Long Haochen's Protest!

"I protest. Old Three, you wicked stepfather, how could you do this to my Cai'er?" Long Haochen said in grief and indignation.

Old Three: "You're still dead. Protest denied."

Long Haochen: "Then if you've got the guts, don't let me live!"

Old Three: "You said it. Don't forget, I'm the Creator God. At worst, I'll just end this book early."

"You..."

"Boss, I was wrong. Spare me—and spare Cai'er too."

Old Three: "Cai'er has given so much for you. You said it yourself, I'm the wicked stepfather. So shouldn't I torment you for once too? Besides, you're the male lead. You need to take responsibility. You should be tormented even worse than Cai'er, right?"

"..."

"What will it take for you to spare me?" Long Haochen asked through gritted teeth.

Old Three said leisurely, "Begging me is useless. Beg your food-and-clothing providers instead—the brothers and sisters of the Tang Sect. If they cast more votes for you, I'll go a little easier on you."

Tears streaming down his face, Long Haochen turned toward the screen. "Thud..."