have a few people, how can you handle the dozens behind me? You little bastard!"

"..."

Jiang Fei heard a deathly silence from the other side, and then, without knowing who made the first move, a fight broke out.

The sound of shattering glasses, the sound of a table overturning, and the dull thuds of wooden sticks hitting people...

Jiang Cuo punched the person in front of him repeatedly, his heart filled with inexplicable excitement and bloodlust.

He seemed oblivious as someone swung a wooden stick at him from behind and hit him on the back.

He thought that perhaps the blood flowing in his veins was inherently filthy, after all, he had that old madman's genes.

He's rotten to the core.

But this mad dog of his is so greedy, wanting to get beautiful things.

He didn't deserve it in the first place.

Only by destroying that beauty can he feel at ease possessing it.

With a loud "crack," the sound of the bottle shattering was heard.

Jiang Cuo's frantic movements froze, and he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, as if... shards of glass had pierced his flesh.

He slowly turned around and saw the man holding the broken bottle. His eyes were full of anger, but when he saw the bloodstains on the man's white clothes, his expression turned to fear.

Jiang Cuo laughed: "You missed even when you were this close?" His back of the head was such a conspicuous target.

The man was startled, and the bottle in his hand fell to the ground.

Just as Jiang Cuo was about to step forward, Xu Chuang suddenly rushed up and slammed a wooden stick into his knee, accompanied by a rough, angry roar: "Bastard! You escaped when I beat him last time. This time, if you don't kneel down and apologize, don't even think about leaving here standing up!"

Jiang Cuo staggered slightly, looking at the person in front of him. So it was him who had beaten him up earlier.

After being beaten up by the old man, he went to wait under the bridge for someone to provoke him.

This person stole his wallet and phone.

Seeing that he remained silent, Xu Chuang became enraged and continued to hit him with the wooden stick.

One moment, one moment...

On the other side.

Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow as he listened to the muffled thud of the wooden stick colliding with flesh and bone.

[System: Host, why aren't you awake yet?]

Jiang Fei remained in the position of being unconscious: "Is his life in danger?"

[System: None at the moment.]

"Then let's continue," Jiang Fei said lazily.

He deserves it.

Jiang Fei only woke up slowly when the system said Jiang Cuo's physical condition was very poor, and then sat up: "Little Cuo?"

The low voice went unnoticed by anyone.

Jiang Fei staggered to his feet, walked out of the booth, and stood beside the already chaotic dance floor. He looked at Jiang Cuo, who was being beaten in the middle of the crowd but still stubbornly standing: "...Xiao Cuo!"

Her voice involuntarily rose a little.

Jiang Cuo's previously lifeless figure stiffened, and he suddenly looked up at her.

"There's another woman?" someone exclaimed from the side.

Jiang Cuo's gaze sharpened as he stared intently at Jiang Fei.

She still saw his most despicable and shameful side.

He should keep her and assimilate her.

He should be like this.

But……

"Get out." Jiang Cuo glared at her and said coldly.

Jiang Fei's face paled slightly: "Xiao Cuo..." she said, taking a small step forward.

"I told you to get lost," Jiang Cuo said through gritted teeth, his hands clenched tightly.

The next second, he was hit on the shoulder with a stick and fell forward in a sorry state.

Jiang Cuo's strength, which he had been holding on for, completely vanished, and he finally collapsed to the ground.

A barrage of wooden sticks rained down on him from all sides.

In the chaos, Jiang Cuo only felt a flash of cold light.

Someone pulled out a dagger.

"Jiangcuo!"

Jiang Cuo only heard a choked female voice, and then a white figure ran towards him, awkwardly pushing aside the person in front of her, rushing to his side, and reaching out to block the cold light.

In that instant, Jiang Cuo felt a deathly silence all around him.

The cold light flashed across her arm, and instantly bright red blood flowed down, dripping onto him.

One drop, one drop...

There was no sound, yet he felt as if each drop was falling on his heart. Those around him, seemingly surprised that someone would have a dagger, were stunned and stopped what they were doing.

Jiang Fei's face was deathly pale, her lips pressed tightly together. She took Jiang Cuo's hand and smiled at him. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Xiao Cuo, just hang in there a little longer."

Jiang Cuo stared at her blankly. The next second, she suddenly pulled him up with great effort, and while the others were still in shock, she took his hand and ran out of the bar.

