Chapter 95, Chapter Forty-Two: The Fantasy Mansion
From junior high to high school, Wen Ting's grades never fell out of the top 30 in her grade.
I got into a regular university.
She only learned before the art entrance exam that not only were the difficulty levels of the exam papers different in different regions, but the admission criteria for universities in the capital also varied from region to region.
Wen Ting's local roommate entered the university with a score 80 points lower than hers, and the difficulty level of her college entrance exam was 0.07 points lower.
My roommate was also surprised, "Didn't they tell you this in high school? They told us all this as soon as we entered high school."
Wen Ting's school didn't mention it.
She asked her high school classmates, and it turned out that the students in the regular classes didn't know about this until after the exam. Many of the college entrance exam rules she knew were only available to students in the advanced classes.
Why is this happening?
Why is her exam more difficult than those in the capital? Why must her score be higher than that of students in the capital? Why do students in the capital know common knowledge that she doesn't?
Because she is not from the capital.
Regardless, Wen Ting was admitted to a university in the capital, becoming "the pride of the whole village," and no one supported her retaking the exam.
There's not much point in repeating a grade before you become a resident of the capital.
Wen Ting's family gave her a lot of living expenses, twice the amount she received in high school, but she couldn't survive more than three weeks in the capital.
Everything is different in the capital.
She was like a sponge plunged into a vast ocean, frantically absorbing the fresh moisture:
Professional courses, fashion, luxury goods, online and offline trends, part-time jobs, social life, and dating.
On her way home during a holiday, Wen Ting ran into a classmate.
The two traveled together and discovered that they were from the same city and hometown.
After that, they kept running into each other. Wen Ting liked him. Although he wasn't as refined and fashionable as the boys in the capital, he and she came from the same third-tier city and had common topics and feelings.
They then began dating.
Two years on campus, and another year and a half after graduation.
At the end of their senior year, they discussed marriage and met each other's parents.
The boy and Wen Ting were different; he lived in the city, while Wen Ting's family lived in the countryside.
Her house is not likely to be demolished, and she has younger siblings. Her parents want a bride price, but they can't even afford a mid-range car as part of her dowry.
At their first meeting, Wen Ting sensed her in-laws' hesitation.
“We are not a wealthy family. We have saved every penny of our lives to support our son.”
“Originally, your aunt and uncle were thinking that after he got married, we would pay 70% of the down payment, and the bride’s family would contribute a little more, so we could buy you a house in the capital. But since your parents have this idea, we won’t force them. Don’t worry, in a few years, the two of us can save up the money.”
"Your uncle and aunt don't care that much about material things. Anyway, everything in the house is for you. We just hope that our grandson will come out soon. One is fine, a girl is okay too."
After they returned from their meeting, her boyfriend translated his parents' words for her: "Xiaoting, actually my parents aren't very satisfied with you. I promised them that we would have a child within a year of getting married before they agreed to our relationship."
"A year?" Wen Ting was stunned. "But I'm only 22. I'm going to be a mother at 23?"
"Many of my high school and junior high school classmates had children at this age. Having a baby at 23 is better for your health, and you'll recover faster. Besides, if you take leave to have a baby at 30, you won't be able to integrate into the workplace when you come back. If you have a baby now, you'll only be 23 after giving birth, and companies will still want you."
“I think you should just move to my place. You can save on rent, and my house is close to your company. I don’t feel comfortable with you living in a place like that. No, I think you should just quit your job. Wanluo is exploiting you so much, making you work overtime every night. How can you get pregnant?”
“Hmm…” Wen Ting couldn’t refute it, “But my first character was only recently launched. If I leave now, I won’t get any of the subsequent commissions.”
"With revenue sharing, it's already a miracle that a micro-sized internet company like yours hasn't gone bankrupt."
“But I’ve been working at Wanluo since my senior year of college.” She paused, then added softly, “The domestic market for adult games is still relatively untapped, so maybe… it will make a splash.”
Seeing that she was a little reluctant, her boyfriend put his arm around her and said, "I didn't mean to look down on your company. Don't be angry. Let's stay for a few more months until we get our bonuses before we leave."
"Thank you," Wen Ting smiled at him.
"Just a verbal thank you?"
