Chapter 74, Chapter Twenty-One: The Fantasy Mansion
Love produces hormones such as adrenaline, noradrenaline, dopamine, and oxytocin.
Conversely, by exhibiting these hormone-induced symptoms, she develops feelings of love for someone.
Activating these hormones is not difficult; simply think about the things you love, exciting moments, and achievements you have made.
Stroking the man's ears and neck, Wen Ting bent her fingers and passionately inserted them into the roots of Gong Baidie's hair.
She kissed him passionately, reluctant to part, her mind replaying her moving from a low-rent apartment on the ground floor in the east of the city to a high-rise building in the Fourth Ring Road; her first six-figure bonus; the increasing number of people greeting her as she entered the company each day; and Cathy's expression every time she returned from dinner with Director Xu.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breathing was rapid, and tears streamed down her face from overwhelming emotion.
Gong Baidie felt resistance on her shoulder and tried to push her away, but Wen Ting hugged him even tighter.
She licked his lips, but he gritted his teeth and wouldn't let her in. Wen Ting complied and moved her lips to his cheeks.
Two pecks and a gentle lick, and the pressure on her shoulder instantly dissipated.
She could clearly feel the tremor of the palace butterfly.
Even though she had witnessed how inexperienced he was on the day she tested him, Wen Ting still found it unbelievable at this moment.
He broke free from electronic media and physical form, but he couldn't escape the flat textual design. He remained like a stereotypical ancient woman, submissive to her husband.
Wen Ting didn't believe that Gong Baidie didn't have the strength to push her away.
He was absolutely malicious, and he certainly had the strength to crush her with a single finger, yet his hand rested on her shoulder, maintaining a slight resistance without pushing her away.
“Hmm…” Wen Ting crossed her wrists and wrapped them around the back of his neck.
She pressed her forehead against Gong Baidie's, sucking on his tongue, breathing softly, her tear-stained face beaming with a joyful, tearful smile.
Those tear-stained eyes looked at Gong Baidie, shining like winter stars.
She wanted to say something, but when she opened her mouth, she choked, her voice hoarse, and her face turned red. She awkwardly looked away, but still smiled. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just so happy and excited... It really was you."
She was truly pleased that the ghost story wasn't created by a completely unfamiliar monster, but by Gong Baidie, whom she knew relatively well.
The blood rushing to her heart surged even more violently, and Gong Baidie heard a cracking sound. The situation was precarious, a truly horrifying sight.
He couldn't control his breathing, as if he had truly been torn in two. The abandoned husband hiding in the phone went mad, desperately pushing and scratching at another wicked soul, using all his strength to take over the body, dominate the consciousness, and defeat Gong Feibai who had cut off his robe and hair.
She had her own troubles and difficulties. Ultimately, he couldn't help her, and she didn't even know he had a life.
Look—she knew he existed and immediately gave him her love.
Their foreheads touched, their noses rubbed together.
Gong Baidie breathed in Wen Ting's panting.
Overwhelmed with emotion, she felt warm all over, tears welling in her eyes, and a smile spreading across her face.
She was too hoarse to speak, and her attempts to speak failed several times, but she couldn't help but laugh when she saw Gong Baidie.
For Wen Ting, expressing her love to Gong Baidie was the easiest thing in the world.
She once loved him, and she still doesn't hate him.
There was no need to think about other exciting moments. Just thinking about how profitable Gong Baidie's embroidery was and the first bonus he brought her made Wen Ting's cheeks flush and she couldn't stop laughing.
This warm, sparkling laughter, sprinkled with tears, was splashed onto the icicles.
Boiling water was poured onto the ice, and a large amount of water vapor evaporated and rose. The little red butterfly was instantly lost in the thick white mist. Years of blood hatred seemed so insignificant and not worth mentioning.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Wen Ting sniffed, her voice still hoarse, "I didn't want to leave, but I had no choice, Bai Die... I'm sorry, I'm useless, I couldn't protect you in Wanluo."
sorry.
