Chapter 79, Chapter Twenty-Six: The Fantasy Mansion
That morning was like a turning point; Wen Ting immediately noticed that Gong Baidie's feelings had changed.
The gloves disintegrated when they touched her, and reappeared after leaving her, like a kind of coating.
Wen Ting tried to shed it before it disappeared, but each time it vanished just before she succeeded.
After repeated defeats, she grabbed Gong Baidie's hand and bit it.
His hand, hidden from the light, was deathly white; when she bit it, it trembled violently.
Wen Ting paused, loosened her teeth, and lightly licked along the teeth marks with the tip of her tongue.
Unsteady breathing came from above.
Wen Ting asked, "Did it hurt when you bit me?"
“No…” Gong Baidie frowned slightly, “It’s just itchy.”
He leaned back, rarely making eye contact with her after that morning, and never again gave that fake, exaggerated, sly smile. His unease and avoidance were obvious.
Wen Ting held onto his hand tightly.
She kissed the teeth marks, then moved to the base of her fingers, licking between them.
His smooth tongue and warm breath danced between Gong Baidie's fingers, her eyes peering through the gaps between his fingers as he divided hers.
He was stunned; his hand trembled and he couldn't move it. His eyes and fingers became watery and unfocused.
This feeling, like that flat wash of colored pencil, was too light and fleeting, making his legs weak and unable to find solid ground.
Gong Baidie felt apprehensive and somewhat afraid of this uncontrollable feeling. He still preferred his hatred for Wen Ting, which was so intense and surging, like solid rock and thick soil.
"Hmm..." Wen Ting pulled away from his palm, her tongue drawing a silver thread between his fingers.
She licked it, hooked it into her mouth, and shared it with Gong Baidie.
Their breaths became equally hot and moist, and the warmth covered the buttons on his shirt.
She asked, "Is that okay?"
Her phoenix eyes were misty, and the corners of her eyes were red.
He was breathing heavily in his office chair, his shirt stretched taut by his heaving chest muscles, the buttons almost snapping.
Red smoke rose from the incense burner with its intertwined branches, and the room was filled with the aroma of snow orchids.
...
Wen Ting sat on the sofa, fiddling with her hair in front of the mirror on the coffee table.
She swept all her hair back, pulled Gong Baidie's hair over her head, adjusted herself in front of the mirror for a while, then turned to Gong Baidie sitting behind her and asked, "Does it look good? Should I get long, straight black hair too?"
Gong Baidie lifted a strand of her light-colored, soft hair from behind her and twirled it between her fingers. "Your hair is damaged from perming and dyeing."
"Don't act like an old man." Wen Ting picked up a strand of his long hair, placed it on his forehead, and adjusted his bangs. "It's so nice that you can change into whatever you want."
He was embraced from behind.
He pecked at her cheek and earlobe, glancing out of the corner of his eye at their closely intertwined reflections in the mirror.
Wen Ting's carefully adjusted "wig" has completely fallen apart, hanging down to her waist like spider silk.
She turned her head from under the net, returned Gong Baidie's kiss, and praised her with lingering satisfaction, "This body is better than the one I painted."
Stronger and more substantial.
Gong Baidie lowered her eyelids and licked away the water stains from the corner of her lips.
More and more evidence was presented to Gong Baidie.
He abandoned the appearance Wen Ting gave him, but kept the pregnancy cavity.
He knew very well that he was just a phantom and could not leave offspring, and that this organ would not play any practical role. However, Gong Feibai not only preserved it, but also used even thicker abdominal muscles to protect it.
Does he really hate Wen Ting...?
Gong Baidie tightened her arms and rested her chin on her delicate shoulder.
That's all...
Let bygones be bygones, this is the best outcome, let's keep it this way.
Wen Ting lingered for a while, and even though she knew that the monster beneath her could kill her, she had to admit that Gong Baidie was delicious.
He was absolutely the most charming boyfriend she had ever dated. When he called her name in a hoarse voice, Wen Ting couldn't help but tremble.
He got up to get her water, his long hair swaying behind his shirt, his black gloves gripping the glass—a truly refined scoundrel.
