Bastard, I'm Asking You—Do You Love Me or Not, Asshole?

The call boy took off his sunglasses and mask, revealing a familiar face.

It was fucking Gu Yanting, that idiot. No wonder he had that shitty aura.

No thirsty noises!

Wait, how did he get in??

Song Mingzhou's eyes widened in horror. [Little 7, he broke into my home. Should I call the police right away, or follow procedure and beat him up before calling them? Is it illegal to kill him?]

[Ding, plot point triggered. Host asks Gu Yanting whether he loves him, only to be ruthlessly abandoned by him.]

[...]I shouldn't have asked that extra question.

What a pain.

527 sternly reminded him:

[Host, follow the plot properly. Don't mess around. If you fail the mission, you won't be able to return. Think about the billions in assets waiting for you to inherit.]

Oh, right.

Song Mingzhou felt stabbed through the heart.

Song Mingzhou shed tears.

Gu Yanting walked toward him with a cold expression. Perhaps because of what had happened that morning, he had spent the entire day dealing with it at the company, leaving him extremely angry now.

"Why are you pretending to be pitiful? Weren't you pretty capable when you were surfing the internet? I was originally worried about you and wanted to explain things for you in front of the media, but you insisted on making trouble everywhere. That's the biggest difference between you and Shen Qing. He would never throw such unreasonable tantrums."

Song Mingzhou's voice trembled. "Is that so?"

Gu Yanting snorted coldly. "I'll treat what happened today as you drunkenly causing trouble and won't hold it against you. But there won't be a next time. I don't want to see you insulting Shen Qing, and I don't want to see you smearing his name. Even if you helped me before, I don't owe you anything anymore. I have no obligation to coddle you."

Song Mingzhou put down the watermelon. "No, wait a second. I'm a little excited."

"?"

The moment the words fell—

Song Mingzhou suddenly sprang up, grabbed his cane, and viciously swung it at Gu Yanting's forehead. Then he wrapped a thin blanket over his head and gave him a thorough lesson with the cane.

Gu Yanting was stunned from the beating, flailing his limbs as he tried to tear off the blanket.

As Song Mingzhou swung the cane, he cursed loudly, "You think you're all that because I gave you an inch? You ugly toad, and you still dare dream big."

"Back then, even the toilet paper you wiped your ass with was bought by yours truly. You don't owe me anything? Do you have any fucking shame?"

"Shen Qing is your dad, not mine. If you come disgust me again, forget cursing him—I'll beat him up with you, believe it or not?"

The system trembled. [Host, easy, easy! Don't beat him to death. There's still a mission! What about your mission?!]

Oh, right.

Song Mingzhou jumped up and landed another blow. "Say it. Do you love me or not?"

Gu Yanting said, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Song Mingzhou kicked him flat onto his ass. "Bastard, I'm asking you—do you love me or not, asshole?"

Gu Yanting finally tore off the blanket. He reached for the cane in Song Mingzhou's hand, only for Song Mingzhou to take the chance to slap him viciously across the face. "Who gave you permission to snatch Dad's things?"

"?"

Gu Yanting covered his face, disbelief written all over it. "You dare slap me?"

Slap.

Another loud slap, delivered with all his strength.

Gu Yanting covered one side of his face with each hand, his lips shaking with rage. "Song Mingzhou!! You're completely finished! Even if you kneel and beg me, I won't spare you another glance!"

Song Mingzhou's smile froze.

Gu Yanting curled his lips into a mocking sneer. "Regret it now? Too late!"

"You still haven't said whether you love me."

Gu Yanting staggered, then pointed at him and roared furiously, "Love your mother! Let me tell you the truth—you disgust me! Only Shen Qing deserves my affection. I don't like you at all. The person I like is Shen Qing!"

He had expected Song Mingzhou to burst into tears.

Instead, Song Mingzhou frowned seriously. "You love my mom? That won't work. My mom's been dead for years. But I can bury you next to her and make you her male concubine."

"You, you..."

Gu Yanting was too furious to speak.

"Don't mention it. I've got some unopened pesticide here. I'll help you."

The next second—

Song Mingzhou picked up the dark liquid from the table and gave him a sinister smile. Before Gu Yanting could react, he spun over to him, pinched his jaw, and tried to force it down his throat.

