"Bo Yan, one day as husband and wife means a hundred days of devotion. For the sake of all our years of marriage, I beg you, please let me go, please-ah!"
Waves battered the yacht, one after another.
The woman being dragged along, suspended behind the yacht, was submerged in seawater from the neck down.
Her skin was wrinkled and puckered from soaking, making it clear she had been in the seawater for some time.
Another wave surged over her head, swallowing her pleas for mercy along with her.
When the wave receded, the woman desperately scrambled upward.
She clung to the leg of the man standing on the yacht as though grasping at a life-saving straw, trembling as she pleaded through her tears. "I know I was wrong. Bo Yan, I really know I was wrong. I shouldn't have schemed against you. I shouldn't have tampered with your car..."
"Bo Yan, please, just let me off this once, okay? I'll divorce you. I'll divorce you right away..."
"I beg you, please let me go, please..."
The woman wept like pear blossoms drenched in rain, looking rather pitiful indeed.
The man standing on the yacht sighed softly.
His features were naturally gentle, and that sigh made him seem like a god taking pity on all living beings.
The woman thought she was saved and nearly burst into tears of joy.
Yet in the next second, she saw the man draw a military knife.
He toyed idly with the sharp military knife as though it were a plaything.
Lifting his deep-set, peach-blossom eyes, he glanced nonchalantly at the terrified woman before him.
As though anticipating what would happen next, the woman trembled all over, and even the hands clutching his leg began to shrink back.
She shook her head incessantly, repeating over and over-
"No..."
"Please, Bo Yan, don't..."
"No-ah!!!"
Her scream pierced the eardrums.
The corner of Bo Yan's mouth curved upward. He clicked his tongue softly and wiped away the blood that had splashed beside his eye in disgust.
"We've barely even started."
Compared with the humiliation and pain she had inflicted on him, what he was doing now amounted to less than a ten-thousandth of it.
But he had little interest in playing with her any longer.
There were simply too many people who wanted him dead.
Wen Ning alone was hardly worth wasting much of his time on.
Bo Yan rose, a trace of bloodthirsty coldness creeping into his beautiful peach-blossom eyes.
He lifted his foot-
The once spoiled, overbearing woman who had freely humiliated, beaten, and cursed him was kicked into the sea just that easily.
The seawater swallowed Wen Ning, submerging her.
There was one fewer person in this world who wanted to kill him...
"Aaaah, the female supporting character is finally out! What do you think, Ningning? Wasn't that satisfying?"
"Bo Yan really deserves to be Ocean Persimmon's hottest male supporting character this month! He's so insane! I love him so much!"
When Wen Ning returned after making herself a cup of coffee, her best friend was still gesticulating wildly on the other end of the video call.
Like a corpse, she tugged at the stiff corners of her mouth. "Insane? Is he as insane as me? I'm already so insane I want to charge straight into that bald bastard's house and take his head!"
Knowing how hard Wen Ning had been working, her best friend joined her in cursing her boss for a few minutes before once again trying to force this novel down her throat-
"When the Delicate Little Flower Cries, the Capital's Crown Prince Coaxes Her Softly" was a sweet romance that had recently become a huge hit on Ocean Persimmon.
The story was very clichéd: an aloof, arrogant crown prince of the capital's elite had a one-night stand with the delicate little white flower female lead, who then ran away with a bun in the oven. Years later, they reunited after their long separation, and a series of melodramatic breakups and reconciliations unfolded because of the child.
The main story had few real highlights, relying on tropes that had been done to death on Ocean Persimmon. The real draw was the novel's villainous male supporting character-Bo Yan.
Bo Yan was the classic beautiful, powerful, and tragic character. Bullied in every way imaginable since childhood, he finally managed to reclaim his place in the Bo Family. He had thought he could live out his days in peace, but then-
Don't panic, buddy. Your bitter days are still ahead.
The sheer misery of it was hard to put into words.
In short, his mother didn't cherish him, his father didn't love him, and his wife constantly schemed against him, wanting him dead. Even the female lead, the only person who had ever been his salvation, abandoned him at a critical moment and chose the male lead.
By the later part of the main story, Bo Yan had become someone everyone wanted dead as soon as possible, someone whose every extra second alive was a menace to society.
The reason readers stayed hooked on the novel was that they wanted to see Bo Yan take revenge, as well as how he would ultimately end up.
And in the latest chapter, the brainless, vicious female supporting character who had oppressed the villain for two years-his vicious wife-had finally died!
Her best friend was a diehard Bo Yan fangirl. The moment she read the scene where the female supporting character got her boxed lunch, she had video-called Wen Ning to scream about it!
After screaming, she hadn't forgotten to add, "Ningning, I suggest you read this novel when you have time. This female supporting character has the exact same name as you. Watch out-you might transmigrate into the book one day!"
Already in a "passionate romance" with work, Wen Ning's fingers flew across the keyboard as she replied perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, okay. I'll read it. If I really transmigrate one day, I'll help you find out just how insane your villain hubby is."
Despite saying that, Wen Ning didn't take her best friend's warning seriously at all.
The odds of transmigrating into a book were even lower than winning the lottery.
She had bought scratch cards for ten years without winning a single prize. How could she possibly transmigrate into a book? What a joke.
Yet perhaps because heaven had seen her buy scratch cards for so many years without winning once and pitied the poor thing, it decided to give her something big this time.
That night, Wen Ning came home after working overtime, closed her eyes, and fell straight asleep.
While she was sleeping soundly, a hoarse, cold, and harsh voice suddenly rang out beside her ear-
"What exactly are you trying to do?"