He is a true scoundrel, a monster who plays with human lives.
Gong Baidie buttoned up her trousers but couldn't find the belt.
He turned around and saw Wen Ting fiddling with the calfskin leather belt.
"What are you looking for?" he asked.
"The imperial edict in a belt".
Gong Baidie: ?
Wen Ting smiled and handed the belt back to him. "I was just curious if the needle was still there."
When he came out of his phone and first recognized her as Gong Baidie, he took out a needle from inside his clothes, saying it was so he could mend her clothes anytime.
The belt slipped through the trousers, the metal buckle snapping shut with a soft tinkling sound.
“It’s gone,” he said.
"Aren't you going to mend my clothes?" Wen Ting looked up at him.
He tidied himself up and then turned around to help her get dressed.
His long hair cascaded down his waist as he said, “No need to mend it, I can change your clothes anytime.”
Wen Ting lifted her foot and touched the end of her hair that was hanging in the air; it swayed gently like a black cat's tail.
“Capitalist,” she accused him, but a smile played on her lips.
A frugal boyfriend is nice, but a luxurious boyfriend is even more appealing.
If it weren't for these special circumstances, she genuinely wanted to marry Gong Baidie.
Even if he weren't the director, he would still earn a high salary just for his craftsmanship, and he can also do housework, which is better than being a director.
Learning the truth about Wen Ting's departure had a huge impact on Gong Baidie; her long-held beliefs and feelings suddenly collapsed, and new emotions surged forth.
The old and the new are intertwined, creating utter chaos.
Before he could figure out how to face her, Wen Ting suddenly opened the door to a new world. Having tasted the sweetness of love, Gong Baidie was caught in a tug-of-war between her emotions and her physical desires, rising and falling in a state of ecstasy.
He held her hand and spent twenty hours a day in the director's office.
Wen Ting was pleased to see it happen.
She sensed the confusion in Gong Baidie's mind.
This was a rare opportunity for her to take advantage of his vulnerability and guide him in a direction that would benefit her.
For two days in a row, they were inseparable.
In order to lure Gong Baidie, Wen Ting even temporarily ignored Chaochao's DD.
But the OA tasks still need to be done.
"You've been drawing her for three days straight." The man's cool voice came from beside my ear, followed by an even stickier, wetter sensation.
Young people who have tasted the sweetness of kisses understand immediately and will no longer be shocked and stiff when kissed on the cheek.
Gong Baidie held her ear in her mouth and stared coldly at the screen.
That prostitute.
“If we’re aiming for high scores, it’s better to choose one character and delve into her in depth,” Wen Ting said. “I’ve decided to draw her from now on.”
Gong Baidie frowned, and Wen Ting conceded, "Then you choose one?"
Gong Baidie didn't speak, but smiled and kissed him. "Anyway, you're never happy with whoever I draw. You only like this one, right—"
She took the phone and waved it in front of Gong Baidie.
Gong Baidie glanced over, and the coldness in her eyes melted away considerably.
She changed the lock screen again, putting much more effort into it than the previous flat painting, reaching the standard of a commercial work. It depicted the scene of him putting on a shirt in a dimly lit office.
The somber hues and the pure white dress piled up at the man's feet. Gong Baidie objected, "I didn't let your clothes fall to the floor."
“I know you’re the most considerate.” Slender fingers stroked his cheek, and a gentle kiss landed on his chin. “The clothes on the ground are just a mark—I want to leave my mark in your picture.”
Her mark is at the bottom of the wallpaper;
And from the edge of the wallpaper, half a butterfly wing on the wall cabinet was visible.
That was the mark of Wen Ting's palace white butterfly.
Gong Baidie leaned on the table and deepened the kiss.
He began to drift into a daze, began to pant, and his face flushed with an unbearable surge of passion. His head gradually tilted towards the butterfly's wings.
Wen Ting pushed his strong arm. "No, I didn't finish my OA tasks for today because I was drawing this wallpaper."
“Time is running out,” she winked ingratiatingly. “You don’t want today to be our last day, do you?”
