Wen Ning was going berserk in her dream, furiously hacking off her boss's dog head. At that question, she answered almost without hesitation, "I want you dead!"
Then she went right ahead and slapped the "idiot boss"!
Working stiffs carried a lot of resentment. A little understanding, please.
Who knew that slap would actually make a sound!
Smack.
The crisp sound of the "slap" rang out resoundingly in her ears.
Wen Ning vaguely sensed that something wasn't quite right...
Oh no. Had she actually lost her mind and given her boss a great big slap?
That would be-
So. Damn. Cool!!
It was fair to say that the sheer satisfaction of that all-too-clear smack woke Wen Ning up!
But the moment she opened her eyes, she was dumbfounded!
Where was her beanbag chair? Her cartoon throw pillow? Her two huge, absolutely enormous cabinets of blind-box figurines?
Where was this place, so shabby it looked like a stable?
Wait! Something seemed to be moving under her feet?!
Thinking she had stepped on a dead rat, Wen Ning felt a chill run down her back and launched herself straight into the air!
But when she looked closely, she saw that it wasn't a dead rat at all, but a living, breathing person!
A thoroughly bedraggled... man.
The man struggled to support himself, rolling over from where he lay face-down on the floor until he was facing up at her.
The light in this dilapidated room wasn't very good.
But Wen Ning still saw his features clearly.
It was a face that could bewitch all living beings.
His features were sharply defined, as though sculpted, with high brow bones and long, narrow, deep-set peach-blossom eyes. His pupils were pitch-black. They were clearly the kind of eyes that would look tender even gazing at a dog, yet now they brimmed with mockery and coldness, radiating such oppressive force that no one would dare meet them.
Perhaps that last lash had been too vicious. The man lowered his lashes and coughed weakly a few times.
Wen Ning then saw that beneath his disheveled white shirt, his gaunt body was crisscrossed with bruises and bloody welts.
Some had clearly only recently healed before being whipped open again, skin split and flesh torn.
Aside from his face, there was practically not a patch of uninjured flesh on him.
The sight made her heart pound with alarm, and he looked... so pitiful.
Wen Ning's breath caught.
The next second, she saw him turn his head and cough hard several more times.
Wen Ning suspected that if he kept this up, he might cough up blood.
Yet the man didn't care at all, as though these injuries were as ordinary as everyday meals to him, something he had long grown accustomed to.
His thin, cracked lips moved. His abyss-black peach-blossom eyes stared straight at her, like a lurking beast watching its clown of a prey bounce around wildly. In a hoarse voice, with something not quite a smile, he asked, "Wen Ning, have you had enough fun?"
Wen Ning, suddenly called out by name: "?"
Huh? Who? Me?
Wen Ning's expression turned solemn as she sank into thought.
Could it be that I was too embarrassed to hire a male model in real life, so after thinking about it day and night, I hired myself one in a dream?
But the way this male model's looking at me-sheesh, he looks like he wants to pounce on me and stab me to death. Where's his professional ethi-
No, wait!
Wen Ning's eyes slowly widened!
What was it like to have a best friend who was a villain's diehard fangirl?
It meant that even if you didn't buy what she was selling, her repeated brainwashing would still make you remember all the villain's distinguishing features and iconic scenes!
Wen Ning swiftly scanned the man's face again!
Those signature peach-blossom eyes, pupils as black as an abyss, and the two teardrops hanging at the outer corner of his left eye, the only light in that abyss.
Like two tiny stars.
That was how the author always described them.
Wen Ning's gaze darted downward again!
Sure enough, the little finger of his right hand, braced against the floor, was slightly twisted!
She remembered her best friend saying that when the villain was little, his classmates had cornered him in the bathroom and stomped on his right little finger until it broke. From then on, he had developed the habit of using his left hand!
Wen Ning sucked in a breath of cold air!
Barring any surprises, this man before her, with Guanyin's face and a heart of snakes and scorpions, was Bo Yan, the strongest psycho villain in the novel her best friend was following!
And she-
She glanced at the little leather whip in her hand, then at the old and new lash wounds on the man's arms and body!
Wen Ning's pupils violently contracted!
Her sucker of a best friend had actually called it!
She really had transmigrated into that accursed female supporting character!
It took Wen Ning just 3.1415926 seconds to accept this reality.
Great. Just great. Absolutely wonderful!
By day, I'm an ox and horse for an idiot boss. By night, I transmigrate into a book as the vicious female supporting character, haha!
This is just so "awesome"!
Wen Ning, the modern-day working-stiff emperor who had apparently been driven insane: Since I'm here, I might as well go crazy!
So I hear you're a psycho villain? Then I simply have to get a taste of how salty you are!
A sharp crack rang out!
The leather whip struck the floor with a piercing sound.
Wen Ning swung the little leather whip like a man lassoing horses. "Had enough fun? How could I possibly have had enough!"
A strange "keh-keh-keh" laugh rose from her throat. "Tremble, Bo Yan! You've finally fallen into my hands!"
The man's twisted right little finger twitched twice. The curve of his lips grew colder, his eyes filled with hatred.
He had known this woman had an ulterior motive for marrying him.
As the woman advanced step by step, swinging her whip, Bo Yan moved his left hand from the floor behind him to the small of his back.
There was a military knife there.
He tilted his head up, a faint smile suddenly surfacing in his eyes.
There was a hunting ground in the mountains behind the Bo Family estate, where several wild boars were kept for the rich and powerful to hunt.
That person had thrown him in there several times. Even he had nearly died in that hellhole, let alone the delicate young lady before him.
Should he kill her first, then feed her to those wild boars?
Or throw her straight into the mountains behind the estate and watch the boars devour her bit by bit?
The smile in Bo Yan's eyes grew increasingly bloodthirsty. The hand at the small of his back was slowly drawing out the military knife; clearly, he had made his decision.
But the next second, his vision went dark!
Instead of striking him, the whip in Wen Ning's hand looped around his neck, and she swiftly pulled him before her in an extremely intimate pose.
Bo Yan froze!
Before he could react, he suddenly felt something cool against his lips!
Having planted a fierce smooch on the villain, Wen Ning curled her lips into a Nike smile, pinched his chin, and said with wicked, domineering swagger, "Don't worry. I'll be sure to love you properly tonight~"