"So what do you want?"
He kissed her and said, "Thank you so much for giving me a baby."
"What are you doing? It's still early." Wen Ting scolded him. "Let's make it clear beforehand, only one is needed."
"Afraid I can't afford to raise them?"
“No…” she lowered her gaze slightly, “I just feel that it’s better to be an only child.”
“What’s so great about being an only child?” her boyfriend shrugged, unconvinced. “I’ve always wanted siblings since I was little. Being alone is too lonely.”
“I don’t care. Your parents have agreed.” Wen Ting reiterated, “One is the only one we want!”
"One is fine, one is fine." He affectionately nudged her nose. "Anyway, I already have another baby in my arms."
Desktop Lovers is an episodic game where each character has their own independent story.
The story of Gong Baidie consists of nine chapters. They agreed to hold their wedding after this unit is completed.
But things have changed.
In the third month since the launch of "Desktop Lovers," only four chapters of Gong Baidie's story have passed, and Wen Ting has already received her first bonus since joining the company.
In just six months since its launch, the name "Gong Baidie" has been created by players, has a super topic, a discussion group, and has even made it onto the entertainment hot search list.
Every day, advertisers send collaboration requests to the studio, and Wen Ting's inbox is filled with thank-you notes from players, headhunters, and offers from companies whose qualifications are far beyond her reach.
Wen Ting repeatedly postponed her resignation and marriage.
The reward gave her motivation. She devoted all her time to work, not only having no time to see her boyfriend, but often forgetting to reply to messages for three to five days.
The two began to argue frequently, but Wen Ting didn't even have time to argue.
"Do you even want to get married?!" the man roared in anguish. "Wen Ting, you weren't like this before. You were so gentle in school. Now you get annoyed even when I say something to you. What happened to you... Did you become bad just because you have money?"
He was feeling very distressed. When he looked up, he saw Wen Ting looking at him thoughtfully.
"What are you looking at?" he asked, puzzled. "I'm talking to you!"
"Were you about to cry?" she suddenly asked.
"No way..." He irritably ran his fingers through his hair. "Yeah, yeah! You're driving me to tears!"
“I rarely see men cry,” Wen Ting asked him. “Can you cry for me?”
The boyfriend asked in surprise, "What?"
She pleaded with him, "Please, cry for me once, I need to use this expression."
He stared at her in astonishment, his eyes filled with intense shock and disappointment.
"That expression is not bad either..." Wen Ting murmured. This could be used in Gong Baidie's Bad Ending (BE) side story.
Her boyfriend slammed the door and left, his face flushed red with anger from his neck to his forehead.
Wen Ting realized that her behavior was inappropriate and took out her phone to apologize to him.
As soon as she unlocked the screen, the little figure in ancient Chinese style in the lower right corner smiled at her.
She tapped the button as usual and was redirected to the game interface.
A beautiful woman in blue brocade with a white background stands by the window.
A sprig of red plum blossoms slanted past the window. He reached out to take the flower, noticing her arrival. Gong Baidie turned to the side, tucked her hair behind her ear, and smiled gently: "My lady, you've come."
Wen Ting forgot about her exasperated boyfriend for a moment and poked Gong Baidie's cheek: "Just wait, I'll make a T today."
She immediately turned on the device, picked up the stylus, afraid that she would forget her expressions of anger and rage in a little while.
Her boyfriend asked her if she still wanted to get married—she said she did.
Even with substantial dividends, her salary alone wouldn't be enough to live comfortably in the capital. Besides, Wen Ting had never imagined a life without marriage; no one in her village did.
She was willing to get married and have children, but she didn't have time for a wedding, dating, or sex, she couldn't take maternity leave when the project was going well, and she didn't have time to spend with her children.
Wen Ting frankly explained the situation to her boyfriend: if these problems could be resolved, she would be happy to get married and have children, even two or three.
Her boyfriend looked like he'd seen a ghost: "If you want to break up, you can just say so."
"No, that's not true." Wen Ting hesitated for a long time. "You are my first love. We've been together for so long. How could I break up with you? But marriage is such a big deal, and I have my own needs too."
After a long silence, her boyfriend said, "You have a lot of thoughts, so come find me when you've thought them through."