She apologized, saying she had no choice.
The hands that had been resisting Wen Ting's shoulders fell down, landing on her back and waist, one above the other.
He hugged her and closed his eyes.
"It doesn't matter."
He made a soft sound, like snow melting.
Wen Ting wiped her tears on his clothes and got to the point, "So, what is this ghost story? Do you want power or a better body? Whatever it is, I can help you."
“You’ve misunderstood,” Gong Baidie shook her head. “I can’t possess other people, nor do I need to.”
Wen Ting ate a meal.
Was he lying to her, or telling her the truth?
"What should we do?" she asked anxiously. "Will you disappear again like yesterday?"
Gong Baidie chuckled, "Perhaps. But I will always come back."
"That's good," Wen Ting smiled with relief. "It's okay to disappear occasionally, as long as you come back."
"White Butterfly, as long as you come back, that's all that matters."
Gong Baidie lowered her eyes to conceal her unease, "This place is treacherous and fraught with danger, I can't protect you all the time..." "That's alright, I'll protect myself." Wen Ting looked up, "We're going to get married, aren't we? I'll hold on until we get married, Baidie."
thud
Gong Baidie's heart skipped a beat. After a while, he realized that it wasn't a heartbeat, but a knock on the door.
Wen Ting quickly glanced at the breakfast on the table. Gong Baidie raised her hand, and the food disappeared into smoke.
As the smoke dissipated, Wen Ting was slightly taken aback.
Where did the food go? Was it a trick, sent to another dimension, or does he have the ability to crush everything with a wave of his hand?
Suppressing her inner shock, Wen Ting looked out through the peephole and frowned.
Gong Baidie followed her gaze and narrowed his eyes when he caught sight of the person outside the door.
"Wen Ting, Wen Ting!"
Wen Ting did not open the door immediately, but calls came from outside.
Her complexion worsened.
A stack of towels was handed over. Wen Ting glanced at Gong Baidie, took the towels, wiped the tears from her face, and whispered, "I'll send them away soon."
Gong Baidie raised her eyebrows but remained silent.
The door opened, and a man in a white shirt stood in the doorway.
"Max?"
Upon seeing Wen Ting, Max exclaimed happily, "Thank goodness you're alright! I was so worried about you yesterday!"
Wen Ting smiled and said, "You've come to visit me? Thank you. How are you? Are you alright?"
Gong Baidie's gaze swept across her smiling face.
"I'm fine!" Max's eyes lit up with excitement as he said this. "You know—you should know, right? I awakened my ability yesterday after taking off my employee badge!"
Wen Ting did indeed know.
Max was in the second batch to have his employee badge removed, and the ability he gained was speed.
Coincidentally, he bought his third car before the ghost story. He was a car enthusiast.
“I saw it,” Wen Ting complimented. “Is it a gift from the cars? Looking at it this way, you got a really good deal on those three cars.”
“I’ve been telling you for a long time that you should buy a car,” Max complained immediately. “I wanted to take you to the auto show last year, but you were always too busy. It’s a good thing for a girl to have her own car. You don’t even own a house, so you should at least have a car.”
"Yeah...that's right, I really didn't expect something like this to happen."
Noticing Gong Baidie's indifferent gaze beside her, Wen Ting put one hand behind her back, clenched her fists and then opened them, making a grasping motion in the air.
Gong Baidie noticed it.
He moved closer to that hand, only to be grabbed by Wen Ting.
“I haven’t shown you my new car yet. Let me tell you, it’s amazing. I never thought you could get a car like this for 400,000 RMB. Do you remember when I told you about this brand before…” Max became very animated and talked non-stop when talking about his beloved car.
Wen Ting grasped Gong Baidie's hand, extended her index finger, and slid it across his palm.
The nails, coated with repair fluid, were glossy and shiny, which made Gong Baidie's palm itch.
Max became increasingly regretful as she spoke, and said with a hint of resentment, "You haven't even seen it yet? Are you already that busy at the beginning of the year?"