"Get lost, get away..."

Gu Yanting shoved him away in panic, and the cup fell to the floor and shattered.

Before he could catch his breath, an ashtray somehow appeared in Song Mingzhou's hand. He raised it and smashed it toward Gu Yanting's head.

Gu Yanting broke down and desperately flung Song Mingzhou away, retreating more than ten steps.

Song Mingzhou lifted his foot and chased after him.

"Stop!" Gu Yanting yelled. "I'm warning you, you have absolutely no chance left! I'm moving my things out right now."

Song Mingzhou said, "?"

[Little 7, he still has things at my place?]

527 poked its fingers together. [Emmm, the original owner bought this apartment before so Gu Yanting could stay here conveniently while filming. He occasionally came over to live here.]

527 added, [It's mortgaged. The monthly payment is nine thousand, and you'll be paying it.]

Then it added, [The original owner only has ten thousand left.]

What the hell.

Song Mingzhou's mouth twitched. Rage surged through him as he raised the ashtray and sprinted at full speed. Gu Yanting's pupils shrank, and he no longer cared about retrieving his things. He turned and ran.

Bang.

The front door slammed shut so hard that the walls seemed to shake.

[Ding, host Song Mingzhou's key plot point has been successfully repaired. Current mission progress: 3/100.]

Song Mingzhou stopped chasing him.

"Lucky you ran fast."

He let out a comfortable breath and put down the ashtray.

That felt great!

Wait.

"Hiss, it hurts, it hurts, I'm dying of pain..." Song Mingzhou grimaced as he held his waist and slowly shuffled toward the bedroom.

[Host, the second bedroom is yours.]

?

Song Mingzhou could hardly believe it. He had bought this home with a mortgage, yet he only deserved the second bedroom—a tiny six-square-meter room with no sunlight.

Other than a small bed, there was only a miniature desk.

Meanwhile, the master bedroom was huge, had a large south-facing balcony, an entire wall of luxurious wardrobes, and a two-meter-long desk.

"That bastard really deserves to die!"

Ignoring the pain in his body, Song Mingzhou immediately contacted someone who collected junk and sold off all of Gu Yanting's belongings.

The old junk collector asked, "Young man, are you selling this computer as scrap too? It still works."

Song Mingzhou picked up the computer, set it on the floor, and elegantly stomped on it, smashing the screen.

The old man was dumbfounded.

Song Mingzhou smiled a little sheepishly. "Uncle, it's scrap now. Weigh it."

The old man said, "...??..."

I don't understand, but I'm deeply shocked.

Song Mingzhou ruined several other valuables on the spot. Anything he could give away, he gave to the old man for free. The old man grinned from ear to ear and practically emptied the entire apartment.

Anything that could not be given away was thrown out.

Song Mingzhou was very satisfied.

Using things stained with shit was bad luck. Better to destroy them all.

Once everything was cleaned up, the apartment was empty and seemed much more spacious, though it was a little desolate.

Song Mingzhou opened his phone and checked his balance. Altogether, he only had 10,112.36 yuan. This month's mortgage payment was due, and after deducting nine thousand...

A tiger fallen to the plains was bullied by dogs.

527 comforted him. [Host, don't lose heart. The original owner recently hanged himself and drank poison to beg for a variety show spot. Filming starts soon, and you'll get some money after it's done.]

Song Mingzhou sat up. [How much?]

[Twenty thousand.]

[...] Song Mingzhou flopped weakly back down. Just then, he saw a Weibo notification from Duan Xun announcing a variety show.

He did not look at the title and simply enlarged the picture.

In the picture, Duan Xun was pulling his shirt apart with both hands, exposing his well-proportioned chest muscles. A black tie was wrapped around his neck, the black and white contrasting sharply. A few beads of sweat slid from his temples, and his whole body radiated overwhelming sexual tension.

Song Mingzhou was getting worked up just looking at him.

A gift from heaven.

This was clearly compensation for transmigrating into a novel—a perfect man tailor-made for him. Even the little mole on his chin was sexy as hell.

527 said, [This is the variety show. It's the first time the main cast gathers together, and it's also where Duan Xun starts going crazy.]

This was an important plot point from the original novel.