Chapter 3: Seducing my brother-in-law is my destiny, I understand.
Wen Yao had no classes the next day, so she played games until midnight and then slept until noon.
Cannon Fodder Wen Yao is an art student. She has fewer classes in her senior year, but she still works very hard. She really loves painting and practices every day, so Fu Jin's house also has her art studio.
Wen Yao walked in curiously, and then felt a chill run down her spine when she saw her brother-in-law standing in front of half a wall.
People are painting, drinking water, attending art exhibitions... all sorts of scenes are there, you can imagine that the person painting is a complete voyeur.
The original owner was too bold, not even bothering to act. Although she didn't allow others to come in normally, what if someone did? She just left it there so openly?
She truly deserved to die; her sister left quickly, leaving her to clean up the mess.
Wen Yao, in tears, transformed into a nimble monkey and began to remove the paintings one by one, preparing to destroy the evidence.
[Ding, quest triggered: Wen Yao deeply loves the genius painter Fu Lizhi, regarding him as her guiding light, and has painted countless works for him.]
[Before completing the mission to change fate, please continue to paint for Fu Lizhi, at least one painting per month, and carefully preserve them.]
Wen Yao's expression turned ugly, and she slammed the painting on the ground. "What kind of mission is this? What happened to the system that supposedly defies fate? Why is the mission coming back to square one?"
If you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet.
Once her ulterior motives towards her brother-in-law are exposed, will she have a good life? This is just adding to her troubles!
[I'm sorry, host, I can't fight against the world's consciousness right now, I can only follow its arrangements.]
However, I've also secured benefits for you. If you complete your monthly tasks and check in, I'll give you a performance bonus of 10,000 yuan.
Wen Yao was damnably tempted. Before her car accident, she was just an editor at a small company. She did all the interviewing, researching, writing, and layout work. She worked herself to the bone and only earned seven thousand yuan a month.
Now, I can earn 10,000 yuan a month by painting just one picture, even though I risk being caught cheating.
But since I can't refuse the task anyway, I might as well do it.
“I’m telling you, I don’t want money, I just love painting. I’ll forgive you this time.”
"Let's avoid these life-threatening missions in the future, okay?"
It's difficult, but every step you take closer to defying fate gives me more autonomy and allows me to secure better missions.
[Keep it up, host!]
Wen Yao lowered her head to organize the paintings. She had already figured it out: 8848 was a useless system, and there was no point in making things difficult for it.
However, the task requires careful preservation after completion. How can one complete the task while also ensuring safety?
Or should we buy a safe specifically for storing paintings?
...
Wen Yao thought about it a lot and decided to take advantage of her free time to paint a picture and earn a small goal of 10,000 yuan.
But the moment I picked up the pen, I froze, and couldn't help but swear:
"Holy crap, 8848!"
"I can't draw at all!"
Although the original owner was always troubled by his mediocre talent in drawing, even the most mediocre drawing skills were still his.
Wen Yao couldn't draw a single thing; she majored in Chinese Language and Literature.
8848's dying struggle: [Why don't you try drawing it?]
Wen Yao remained silent, put down her oil paintbrush, and chose a pencil that might be more suitable for her.
He laid out the paper, put pen to paper, and concentrated completely.
Lifelike stick figures gradually appeared on the paper.
"..."
[...]
Wen Yao and 8848 remained silent, gazing at each other with nothing but disappointment.
【I'll do it.】The mechanical voice of 8848 is no longer cold, but rather filled with a deep sense of helplessness.
"Hehe, Brother 8, you're also an artist." Wen Yao smiled obsequiously, showing great flexibility.
No, but I can replicate the scene, like printing it.
In other words, each painting is as rigid and standardized as a photograph, devoid of any soul.
But Wen Yao doesn't need a soul.
"I love you, Brother 8, you're such a good companion for working people."
[12 minutes and 31 seconds ago, you were still thinking to yourself that I was useless.] 8848 doesn't fall for Wen Yao's sweet words.
"I may be a bit cheeky, but I have you in my heart~" Wen Yao made a giant heart shape with her fingers towards the void.