He left, and Wen Ting was unsure whether she should stop him, but there was no point in stopping him before these problems were resolved.
It's like having a Beijing residency permit and then having to repeat a grade – it's not very meaningful.
Just then, her phone rang; she had set up push notifications in "Desktop Lovers".
A push notification lit up on the lock screen of the man in ancient costume's phone—
[From Desktop Lover]
Gong Baidie: On the third day of the third lunar month, the Shangsi Festival, the spring scenery is already quite lovely. Does my wife have any free time to spend with Baidie?
Has the Shangsi Festival activity for Gong Baidie already started...?
The Miyabi Butterfly story arc ended more than two months ago, and revenue has been a bit slow lately. Hopefully, this event can win back some Miyabi fans.
Wen Ting remembered that after this event, her ninth story would be launched. She hadn't been fully involved in the roles after Gong Baidie, so she needed to communicate with other departments to confirm.
Wen Ting pulled out her memo and checked her upcoming schedule, putting her earlier worries behind her.
A week later, Wen Ting belatedly realized that she had probably angered her fiancé again.
I don't know if he cried again, but it's nice not having to video chat with him every day like it's a daily routine.
When Wen Ting took the last subway back to her converted farmer's house in the urban-rural fringe, the bathhouse she frequented nearby was already closed.
She was extremely busy during this period, with her boss making frequent reforms and she experiencing many conflicts with the company. Even her determination to get married hadn't wavered, and she had several impulsive decisions during this time.
She's received several good job offers; should she just quit her current job...?
When she got home, Wen Ting was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open. She had no appetite for dinner, so she quickly washed herself with cold water, threw her clothes on a chair, and fell asleep exhausted.
Wen Ting felt a moment of guilt for not saying goodnight to her boyfriend before bed, but was quickly overcome by sleepiness.
Fine, this will give her some peace and quiet.
I'll apologize to him again when I'm less busy...
She slept fitfully, having a jumble of fragmented dreams. One moment the new male lead was being criticized for being greasy, the next the revenue from Gong Baidie's new cards plummeted.
Since the game was launched, Wen Ting has always had this dream.
For nearly a year, she has had very poor sleep quality, suffering from sleep deprivation and insomnia, night sweats, constant fatigue, and difficulty falling asleep. She can't sleep soundly and will wake up at the slightest noise.
The same was true that night.
In her half-awake state, she heard a "crack" sound.
The sound was familiar. Wen Ting lay there for a while and realized that it was the sound of her opening the window.
Open the window?
She was lying in bed, and someone was opening the window...
Opening her sleepy eyes, Wen Ting looked out the window.
This small room, only a dozen square meters in size, has only one window, which faces the bed directly.
The rented room on the first floor was dark and damp. During the warm and rainy season in April, if the windows were not opened, the whole room would become a breeding ground for bacteria. Therefore, she would open a small crack every night when she went to sleep.
With a hazy glance, Wen Ting was jolted awake.
The seam was opened.
A figure moved about; someone moved aside the screen window from the outside and climbed in.
He was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, so his face was not visible, but judging from his build, he was undoubtedly a man.
Wen Ting remained stiff on the bed, not daring to breathe.
Her phone was right next to her pillow, but the house was so small that you could see everything from the window. Besides, the intruder was standing at the foot of the bed, watching her without moving. She couldn't possibly pick up her phone to make a call.
What does he want to do?
These days, with electronic payments, there are hardly any thieves. Is he trying to sexually assault someone?
If she cooperates, will she suffer less injury...? But this kind of person is probably infected with an STD, and she'd rather be punched a few times than get infected!
Wen Ting dared not open her eyes, fearing that the other person would discover she was awake and then go berserk.
Time passed slowly, and the man remained motionless, standing at the foot of the bed, scrutinizing her.
The warm bed beneath the blanket was soaked with cold sweat.
What is he trying to do... Could he be a serial killer?!
A barrage of terrifying speculations flooded her mind. She was so frightened that her teeth chattered, and she quickly bit down on the soft flesh in her mouth, afraid to make a sound.
After an unknown amount of time, the other party finally made a move.
He walked to the desk next to the bed, opened a few drawers, and then turned on Wen Ting's computer.