Outside the bar was a narrow alley.

Jiang Cuo struggled to keep up with Jiang Fei, enduring the excruciating pain in his knees as he ran alongside her, watching her long hair flutter in the night wind.

In a daze, it was as if he had returned to his childhood, hiding in the tea room to escape Jiang Lin's beatings.

The tea room had only one dim light, much like the bar we had just been in.

A tipsy Jiang Lin stood at the door of the tea room and said to him: Found it.

Then came a barrage of insults accompanied by a barrage of punches raining down.

At that time, he repeatedly fantasized that someone would rescue him, take his hand, and escape from the tea room.

Just like now.

It was exactly as he had imagined.

Don't think about anything, just follow behind her and run away as fast and desperately as you can.

Underground bars are among the most chaotic places in the city.

The surrounding area consisted of dilapidated bungalows and narrow alleyways.

Jiang Fei ran around like a headless fly, eventually ending up in a dead end.

There is no road ahead.

Her steps suddenly stopped, causing Jiang Cuo's knees to buckle and he fell to the ground.

"Xiao Cuo, Xiao Cuo..." Jiang Fei hurriedly supported him, but could only express her worry in a breathy voice, her eyes red, "How are you?"

"I'm sorry, Xiao Cuo, I didn't know this road was a dead end..."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said I came here for drinks. If it weren't for what I said, you wouldn't have come here."

Jiang Cuo stared at her blankly.

He didn't understand why she was still so...beautiful at this moment.

Why doesn't she realize that he's the one who ruined her life?

Why blame yourself?

Why apologize to him?

Why did you take that blow for him?

A person like him wouldn't even deserve a tear after his death.

"Xiao Cuo..." Jiang Fei was about to say something when a series of noisy footsteps came from afar.

Jiang Fei's eyes trembled, and she looked at the alley entrance with fear in her eyes.

“Turn right at the small road ahead, then turn right again at the first intersection, and you’ll reach the main road,” Jiang Cuo’s hoarse voice rang out.

Jiang Fei was taken aback and turned to look at him.

Jiang Cuo tilted his head and smiled: "Sister, I'm just a burden."

It always has been.

Jiang Fei's eyes were red as she looked at the favorability rating above his head, where the negative sign was flashing rapidly.

She slowly stood up.

Jiang Cuo watched her movements, lowered his head slightly, and stopped looking at her.

The "minus sign" above the head was flashing much more slowly.

"Xiao Cuo," Jiang Fei called to him.

Jiangcuo looked up.

Jiang Fei smiled and gently ruffled his hair.

Jiangcuo paused for a moment.

He knew what she meant, just like the reward he had once asked her for: Xiao Cuo, be good.

Because he showed her the escape route?

He is indeed very well-behaved.

She's incredibly well-behaved.

Before those people could catch up, Jiang Fei finally turned around and ran towards the intersection ahead.

Jiang Cuo remained seated with his head down, listening to her footsteps fade into the distance.

The moment she turned around, his favorability rating dropped to -70.

Just then, a low voice called out from ahead: "There!"

Jiang Cuo chuckled self-deprecatingly, realizing he had been left behind again.

But it doesn't matter. He didn't die today, so he won't be soft-hearted anymore.

Turn her into him...

But the next second, all the footsteps ran in the opposite direction.

Jiangcuo suddenly looked up.

In the darkness, the white figure did not follow the escape route he had indicated, but ran straight ahead, attracting the attention of those who were chasing after him.

Her steps were hurried, her back view filled with fear, yet she still ran forward without looking back, until she reached the end of the intersection and disappeared around the corner.

Those people disappeared around the corner.

Jiang Cuo struggled to his feet, leaning against the wall, and tried to chase after her, but the next second, his knees gave way and he fell straight to the ground. The conscious effort he had been maintaining crumbled easily, and his mind became hazy. With his remaining consciousness, Jiang Cuo stared intently ahead, his eyes bloodshot: "Jiang Fei!"

On the other side.

Having moved out of Jiang Cuo's sight and dealt with the pursuing crowd in no time, Jiang Fei heard the angry roar behind him, raised an eyebrow, found an unmanned supermarket, picked up a magazine, sat in a corner, and lazily wiped the dust off his hands.