Next, Wen Yao pretended to spend several hours in the studio, seemingly diligent, but in reality, the system did the whole thing to complete an oil painting.
Unfortunately, the painting wasn't of my brother-in-law; it was just a regular still life. The system can only print scenes that I've already seen.
Wen Yao stroked her chin, realizing she needed to find a way to meet Fu Lizhi and gather material for her "painting".
Fu Jinzhi has asked her to attend a banquet tonight; she wonders if she'll get to see her brother-in-law.
That evening, Fu Jinzhi casually sent one of his assistants to pick up Wen Yao.
Come to think of it, the two of them weren't close enough for Fu Jinzhi to condescend to them; they were just a couple in name only.
Following her assistant into the sprawling manor, the naive Wen Yao couldn't help but look around.
The manor's marble-paved path is flanked by fountains in the style of Moses parting the sea, with light strips shooting out fiery water droplets as they splash, creating a grand and stunning effect.
In order to maintain her image as a rich young lady, Wen Yao relayed the few words of knowledge she had just heard from the system to her assistant.
"This estate is really nice. The fountain must be the masterpiece of Master Farmor. The design also has his charm. I wonder what other surprises are inside."
But then she saw her assistant looking at her with a strange expression.
Wen Yao felt a chill run down her spine from the stare and quickly contacted the system: "8848, did you look up the wrong information?"
Surely this fountain has nothing to do with some Master Farmor? That would be incredibly embarrassing.
8848 was even more excited than Wen Yao; it screamed:
Didn't you see the plaque outside the manor? Wen's Manor, this is your home!
[Don't you know what surprises await inside? You're just adding unnecessary details.]
Wen Yao was so embarrassed that she started picking at her Barbie Dream Mansion with her toes. Little did she know that this Wen family was actually her own Wen family!
However, this wealthy family ended up letting their daughter starve to death on the streets, showing how heartless the rich can be.
Fearing that Wen Yao might make another fool of herself, the system quickly transmitted relevant information about the Wen family to her.
The information is pitifully scarce, only the location and layout of the manor and the appearances of the Wen family members.
"This is too vague. It doesn't even describe the personalities of the parents and brother," Wen Yao complained.
[It's already good enough that cannon fodder characters have a basic background; do you really expect them to have detailed character biographies?]
Feeling that 8848's temper was getting worse and worse, Wen Yao thought to herself, maybe the system is going through menopause too.
Sensing her thoughts, 8848 frantically bombarded Wen Yao with middle finger emojis via brainwaves, leaving her dizzy and unable to do anything but apologize.
The assistant escorted Wen Yao to the lobby entrance and then left, leaving Wen Yao to act alone.
She peeked into the hall, where elegant ladies and swaying wine glasses filled the air. Wen Yao, dressed in a gorgeous evening gown she had never worn before, felt utterly out of place in her "own home."
"8848, actually I'm a shy and sensitive little girl..."
Ugh!
Wen Yao's emotions hadn't even had a chance to build up before the system interrupted her, making her clench her fists in anger.
Just as he was about to punch the system in the head in retaliation, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure walking towards him in the distance.
He was tall and handsome, and bore a striking resemblance to Wen Yao's husband.
Good heavens, it's Fu Lizhi!
Wen Yao sneaked behind a pillar, not wanting to cause trouble, but things didn't go as planned.
[Ding, quest triggered [Yearning for the Male God]: Wen Yao's admiration for Fu Lizhi has reached the point of obsession; every time they meet, she tries every means to touch her male god.]
[Please have at least one physical encounter (not a social one) with Fu Lizhi before the banquet ends. Completing this task will reward you with a random skill.]
[Ah, host, the world's consciousness is trying to eliminate us again. I couldn't defeat it.]
The mechanical sound of 8848 was full of frustration.
Wen Yao's face was ashen, her eyes filled with tears. She wanted to punch the useless 8848 to vent her anger, but she also wanted to punch herself to end her life.
In the end, he simply accepted the task.
Fine, hooking up with my brother-in-law is my destiny, I know.
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