After searching for a while, they left.
Wen Ting squinted and saw that his hands, which were resting on the windowsill, were covered with thick cotton gloves, and his feet were also wearing shoe covers.
The window remained open after he left.
Wen Ting didn't make any rash moves. She lay there for a long time, drenched in cold sweat, maybe half an hour, maybe an hour, until she was sure he was really gone. Then she immediately grabbed her phone and called the police.
Police arrived fifteen minutes later and confirmed that there were indeed signs of burglary in Wen Ting's room.
That wasn't her dream; someone had actually broken in.
In a daze, she followed the police's instructions to check her personal belongings.
Nothing was lost except for her underwear, which she had taken off and thrown on the chair, now neatly placed on the table.
Wen Ting breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Fortunately, her computer wasn't taken away, otherwise the game would have been in serious trouble.
She remembered this lesson and has kept cloud backups enabled at all times ever since.
After a preliminary search, the police found no useful information in the room. The other party had some counter-surveillance capabilities and left no fingerprints or shoe prints.
Wen Ting waited for her boyfriend at the police station late at night. She sniffed and was filled with guilt and emotion the moment she saw him rushing over anxiously.
The project she poured her heart and soul into, which exhausted her health, could be dismissed by her boss with a single word. In the end, all she could rely on was him.
It was too late, so the police told the two to go home and wait for news, promising to notify them as soon as there was any progress.
Her boyfriend absolutely refused to let Wen Ting stay in that first-floor room and insisted that she move in with him.
Unable to find the suspect, and still somewhat traumatized, Wen Ting agreed.
They started living together, and after this incident, their relationship improved considerably, while Wen Ting's conflict with the company intensified.
She thought she might as well take this opportunity to get married and then change jobs.
A week later, the police contacted Wen Ting and asked her to bring her boyfriend over.
Thinking the case had made progress, the two immediately went to the police station.
Wen Ting walked into the police station with her boyfriend, and the police officer in charge of the case naturally stepped between them and hooked his arm around her boyfriend's shoulder.
"Come here, young man." Without saying where they were going or what they were going to do, he led his boyfriend away.
Wen Ting followed, completely bewildered, but was stopped by a female police officer. "Hello, ma'am, could you please verify your information with me?"
Female police officers were extremely rare in Wen Ting's mind. She followed her, and the other woman began to ask her about how she met her boyfriend and how they got along.
About fifteen minutes later, the police officer who had taken her boyfriend away called Wen Ting over.
There were no surveillance cameras inside the urban village where Wen Ting lived, but by comparing external surveillance footage, they found the suspect who committed the burglary.
Wen Ting stared blankly at her boyfriend across from her. He was sitting in the chair in the interrogation room with his head down.
The police explained the contents of the statement to Wen Ting.
Her boyfriend, who had left in anger that day, returned to his hometown and met up with his childhood friend for drinks.
After hearing about their situation, the childhood friend came up with an idea: "She's a girl living alone, why don't you go and scare her a little? Wouldn't she immediately ask you to live with her?"
"She's quite brave; she wouldn't even scream in a haunted house."
"If she's not afraid of ghosts during the day, why wouldn't she be afraid of strange men at night?"
"What a terrible idea! If I scare her like this, the police will be at my door in no time."
"Is there CCTV footage where she lives?"
"...No, not at all."
“You forgot? My uncle is a policeman on our street. I know the police station all too well. There are tons of cases like this, they’re all piled up there. There’s no property loss, so there’s no time to look for them one by one.”
"Besides, you're engaged. Even if you get caught, you didn't hurt her or steal anything. It's just a little squabble between lovers. Your intentions are good; you're worried about her safety living alone. But when parents teach their children about safety, they also pretend to be scammers and bad guys. Doesn't that make sense?"
“Even an upright official finds it hard to settle family disputes. Relatives and friends are unwilling to get involved in the couple’s affairs, and the police are even less willing. I know this very well, so you can rest assured.”
"That's about it," the police officer asked Wen Ting. "Considering your special relationship, the outcome will be based primarily on the victim's wishes."
They found a separate room where a male and a female police officer explained the situation to Wen Ting.