Time passed little by little.

Jiang Fei put down the magazine in her hand and glanced at the time.

It's four o'clock in the morning.

She slowly stood up and walked towards the alley she had been in.

As she walked, she tore her white dress in several places, her hair was disheveled, and blood from her arms was smeared all over her body.

A perfect victim.

When Jiang Cuo woke up from his coma, he was still lying in the dilapidated alley, and the sky in the distance was gradually turning pale.

Thinking of what happened last night, Jiang Cuo struggled to stand up. His white clothes were stained with dirt and blood, and his elbows were rubbed raw with bloody marks, but he seemed oblivious and persisted.

Footsteps sounded ahead.

Jiang Cuo suddenly looked up.

In the dim morning light, Jiang Fei walked toward him in a disheveled state, her white dress tattered and stained with several bloodstains.

She ran straight up to him, bathed in the soft morning light, her cheeks stained with a dark red blood, yet still smiling warmly.

She reached out and ruffled his hair: "It's alright."

"Xiao Cuo is not a burden."

Jiang Cuo stared blankly at her, at the smile on her lips, at her pale cheeks.

At that moment, the favorability rating above Jiang Cuo's head moved calmly, the negative sign disappeared, and the favorability rating became 70.

Jiang Fei's eyes flickered slightly. Sure enough, Jiang Cuo, who kept talking about revenge, was just putting on a "cloak" of hatred to mask his morbid longing and jealousy.

He stood in the mud, longing to be bathed in sunlight more than anyone else.

Now, that "sunlight" has truly shone on him, and he doesn't even have a chance to resist.

Just as Jiang Fei was about to look away, she noticed something else.

Jiang Cuo's favorability rating has increased again.

Jiang Cuo's favorability rating: 80.

...

By the time the two returned home, it was already broad daylight.

Jiang Fei's father and Aunt Wen were not home, so Jiang Fei called the family doctor to treat the injuries on herself and Jiang Cuo.

She's alright, but the doctor disinfected and applied medicine to the wound on her arm and that was it.

Jiang Cuo, on the other hand, was in a terrible state. His back was almost entirely covered in bruises and wounds, his knee showed signs of a fracture, and he had a nearly five-centimeter-long cut on his shoulder from a piece of glass.

To Jiang Fei's surprise, Jiang Cuo only mentioned a minor car accident on the road and didn't mention the fight last night at all.

Jiang Fei continued to play the role of the victim, offering no rebuttal and staying in her room to cultivate her mind and character.

Jiang Cuo would go to her room almost every day and sit for a while, just leaning back on the sofa, quietly watching her without saying anything.

The Jiang family's driver called, saying he wanted to pick Jiang Cuo up and take him home. Jiang Cuo usually went back obediently, but this time he ignored him for the first time.

On the fourth day, Jiang Cuo asked Jiang Fei for her phone.

Jiang Fei hesitated for a moment, then handed the phone to him.

Jiang Cuo operated the phone for a while, then handed it back to her, and then took his own phone and dialed her number.

Jiang Fei stared blankly at the name displayed on the screen.

Jiang Cuo.

Jiang Cuo was smiling at her, his smile innocent, but his eyes were dark: "Sister, from now on, Jiang is Jiang Fei's Jiang, and Cuo is Xiao Cuo's Cuo."

Let her continue to be clean.

He can be her possession.

Just then, Jiang Fei's phone rang again.

It was Jiang's father.

He hadn't told him and Aunt Wen about their injuries yet, so as not to worry them.

She answered: "Hello?"

"Jiang Jiang, there's a banquet at the Song family's place in a few days. The invitation has already arrived. Xiao Fang will be there too. It's been a long time since you've seen each other..."

Mr. Jiang was somewhat aware of his daughter's feelings for him, after all, there was always a photo of her and Shen Fang on her bedside table.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cuo slightly raised his eyes, looking at the boy in the photo frame, his gaze gradually turning cold.

Jiang Fei realized what was going on after a moment's thought.

The Song family should have already recognized Song Yan.

"Jiang Jiang?" Jiang's father asked in surprise. "By the way, I heard that the main character of the banquet is a boy named Song Yan, who is your classmate. Do you know him?"

Jiang Cuo looked at Jiang Fei again.

Jiang Fei smiled and said, "I know him." "But we're not very close."