Wen Ting hesitated, "Yes, my sister's due date is approaching, so I go to her place whenever I get off work early. I'm sorry."
Gong Baidie lowered her eyes and read what was written in her palm—
"Fan"
A light, fleeting feeling rose up.
This was a different feeling from when she saw Wen Ting crying, terrified, or killing other characters. Gong Baidie had never experienced such emotions before, so it was quite comforting.
Before he could fully savor it, this feeling of lightness suddenly intensified to another level:
She flicked her finger and drew a small ":P" in his palm.
Gong Baidie stared at her palm in astonishment.
She gave an impatient, fake smile, but secretly drew a ":P" on his hand behind his back.
A ":P"?
“:P”……
"Oh, I see." Max laughed.
Wen Ting also smiled.
:P
Her palm itched, so Gong Baidie grabbed the finger and looked indifferently at the ugly man grinning foolishly outside the door.
Wen Ting bent her index finger, and when she realized she couldn't break free from Gong Baidie's palm, she interrupted Max's conversation, "It's getting late, I need to get ready, I need to take some people to have breakfast."
"Wait a minute." Max stepped into the doorway. "Windy, I have something I want to tell you."
Wen Ting was pushed back half a step by him.
She scanned the corridor; no one had come out yet and seen what was happening in her room.
The hand that was holding her index finger suddenly released its grip, and the light, fleeting feeling instantly landed on the ground. The hand then glared darkly at Max, who had forced his way in.
Wen Ting quickly weighed her options, turned to the side, let Max in, and as she closed the door, she pinched Gong Baidie's index finger.
Gong Baidie glanced at her.
"What's wrong? Why are you so serious?" Wen Ting smiled as she closed the door. "Are you here to talk to me about the skill you acquired yesterday?"
Wen Ting, I like you.
Wen Ting paused, her five fingers resting on the doorknob.
Gong Baidie raised her eyebrows, her eyes cold, a smile spreading across her lips, where the traces of Wen Ting's kiss still lingered two minutes ago.
He was eagerly awaiting her reaction.
"This is so sudden." Wen Ting tucked a stray hair behind her ear and looked away helplessly. "I never thought you would... um... this is really..."
Max's gaze was intense: "Wen Ting, I know you are outstanding. You are one of the youngest team leaders in Green Forest, and there are quite a few people pursuing you. I have been hesitant before, but now I can't back down anymore."
He took a step forward, a slightly aggressive aura emanating from him towards Wen Ting.
"Ghost stories are dangerous. Now that I have the ability to protect you, I can't stand idly by."
"Wen Ting, you need me." His eyes were burning with passion and affection. "Be with me. Whether it's in the ghost story or in the capital, I will take good care of you. You don't have to buy a house or a car. My parents can accept that."
Wen Ting turned to the side, scalded by his breath.
She glanced at Gong Baidie, who smiled gently and whispered in her ear, "He's right. The assessment day won't end, and there may be other dangers in the future. My lady, you will need him."
Wen Ting suddenly glared angrily at him.
“Thank you, Max,” she turned around, controlling her expression, “I didn’t expect you to care about me so much.”
The man smiled. "I've always cared about you, Wen Ting."
“But I can’t take advantage of your feelings.” Wen Ting frowned. “I’m sorry, but if I agree to your request under these circumstances, it would be purely taking advantage of you, and I can’t do that.”
“You can!” Max interrupted urgently. “I don’t mind.”
“I mind.” Wen Ting shook her head. “I don’t want to despise myself, and I don’t want to trample on your feelings.”
Max scratched his head, looking quite troubled. "I really don't care, Wen Ting. You don't need to worry about anything."
"Thank you for your kindness... However, I have someone I like," Wen Ting said frankly. "I promised to marry him, and it will be at the end of this year if nothing unexpected happens."
Gong Baidie's eyes darkened slightly.
"Who!" Max exclaimed in shock. "When did you get a boyfriend? I've never heard of him."