The policewoman sat down next to Wen Ting and said, “If you intend to forgive him, we can understand and we will try our best to get some compensation for your emotional distress; if you intend to pursue this to the end, we will help you with the procedures and teach you how to apply for a writ of habeas corpus later.”
The male police officer added, "But whatever your decision, from a personal perspective, we hope you will treat this relationship with care."
Wen Ting sat there blankly, staring at the two of them.
The policewoman sighed and patted her back. "It's okay, girl. Life is so long, you're bound to encounter some bad things. It's actually a good thing to be able to see things clearly before you get married, right?"
The male police officer stood up and said, "Let me get you some water."
“It’s so different…” Wen Ting murmured.
The policewoman leaned in and whispered in her ear: "What's different?"
“This place is so different.” Wen Ting suddenly laughed, staring intently at her. “The capital is truly a wonderful place.”
How could there be such a wonderful place? Its economy, culture, public security, and government affairs are all advanced and civilized, shining with extraordinary brilliance.
Only in a place like this can one truly live with dignity.
If she cannot live with dignity, Wen Ting would rather die.
"Ha...hahaha, hahahahaha!" She laughed loudly, lying awkwardly on the ground, staring intently at the ice dragon that appeared, just like the way she looked at the two policemen that day.
Gong Baidie slumped down, gazing up at the white ice in the sky.
The code chains binding him grew brighter, illuminating the stairwell with a green glow.
His eyes were wide open, now just bloody holes, with thick streams of sticky black blood flowing down them.
Gong Baidie knew that Wen Ting did not love him.
How could someone like her fall in love with someone else? He used all his strength to earn even a little bit of her hatred.
To be able to see Wen Ting's mad and insane side was already a result he had earned with his life.
He had known all along that she was cold-blooded, selfish, clear-headed, and ruthless.
This kind of woman, this kind of gentle demeanor, reveals her character skills after removing her employee badge.
A passion was born in her heart.
Wen Ting, his Wen Ting, has found love, but it's not with him.
"No..." he murmured hoarsely and numbly, his tears of blood being recycled and corrected before they could even fall.
His pain and despair, which cost him everything, only resulted in her falling in love with another character.
How ridiculous, how absurd!
Her laughter was so smug and arrogant that even he, who was deaf, could hear it clearly.
The ice dragon charged, and he no longer had the strength to resist—but he still had this foul-smelling, broken body.
This festering, rotting, and barely clinging-to-life piece of waste could still be put to use in the end.
The tremor spread from below.
The entire building shook, dust billowed up, and Wen Ting looked up in astonishment to find the ceiling disappearing, revealing a corner of the night sky.
The multi-story building vanished with a roar, leaving only the ten-square-meter stairwell where the two of them were.
He still has energy he hasn't used? He even has the power to remodel the Green Forest Building?
The persistent hurricane suddenly subsided, and now that the rooftops were gone, the wind became gentle and weak.
Wen Ting suddenly realized that this wasn't a renovation, but rather energy conservation!
He abandoned other areas, narrowing the scope of the ghost stories to this square area!
Having abandoned everything outside this place, countless wisps of gray smoke gathered from all directions onto Gong Baidie's body. These recovered forces, like long gray worms, formed small cocoons within his flesh and blood.
Like rivers flowing into the sea, hundreds of gray cocoons undulated and throbbed within the body of the white butterfly, like a heartbeat, like fetal movement.
A strong premonition arose within Wen Ting, and she felt a chill run down her spine.
She stepped back a few inches, but there was no space to hide; she was trapped inside this box of reinforced concrete.
The icy white female dragon swooped down, heading straight for the white butterfly on the ground.
The cold air was like a gun, and even Wen Ting's cheeks went numb from the cold.
*Pfft*—The two collided, and the blood mist and ice mist exploded.
A crimson aura rose from the white, cold mist, like frozen red spider lilies.
The thick fog obscured her vision, but Wen Ting clearly heard the slurring sound of flesh being torn apart.
She stood up, leaning against the wall, and waved away the icy fog in front of her eyes.
Are they dead? Who died?
Click, click, click...
A piercing cutting sound came from the icy mist, accompanied by the heavy thud of falling pieces.
As the mist dissipated, red and white spread out in Wen Ting's eyes.