Gong Baidie pursed her lips, "You don't need to draw it so carefully. I won't let you get into trouble on the day of the assessment."
"Oh dear, so you've started abusing your power for personal gain?" Wen Ting laughed. "We'll see later. I can still handle things now."
She believed that Gong Baidie would protect her now, but she didn't want to develop a habit of relying on him. Besides, she wasn't painting for the OA mission, but for Fei Yangsi Li.
She must acquire the skills of the white ice dragon.
A beautiful little princess, a pure white little princess, she sings praises to her with the gentlest of strokes.
She has to fall in love with her.
Within a week, everyone who was able to remove their work badges did so.
At the same time, while the number of people in the building has decreased, the quality and quantity of daily OA task submissions have both increased.
With the second round of assessments fast approaching, everyone was glued to their workstations, an invisible pressure gripping every survivor.
Every time she passes by the corridor and sees her colleague drawing on the screen, Chaochao gets goosebumps.
These people are all crazy.
The environment became increasingly oppressive, and the idea of resigning became more and more vivid in Chaochao's mind.
"What are you doing?"
The sudden noise startled Chaochao so much that she dropped her phone, which fell to the ground.
DD picked it up and saw the resignation screen on the screen.
"Are you courting death?"
"I was just looking." Chaochao took back her phone.
"Tomorrow is the second assessment." DD pulled out his chair and sat down. "According to Windy's previous prediction, the zombies from the last round will appear in this round, and there will be many more of them than in the first round."
"Our number of ability users has increased three or four times compared to the first round," Chaochao shrugged. "Easy peasy."
DD silently took a sip of his cola.
This was one of the rewards he received for removing his employee badge.
"Give me a sip!" Chaochao snatched it away. "Great, you actually got your favorite cola. I also want to drink milk tea and eat fried chicken."
DD's expression was a little serious. Chaochao took small sips of her cola and asked him, "What are you thinking about?"
“I’m wondering if there’s a world level here,” he said.
The 'world level' that DD mentioned refers to the fact that in some games, the level of monsters increases along with the level of the main character.
"Assuming the first assessment day is Lv.1, our combat power has now increased fivefold, and the monster's stats may also have increased fivefold."
Chaochao's expression stiffened for a moment. "It can't be that bad, can it?"
"Yeah, I was just worrying a little."
"Stop jinxing me! I'm off work now, so don't overthink it. Going home and getting some sleep is the most important thing."
DD glanced at the deepest workstation and asked, "Where's Windy?"
“What time is it?” Chaochao yawned. “Of course she’s off work.”
At 11 p.m., the computers outside were all lit up; on the eve of the big battle, everyone was still working on their OA scores.
"Are you sure?" DD asked.
"Of course, Director Gong came to pick her up personally, and the two of them left all lovey-dovey."
"They'll be separated once they leave the company building, so why should they walk together?"
"You don't understand. That's how it is during the honeymoon phase. Every minute you spend together is precious."
"I'm leaving." Chaochao handed him back the Coke she had only taken two sips of.
DD, this weirdo, has to have a Coke Americano every day. Knowing he likes Coke, she didn't let him drink much of it.
"Every morning!"
Chaochao turned her head, "Hmm?"
DD squeezed the Coke can, making a crackling sound.
"What's wrong?" Chaochao asked, puzzled. "Tell me."
“I…” DD paused, hesitant to speak, looking somewhat dejected and exhausted.
"Later," he said, tossing the half-empty can of Coke into the trash can. "Don't go out tomorrow morning, I'll come to your room to find you."
"You're being so mysterious. Don't come too early, I can't get up."
"Um."
After Chaochao left, only DD remained in the office.
He glanced at the surveillance camera in the corridor.
Outside of working hours, most electrical appliances are powered off, including surveillance cameras.
After much hesitation, he got up and went to Wen Ting's workstation.
He opened Wen Ting's drawer, pressed the power button, and checked her computer.
Just as Wen Ting knew the passwords of the three group leaders, DD, who had worked under Wen Ting for a year and a half, also knew the PIN code for her computer.
