In just a few seconds, countless complicated expressions flitted across Bo Yan's face.
Shock, bewilderment, humiliation and anger...
In the end, they all turned to disgust.
A flash of murderous intent passed through his eyes, and Bo Yan sneered.
In the next blink, that cold, sharp dagger was pressed against Wen Ning's neck.
In an instant, red appeared on her fair, swanlike neck, its skin as smooth as congealed cream.
Her pupils trembled, but she quickly steadied herself.
Seeing her so composed, Bo Yan raised a brow, a trace of disbelief surfacing in his eyes.
Usually, the slightest pain had this young lady shrieking and throwing tantrums at him.
Tonight was certainly a novelty.
But that surprise was soon replaced by mockery and coldness.
"Have you gone mad?"
Bo Yan's voice was hoarse and low with coldness as he asked.
Though phrased as a question, his tone was certain.
For that fine older brother of his, she was no longer even afraid of dying.
Come to think of it, she had been willing to marry him for that fine older brother of his. What else wouldn't she do?
A cold smile slowly curled Bo Yan's lips.
In that case, tonight he would grant-
"You're right!"
The woman's sharp, piercing voice interrupted Bo Yan's thoughts.
Bo Yan paused. His peach-blossom eyes abruptly narrowed, his cold, heavy gaze shifting left to land on the two hands tightly clutching him.
Wen Ning, who had just been acting wickedly charming, wildly arrogant, and badass beyond belief, folded in a second!
Bestie, you were right. This villain really is insane!
Before the blade cut her neck, Wen Ning hadn't been afraid at all. Or perhaps she hadn't woken up yet and had simply been saying whatever came to her in her dream.
But when that military knife sliced a cut into her neck-
Out of the corner of her eye, bright red blood streamed down her neck.
The glaring red and the belated pain made Wen Ning realize that she really had transmigrated into a novel, becoming the vicious female supporting character-a vicious female supporting character who might very well kick the bucket ahead of schedule!
Everyone feared death.
Wen Ning occasionally lost her mind, but she didn't want to actually lose her life in this godforsaken place.
Bro, I haven't even collected this month's pay yet! Once I get it, I can make the down payment. Once I make the down payment, I'll have a home of my own.
From then on, she wouldn't have to be caught between her divorced parents, putting them in a difficult position.
And she would finally no longer be without a home...
With a beautiful future within reach, how could Wen Ning let herself die in this inexplicable world inside a novel?
Making a split-second decision, Wen Ning grabbed the man's hand.
The cold-blooded, merciless archvillain her best friend had said would later strike terror into people at the mere mention of his name was now right in front of her, alive and breathing.
The archvillain's bony hand was scorching hot, so hot that cold sweat broke out across Wen Ning's back.
She immediately roared, "I am mad!"
Bo Yan looked utterly unruffled, as if he had known it all along.
Then he heard Wen Ning roar again, "Mad about you!"
Bo Yan: "..."
Her tearful, impassioned words lingered in the air.
Bo Yan's left hand, which held the knife, trembled twice, almost imperceptibly.
Like... me?
In all his life, this was the first time anyone had told him they liked him.
As if he had heard some enormous joke, Bo Yan tugged at the corner of his mouth and drawled lazily, "You like me?"
Wen Ning beamed like a blooming flower and nodded vigorously.
But then the archvillain suddenly asked, "What about my older brother? What is he, then?"
Wen Ning fell silent for a few seconds, then ventured, "He's-part of our play?"
Bo Yan: "..."
The archvillain's strange expression made Wen Ning's scalp prickle. But she had already committed this far to the persona; she couldn't let all her efforts go to waste. Clutching his hand, she immediately continued her heartfelt confession. "You think I did this for Bo-"
Wait, what was the male lead's name again?
Forget it, that's not important!
"You think I only married you for your older brother?" Wen Ning gazed at him with tears in her eyes.
Bo Yan's lips curved, but there was little amusement in his eyes. "Why else?"
He wanted to see just what trick she was going to pull next.
Wen Ning knew Bo Yan wouldn't believe her so easily. He was the novel's big boss, after all, and his guard was exceptionally high.
Remaining in the same position with the knife against her, she drew a deep breath and continued with tender devotion, "Bo Yan! Are you an idiot? Who would treat their own marriage as a joke? If I really liked your brother, with the Wen Family's standing, I would have had plenty of chances to marry him! I married you, of course I married you because-"
"I like you!"
Just listen to that! Listen!
What a sincere, moving confession!
And yet-
Bo Yan still watched her through languidly lifted eyelids, wearing the ghost of a smile, as though enjoying a show.
Sweat rolled down from her temple. Wen Ning swallowed with difficulty.
What do I do? The archvillain doesn't seem to be buying it...
Seeing Bo Yan still watching her with leisurely composure-
He was clearly the one pinned beneath her, disheveled all over.
Yet now, the one left utterly wretched and overpowered was her.
For a moment, Wen Ning's heart pounded like a drum.
If the soft approach won't work, I'll use force!
You're a crazy bastard, huh? I'll take you on!
Wen Ning immediately gritted her teeth and threw herself at him without a care!
Her movement was so big that the sharp blade scraped across her neck, leaving a long bloody line, blood streaming down.
In the brief moment Bo Yan was stunned, the woman before him tackled him flat!
Enduring the pain in her neck, Wen Ning wrapped her arms around his waist and began kissing him all over-
"I like you so much, Bo Yan."
"I like your eyes, I like your nose, and I like your mouth too."
"I like you so, so much."
"How can you be so beautiful, Bo Yan?"
At that moment, Wen Ning looked exactly like a lovesick pervert who had been obsessing over the man before her for years!
Caught completely off guard by Wen Ning's move and taken advantage of several times in a row, Bo Yan's face could not have been darker, his gaze frighteningly sinister!
He covered the woman's face with his large hand and ruthlessly shoved it away.
Who knew this woman would act like a pervert and seize the chance to plant several kisses on his palm?
After kissing it, she even shamelessly said, "Bo Yan, are you rewarding me? You're so good to me, Bo Yan!"
The tips of Bo Yan's ears reddened. Losing his composure entirely, he snapped, "Are you sick in the head?"
Wen Ning lifted her reddened almond-shaped eyes and grinned at him like a lovesick creep. "I am sick. I love you so much that I'm beyond saving. You're my medicine, and I need to take my medicine now!"
With that, she made to pounce again!
Her shameless words and actions left Bo Yan at a complete loss. He reached for the knife, but instead of finding it, he accidentally touched the woman's leg.
Wen Ning's eyes instantly lit up, and Bo Yan inwardly cried, This is bad!
Sure enough, before he could pull his hand away, this madwoman pinned it firmly against her thigh.
Now even Bo Yan's eyes reddened with anger. "Are you a pervert?"
Hearing that, Wen Ning grew even more enthusiastic. "Isn't that perfect? Everyone says you're a madman! I'm a pervert, you're a crazy bastard-we're a match made in heaven!"
Bo Yan: "..."
Bo Yan had never been so speechless.
Humiliated into anger, he flung her aside and quickly pushed himself to his feet.
But because he was badly injured, he staggered as he rose.
By the time he steadied himself, Wen Ning, whom he had flung aside, had already crawled over to him. Like a female ghost, she tilted her head up and chuckled. "Your tear mole is so beautiful, Bo Yan. What does it taste like? Is it sweet? Can I have a taste?"