Hundreds of red butterflies, hatched from their cocoons, clung to the ice dragon, their sharp mouthparts cutting and gnawing at her.
Click, click, click!
Countless insects clung to the dragon's body, like maggots clinging to its bones, and no matter how much the dragon struggled and twisted, not a single one fell off.
The ice shavings ground off by the mouthparts drifted down and covered Gong Baidie, who was kneeling on the ground and could not get up.
He looked up at the tearing of red and white in the cold snow; the tattered red clothes were now completely devoid of intact fabric.
Hundreds of butterflies absorbed his rotting flesh, emerging from his body like cocoons, splattering blood everywhere and creating a spray of blood beneath him.
The ants devoured the elephant, and the ice dragon was bitten into pieces alive.
Chunks of ice shattered on the ground, and the red butterflies clinging to them clung to her until their very death.
They continued to gnaw, not letting go of the dead ice crystals, until those ice crystals were gnawed into the shape of butterflies by the sharp mouths of the insects.
One, two... chunks of ice transformed into butterflies.
The final dragon head landed and was held in place by the butterfly's slender legs, which gradually bit it into a rough, simple butterfly shape.
Beyond the stained red dress, ice butterflies of varying sizes lay atop the splattered blood.
It was crystal clear, snow-white and flawless, yet tinged red by the blood.
It's a butterfly, a white butterfly—
She took off her work badge, and then this pile of white butterflies appeared.
Gong Baidie turned around and chuckled softly at the stunned Wen Ting.
He said nothing, but instead smiled at her with his eyebrows arched, revealing a lewd, sticky, and malicious smile.
Wen Ting stared blankly at the mess on the ground, where ice and blood mingled and mingled, making the small cement box filthy.
After a while, she rushed to the emergency exit and pressed the handle down hard.
The door handle was practically welded shut, making it impossible to open.
She lifted her leg and stepped on the doorknob, standing on tiptoe to touch the sky that had no roof.
The tentacles were bone-chillingly cold, and beneath that illusory night sky was an invisible wall.
We can't get out.
There's no way to get out.
Wen Ting stood there blankly.
Suddenly, she grabbed her hair and screamed hysterically, in a state of collapse and madness.
"How come you can't die! Why can't you die!" She lunged forward, her shoes stomping on the white ice and black blood, which fused and twisted into a chaotic mess.
"Monster! I'll fuck your whole family!" She grabbed Gong Baidie's clothes and hair in a fit of rage, slammed him to the ground, and pounded on him. "Go to hell, you piece of trash! The market has already eliminated you, why aren't you dead yet! What are you doing bothering me!"
The touch of her hand felt like that of a cold, flimsy skeleton, but Wen Ting didn't care. She cried, screamed, and vented all her energy on Gong Baidie.
He was powerless to fight back, lying on his back on the floor, letting her tear at him and beat him.
Black blood spread from beneath him, and most of the skin on his face peeled off, except for the white butterfly pattern, which remained intact and flawless.
No matter how Wen Ting attacked, he maintained his arrogant smile, as if he were the biggest winner in this game.
This expression enraged Wen Ting, who pounded even harder on Gong Baidie's head and chest. Amidst the heavy thud of their fists colliding, a sudden thought struck her—
Wen Ting suddenly stopped what she was doing, remembering the time she saw when she entered the elevator on the ninth floor:
11:31 PM
Her gaze shifted downwards, landing on the name tag that Gong Baidie had put back on her.
The employee badge is refreshed every day. If she took it off just before midnight, then the skills have very likely already been refreshed!
She can do it again!
Noticing Wen Ting's actions, Gong Baidie also realized this huge loophole!
He suddenly raised his hand, grabbed both of her wrists, and swiftly flipped her over, pinning her to the ground.
Judging from his reaction, Wen Ting knew that this method had a chance of success!
With her upper limbs restrained, she immediately curled her legs and kicked him in the lower abdomen. This move, "Rabbit Kicks Eagle," landed squarely on Gong Baidie's lower abdomen, and a large amount of dark blood gushed out. Gong Baidie was completely unaware of it, only holding onto her hand tightly.
