After the Villain Slacked Off | Author: Lord Ba [Complete + Extras]
Synopsis 1:
In his previous life, Cheng Yu had been a villain—a vicious antagonist in a domineering-CEO romance who fought his male-lead brother for their parents' affection, the family fortune, friends, and women. To drive the plot and advance the romance between the male and female leads, he worked tirelessly, neglecting sleep and food, only to be thoroughly dealt with by the male lead before the ending. But once the story was over, Cheng Yu was reborn. Sick of the original plotline, he decided to slack off.
Synopsis 2:
At first, Cheng Yu joined the entertainment industry just to build a following and name recognition, then start his own jewelry brand. Then he realized he'd miscalculated. After idols debuted in China, there was no mature platform for them to showcase themselves! Watching all those poor kids who loved singing and dancing being forced to become actors or leave the industry altogether because they had no stage—
As a villain, Cheng Yu naturally believed the one who'd made the wrong choice wasn't him, but the world. So the great villain finally reached his limit and decided to spend a fortune creating his own music-show platform.
Later, he went on to build his own fashion and entertainment empire.
Cheng Yu: I've been reborn, so first I'll set myself a small goal. For example, making a trillion.
Keywords: Protagonists: Cheng Yu, Pei Yan | Supporting cast: | Other:
One-line summary: The great villain's self-cultivation is changing the world.
Review:
In his previous life, Cheng Yu had been a villain—a vicious antagonist in a domineering-CEO romance who fought his male-lead brother for their parents' affection, the family fortune, friends, and women. To drive the plot and advance the romance between the male and female leads, he worked tirelessly, neglecting sleep and food, only to be thoroughly dealt with by the male lead before the ending. But once the story was over, Cheng Yu was reborn. Sick of the original plotline, he decided to slack off.
The writing is smooth, humorous, and thoroughly satisfying. With a wildly inventive premise, the author tells a funny story about a bipolar male lead who, after being reborn, remains convinced he is lost in a dream—and becomes more and more uninhibited. The author is determined to see the male lead through his over-the-top villainous path to the very end. After all, a great villain's self-cultivation is changing the world.
2019-09-13, the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Two black Maybachs traveled along the mountainside road, where maple leaves layered the slopes, and came to a slow stop in front of a sanatorium halfway up the mountain. The driver, dressed in a black suit, got out and walked around to open the other door. A tall, slender figure bent to step out. The deep autumn sunset fell across the man's face, its rose-gold glow tracing his handsome, refined features.
The staff gathered in front of the villa called out in unison, "Mr. Cheng."
Cheng Shao gave a slight nod. "Thank you for your hard work."
The doctor at the head of the group smiled. "It's no trouble. It's what we're here for."
Cheng Shao nodded. "How is A-Yu?"
The name seemed to have a magic of its own. As soon as Cheng Shao said it, his usually cool demeanor softened noticeably, and even his ever-calm eyes revealed a hint of a smile.
The doctor from earlier sighed, looking a little troubled. "Little Mr. Cheng's condition..."
He looked at Cheng Shao, hesitating to continue.
Cheng Shao's heart sank. Without a word, he passed the doctor and the other staff and strode into the sanatorium. Two bodyguards hurried after him, carrying food boxes filled with mooncakes and all kinds of snacks.
When Cheng Shao entered the room, the first thing he saw was a man strapped to a wheelchair. The man was exceptionally handsome and wore the sanatorium's standard white patient's uniform. Even in such a disheveled state, his disdainful gaze and the faintly wicked arrogance in his expression were impossible to ignore. Though he sat in a wheelchair and had to look up at others, the slight lift at the corners of his eyes and the flashes of cruelty in his gaze still made people wary of taking him lightly.
That was why the medical staff only dared to keep their distance, making sure the man wouldn't hurt himself or anyone else if he had an episode.
Cheng Shao's eyes fell on the man's hands. They had once been slender and pale, but now they were streaked with blood. The knuckles where his palms met his fingers were a bloody mess, and beads of blood trickled from his fingertips. Yet the man seemed not to feel a thing as he leisurely toyed with his fingers.
The medical staff nearby explained nervously, "Little Mr. Cheng won't let us get close, so we haven't been able to bandage his hands."
Cheng Shao nodded, took the medical kit from the young nurse, and waved for everyone to leave. Holding the kit, he knelt in front of the man and sighed, gentle but helpless. "A-Yu, what are you acting up about this time?"
Cheng Yu gave a snort and tilted his head, amused. "You tell me."
Cheng Shao sighed silently. Why bother guessing when the reason was right there in front of him? A-Yu had always cared more about his family and friends than anything else, but he was stubborn by nature and could never express himself properly. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival today. Of course A-Yu was thinking about their parents and grandparents.
The dead were gone, but this kid was hurting and refused to say so. Naturally, he'd have to make a scene. In the past, Cheng Yu could take it out on other people. But now that Cheng Shao had locked him in a sanatorium, with no outsiders around to torment, the brat had started tormenting himself instead.
Cheng Shao took bandages and antiseptic from the medical kit. He truly had to admire Cheng Yu's talent for getting into trouble. To keep the brat from hurting himself again, he'd already had the sanatorium replace everything in the room with padded furnishings. But even under the close watch of several medical staff, Cheng Yu had still found a way to get himself battered and bruised.
As Cheng Shao bandaged Cheng Yu's hands, he tried to talk him down in a gentle voice. "...Grandma and Grandpa's car accident was just that—an accident. Mom and Dad's plane crash was an accident too. None of it was your fault. Don't keep making things difficult for yourself or getting stuck in a rut. If you keep tormenting yourself like this, you'll never get better."
Cheng Yu lowered his head, expressionless, and stared at Cheng Shao's hands as they bandaged his own. He knew Cheng Shao was right. But he couldn't get past it. Every night, unable to sleep, he tossed and turned, thinking that perhaps Chen Lingyun had been right. He really was a jinx, born under an unlucky star. Otherwise, why did everyone connected to him end up meeting a bad end?
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