If this computer has been logged into someone else's OA account, it may leave some traces.
Wen Ting doesn't understand computers, so she most likely won't delete those traces.
...
Time passed by second by second, and the start of the assessment day was getting closer and closer.
The survivors held several meetings to discuss countermeasures and established several battle points.
The character group 9 has two ability users whose skills complement each other, and they are considered a small point.
Wen Ting brought Gong Baidie to the Ninth Group office early in the morning; the two younger ones had arrived before them.
She judged that there would be no danger this time, but she still couldn't help feeling nervous and kept checking her phone every now and then.
"Director, how did you spend your last assessment day?" Chaochao was also nervous, and when she was nervous, she would find someone to talk to.
Gong Baidie replied, "I locked the office door from the inside."
Chaochao's eyes widened: "That's it?"
Gong Baidie nodded and smiled, "That's settled."
"Sister, why don't we go to the director's office?" Chaochao immediately said to Wenting. "His office has cement walls and a sturdy door."
"So we can't observe what's happening outside." Wen Ting rejected her idea and sent a message in the OA group:
"If anyone sees any corpses resembling Ge and Gulanda, please let me know."
In the last round, she risked her life to damage the vital parts of two corpses; it's unknown whether they will reappear in this round.
If it doesn't appear, it means her guess was correct, and this time she will do everything she can to persuade others to destroy the body.
If it appears, it means that the corpse monster's fatal points are not in the brain and heart, and we must find their weaknesses as soon as possible.
Therefore, whether it appears or not, it is important intelligence.
There's so much information to gather; staying in Gong Baidie's office would be a complete waste.
After sending out the notification, Wen Ting suddenly noticed that someone was watching her.
She looked up and met DD's gaze.
DD awkwardly looked away.
I got nothing out of OA last night.
Perhaps he didn't have backend access and could only see a limited amount; perhaps Wen Ting really didn't do anything; or perhaps—she, like him, discovered that the surveillance would stop after get off work, so she swaggered to the workstations of the missing people and used their computers directly.
The scene from the last assessment day is still vivid in my mind.
DD still remembers the two candies that Wen Ting handed to him and Chaochao when she was slumped on the ground.
The blood on her hands stained the candy wrapper, and so did his; the candy smelled of blood and corpse.
My impression of the group leader is that of a strong, hardworking, and gentle older sister. DD never expressed anything to Wen Ting, but simply rejected two attempts by other groups to poach her.
While checking Wen Ting's computer, he sincerely hoped that all of this was just his malicious speculation and his petty thinking.
Wen Ting noticed DD's scrutinizing gaze, but Gong Baidie noticed it even earlier.
He smiled at Wen Ting with an innocent, harmless grin.
Wen Ting frowned and shook her head.
DD spent more time with her than Chaochao, and he wasn't as fiercely opposed to evil as Chaochao. Even if he discovered something, he could probably understand her.
His skills were so powerful that Wen Ting really couldn't bear to part with him.
Gong Baidie's smile gradually faded as she shook her head.
He sat expressionless in his seat, showing little interest even when Wen Ting playfully beckoned his little finger.
Wen Ting knew he was jealous again, so she turned his hand over and traced his palm with her index finger:
QAQ
He lazily lifted his eyelids, unmoved.
Wen Ting raised an eyebrow and began drawing hearts non-stop, one after another, from his fingertips to his wrist, until Gong Baidie could no longer bear it and grabbed his fingers, at which point he blinked innocently.
The smooth, rounded fingernails tickled him, and the love in his hands, imbued with that itch, seeped into his very bones, leaving him no choice but to surrender.
A lingering tingling sensation stirred within Gong Baidie. Wen Ting abruptly withdrew her hand, picked up her phone, and stared sharply at the pop-up OA message.
She withdrew her hand extremely quickly, completely dispelling the lingering aftertaste, leaving him with nothing.
"They're here!" Chaochao exclaimed softly.
At 9:00 AM sharp, the OA system sent out the "March Beginning-of-Month Performance Ranking".