"Let go!" Wen Ting twisted her waist and kicked her twice more, each time harder than the last, the force on her wrist increasing proportionally, almost crushing her wrist bones. Her eyes, now filled with pus, stared at her dark, hollow, and she said, word by word, "You're dreaming!"
"Ha. You're the one dreaming." Wen Ting retorted, her hair and clothes stained with blood and mud from the ground. "For a discarded product to survive this long, your dream has been going on for far too long!"
“I advise you to stay put.” His cold, long legs clamped down on her lower body, his forehead pressed against hers, his eyes cold and fierce, and he laughed through his panting breath, “You don’t want to experience what it’s like to have all your joints broken and be able to crawl on the ground.”
"Of course I don't want to." Wen Ting glanced at his hands and feet, which were bent and deformed by the code chain, and sneered coldly: "I would want to kill anyone who breaks one of my fingers. What kind of despicable scum would ask the murderer who hurt him to fuck him?"
Her breathing suddenly became heavy, whether from anger or excitement, it was hard to tell.
"Yes, how despicable I am." He trembled with rage, the shackles scraping together, producing a cold, metallic clang. "I wonder who created such a despicable person as me, stroke by stroke."
"Even dragons have nine sons, so what's so strange about me creating a rotten thing without an anus?" Wen Ting gathered her strength and slammed her headbutt hard onto Gong Baidie's forehead.
After they both fell silent, neither of them made a sound.
Wen Ting's vision went black, and she almost suffered a concussion and fainted.
Killing eight hundred enemies while losing a thousand of your own, Gong Baidie recovered faster than her.
He grinned broadly, exhaling a cold breath: "How's it feeling to fuck a slut with no ass? Do you like it, Wen Ting?"
In the forced silence of excruciating pain, Wen Ting regained her senses and realized that things couldn't continue like this.
We can't let this dead man lead us by the nose anymore.
Calm down, don't forget her purpose. What's a way to make Gong Baidie lower her guard so she can take the opportunity to remove her employee badge?
Wen Ting ignored his provocation and turned her head away, tears streaming down her face from the pain.
She lay in a pool of blood, equally disheveled, her clothes and hair no cleaner than Gong Baidie's.
"Let me go..."
After a long while, she half-opened her tearful eyes and sobbed softly, "Please, White Butterfly...please, I don't want to die here."
Gong Baidie looked at her; the code chain on her body was bright green.
Her face was dirty; it was impossible to tell whether the blood came from the ground or from him, which had congealed into black on her fair skin.
No matter where it came from, it was still his blood.
Her tears flowed from his blood, fragile and distressed, instantly transporting her back to the edge of the Capital Bridge that year.
That was the first time Wen Ting's tears fell on him.
She cried silently and quietly, washing away all his resentment.
What exactly made her download him back on that rainy night, at three in the morning, on the Capital Bridge?
He stared at her intently for a long while, then exhaled a faint, cold breath of blood: "...Okay."
Wen Ting was taken aback.
He used his hands and feet to restrain her, and then used his mouth to wipe away her tears. "I promise you, Wen Ting. But you have to tell me, what am I to you?"
He didn't understand, he just didn't understand, Wen Ting...
Wen Ting looked at him blankly, surprised by Gong Baidie's calmness.
He seemed to have genuinely agreed to let her go.
How could this be... Even though she knew that Gong Baidie had no resistance to her coquettishness, and even after she shot him, in the illusion, as long as she softened her voice and said a coquettish word, he would immediately obey her.
But given the current situation, how could he possibly let her leave just because she said something cute?
A flickering light appeared in Wen Ting's eyes, reflecting a background of surprise and uncertainty, against which were black and red blocks and a chain of green code wrapped around them.
He looked back at her, his once refined phoenix eyes now only showing festering, bloody holes.
Not only his eyes, but his head, arms, and body could hardly be called "human" anymore; all Wen Ting could see were some pitiful patches of color.
When did Gong Baidie become like this—a worm with broken bones that can only crawl?
Wen Ting remembered that it started when she said she wanted to ride a carousel.
"A little coquetry, gentle tenderness."
"If you beg me, maybe I'll let you go."
He did say that, but how could it be true? He must have been playing a trick on her.
Even the most love-struck person wouldn't forgive a heartless man just because he said something coquettish.