"We've known each other for a long time, but we only recently started dating," Wen Ting said. "So I'm sorry."
Max's expression dimmed slightly.
He quickly laughed again. "Given the current situation... ah, maybe I'm being a bit blunt, but Wen Ting, are you sure you still have a chance to see him?"
Wen Ting's face darkened.
“I’m doing this for your own good. Life in the ghost stories is so precarious,” Max said sincerely. “You just said you were going to the cafeteria for breakfast? You saw what happened there the day before yesterday, right? The food was sold out, and people were even fighting over a pot of black rice porridge. Wen Ting, instead of a fiancé who’s far away, you need someone who can truly protect you. If I were him, I would understand.”
“You may be right, but to me, feelings are a very important thing.” Wen Ting said irritably, “If this is just what you’re here to talk about, then my answer is no.”
She moved a step forward, gesturing for him to come out, and silently invited him to leave.
Max was surprised. He had always thought Wen Ting was a fairly intelligent woman, so how could she be so irrational? The ghost story had been going on for so long, and she seemed to still be living in a dream.
However, the woman, who was usually so shrewd and charming, suddenly displayed a gentle and loyal demeanor, which seemed to make him even more fond of her.
"Alright, I respect your decision. For your safety, I will stay by your side to protect you."
He walked past her and playfully pinched her cheek. "You can change your mind anytime, don't be polite with me."
Rough fingers left red marks on Wen Ting's face.
If this could still be considered a joke between friends, then what happened next horrified Wen Ting.
His fingers traced her cheek and then traced the corner of her eye.
Max pried open Wen Ting's delicate eyelids, and she suddenly stepped back, her pupils contracting.
A hint of red instantly filled the butterfly pattern under Gong Baidie's eyes, and the white butterfly hidden in her skin dripped with scarlet blood.
The game program, running day and night, pinned him to the screen, forcing him to watch how she sketched other characters. He had seen too many scenes of her being intimate with others and had no intention of playing such a storyline again.
This is his game; he hasn't even touched her body yet.
The two souls, which had been separated for a long time, merged into one at this moment, unleashing a sharp and fierce killing intent.
The dark gray smoke danced between his fingers like restless, thin snakes, impatient and thirsty.
With a slight lift of his index finger, a wisp of black smoke flew like a long worm to Max's shoulder and burrowed into his flesh.
Max, who was about to leave, suddenly felt a numbness in the back of his neck.
He turned around in confusion, scratched his neck, but found nothing.
Wen Ting pursed her lips, the rough warmth of the man's fingers still lingering in the corners of her eyes.
Max gained an ability, which wasn't particularly strong, but it emboldened him.
Wen Ting had foreseen the trend of power worship early on, but she did not expect that Max would dare to make a move on her on the very first day she gained the ability.
His gaze was burning and clingy as he looked at her. Even when she rejected him, he didn't care and directly took her as his own.
If Gong Baidie hadn't been there, she wouldn't have dared to break ties with him.
Max needs to be careful, especially the one next to her; she needs to carefully analyze every word and phrase.
What did Gong Baidie say when Max confessed his feelings?
He wanted her to agree to Max's request, to act like a wise and virtuous first wife. So, as his girlfriend, she should—
Wen Ting raised her hand and punched Gong Baidie.
The fist stopped abruptly just before it hit Gong Baidie's face.
She glared at him through gritted teeth, took a few steps forward with suppressed anger, and tried to take a deep breath to calm herself down.
The next moment, she suddenly grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
"Go away!" she shouted angrily and aggrievedly. "I don't want to see you!"
She loves him; he is her lost and found love, the marriage partner she has been looking forward to. Therefore, she should not be moved by his magnanimity, but should instead get very angry.
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Author's Note: Gong Baidie: I hate you! I want you to suffer a fate worse than death, to live in constant fear and eternal damnation!
Wen Ting: Waaah, I'm so sorry.
Gong Baidie: ...She probably had her own reasons. A girl who draws ":P" can't be that malicious.
Wen Ting: Oh my god!
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