Wen Ting clicked on it and immediately saw her ranking.
"Ahhh, Windy, you're in fifth!" Chaochao jumped up. "You're safe!"
She cheered even more than if she had gotten fifth place herself.
Wen Ting's expression, however, was not good.
Despite losing so many strong competitors, she barely managed to stay in fifth place.
While the fact that she spent time dating played a role, it also shows that her skills were only considered to be at the bottom of the first-rate in Green Forest's art team, and there was still a huge gap between her and the chief.
"What's wrong, Windy? Are you unhappy?" Noticing Wen Ting's unhappy expression, Chaochao suppressed her excitement.
Wen Ting shook her head. "I'm safe, but you're all in danger."
DD glanced at her again.
"It's alright, we have the skills," Chaochao said, noticing Gong Baidie who didn't have a work badge. "Director, don't worry, we won't..."
"Chao Chao," DD interrupted her, "go to the location of Group Seven."
"What?" Wen Ting asked in confusion.
"Huh? Oh." Despite the sudden request, Chaochao agreed.
Although Chaochao also found it strange, DD came over this morning and repeatedly begged her to do so.
She glanced at Wen Ting, who didn't have an employee badge, and asked DD, "Are you really sure? Maybe I should stay here?"
"What's wrong?" Wen Ting sensed something.
DD emphasized, "Go to Group Seven!"
He rarely spoke so sternly, and Chao Chao picked up his long spear, saying, "Alright, alright."
"Wait a minute." Wen Ting stood up. "Why is Chaochao going to Group Seven?"
Chao Chao tried to explain something to Wen Ting, but DD pushed her out of the office door.
He locked the door from the inside and quickly pulled down the blinds to block out the outside light.
Wen Ting narrowed her eyes, "Something happened..."
boom--!
The roar of the water drowned out her voice.
Without a word of explanation, DD suddenly drew his sword, and a blue light shone in the dark room. Wen Ting turned her head sharply and saw Gong Baidie enveloped by a giant shadow.
A hybrid of a whale and a shark appeared out of nowhere and crashed down on him!
DD's employee ID card lay at his feet.
With a splash, Wen Ting was swept back a few steps.
Even if it's an illusion, the moment the enormous creature, resembling a whale or a shark, lands, a realistic spray of water hits you, as if you were standing in a raging wave.
Wen Ting hurriedly grabbed the table, and when she looked up, she saw Gong Baidie being swallowed by the blue shadow.
He disappeared into the vast blue shadow.
Wen Ting refused to believe that Gong Baidie had been eliminated so easily.
She quickly observed and saw a wisp of gray smoke fall behind DD.
The next moment, Gong Baidie appeared in the smoke, silently appearing behind him. Her left hand, gloved in black, gripped DD's neck like an eagle's claw, and slammed him onto the table.
"Uh..." With his upper body pinned down, DD instinctively struggled for a moment before quickly realizing what was happening and raising his katana to slash at Gong Baidie.
The unopened knife struck Gong Baidie's arm, but he didn't move a finger, and a circle of gray smoke rose around him.
The long, stainless steel knife was corroded and melted at the point where it came into contact with the white butterfly.
Clang
The upper half of the knife broke off and fell to the ground, while the lower half was held in DD's hand. The broken edge was pitch black, and the metal dripped down like melted chocolate.
Wen Ting stared at Gong Baidie's back, which was facing her.
She opened the drawer and reached for the fruit knife inside.
"That's it?" Gong Baidie looked down at the young man under his palm, finding the other's gaze laughable.
Their eyes met, and DD suddenly raised his left hand.
He suddenly pulled out a bundle of cut electrical wires from under the table and stabbed it into Gong Baidie's neck.
He cut and bundled the wires at two nearby workstations together, five or six strands of copper wire twisted into a cone, and kept them electrified. No one knew when he had made these preparations.
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Author's note: DD and Die Die, the two younger brothers, got into a fight.
(Actually, there's nothing funny about it, but images of a carp jumping around with its mouth wide open and a butterfly flapping its wings in a fit of anger come to mind.)
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