Why did he say that?
Why is she so obsessed with "acting cute"? She doesn't have the ability to awaken the power of words.
Wen Ting carefully observed Gong Baidie's expression to judge whether he was sincere. At the same time, she dug out a casual memory from the depths of her mind:
"I've taught you—be a little cute, Xiaobai."
To diminish his perceived danger, she once coaxed him, saying, "Any disagreement between husband and wife can be resolved by being affectionate."
couple……
Good heavens, this stupid and pathetic madman actually listened to that.
Wen Ting, with tears streaming down her face, tried hard to suppress the triumphant smile on her face.
"You ask me, what are you?" Her eyes were pitiful, and she sighed sadly, "Bai Die, how many times have I lost my memory since the beginning of the ghost stories, and how many times have I fallen in love with you."
"I like you," Wen Ting said in a sweet, lingering voice. "You are my first role, the one I put the most effort into creating. How could I not like you?"
The restraints on his body slowly loosened.
His eyelashes, stained with black blood, trembled. He was in a daze, murmuring with relief, "Really?" His voice was as clear as glass, carrying a touch of innocent naivety.
Wen Ting braced herself against the floor and propped herself up.
"Of course it's true." She smiled gently.
The next moment, she abruptly ripped off her employee badge—without hesitation.
The white light shone again.
The skills have already been refreshed just after midnight.
She shoved the frozen Gong Baidie away, as if tearing off the garbage stuck to her body.
"I've lied to you so many times, why don't you ever learn?"
One second he had the strength to crush her wrist, but with this push, he couldn't get up. He was like a blood-soaked rag soaked in sewage, staring blankly at Wen Ting.
"Oh dear, look at your expression." He lost his strength, and Wen Ting stood up in the dim white light, smiling. "Alright, out of respect for the dead, I'll say a few kind words to you."
"Of all those lies, there's one thing I didn't tell you—"
Blood dripped from her clothes as she leaned down and whispered to him, "I really did think about marrying you... What a pity, you have to die now."
Gong Baidie closed her eyes, concealing her bloodshot eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.
Without a miracle to turn the tide, he will turn into putrid pus and blood, dissolving in the cement box he tried to give himself.
She had given him so many hollow heart-shaped gift boxes; this was the first and last box to contain a gift.
It contains succulents.
Although the box is made of cold, gray steel and concrete, not a pink heart.
The biting cold condensed from his toes upwards, freezing him inch by inch, delaying the fatal blow.
Is this all the Ice Dragon Prostitute's ability, this long-winded and hesitant manner?
Gong Baidie numbly half-lifted her eyelids, then froze on the spot.
Opposite him was Wen Ting, who was equally stunned.
There is no second ice dragon.
She took off her work badge, and under the white light, instead of an ice dragon, ice butterflies fluttered and danced on the ground.
The butterflies gnawed by insects are rough and crude, and their flight is stiff, showing no trace of the graceful lightness of butterflies. They look more like heavy dung balls struggling in the mud of blood and water.
They struggled out of the filthy filth and attacked Gong Baidie, clinging to his body and piling up from his feet.
Frozen pieces of white ice froze him, the white stained with blood.
Gong Baidie stared blankly as the white butterfly flew towards him, then looked up at Wen Ting.
"No, no!" Wen Ting said urgently, "It's because I've said too much to you before! Love is just the result of repetition. It's impossible for me... It's also possible that I hate you. Hate and love have similar emotional fluctuations. Who knows how this employee ID card is determined? Anyway..."
She didn't know why she was explaining, and she stammered halfway through before abruptly stopping.
She held her breath, staring blankly at Gong Baidie who had interrupted her.
"Mmm." He made only a slight nasal sound, and then, in this cold, smelly concrete box, he gave her a bright smile.
The smile was dazzling and unfamiliar, even clearer and cleaner than the one in front of the roller coaster, as radiant and innocent as a flower.
He created it stroke by stroke by Wen Ting, yet Wen Ting had never seen Gong Baidie with this expression before.
Even in the game, when the Gong family was still intact and he was a carefree young nobleman, he never showed such a carefree smile.
Even without him uttering a word, Wen Ting could read the emotions in his smile—
He had no other desires, Wen Ting.
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