Chapter 64

Translator: Abo Dammen

Hearing this question, Qin Guchuan’s eyes didn’t even flicker. 

Chen Lu had just told him about the other things that happened after he finished acting out the plot, including asking this question to his entire class before him. Not only was he not the first, he wasn’t even in the top ten for the “sponsorship qualifications.” If they were taking numbers, his would be close to thirty.

What was so special about that?

Qin Guchuan sneered coldly internally and said in a steady, calm voice, “Since that room in the Qin residence was given to you to live in, it’s yours from now on. You can go back anytime, even after the plot ends, Young Master Lu of the Qin residence.”

After saying this, Qin Guchuan reached out and patted Chen Lu’s head. “Don’t be afraid.” 

As someone who had transmigrated, living in this place that constantly reminded him he wasn’t the original “Chen Lu,” what kind of feelings did Chen Lu have in his heart?

Did he feel this was really his home? Qin Guchuan didn’t know, but he didn’t mind giving Chen Lu a place where he could stay long-term.

Hearing this answer, Chen Lu didn’t make a sound. He looked quietly at Qin Guchuan for a few seconds, then, as if nothing had happened, started flailing his arms and legs at Qin Guchuan. “Stop talking nonsense! If you didn’t say you’re willing, that means you’re not willing!!! Rawr!!!”

“You’re shy, aren’t you?” Qin Guchuan laughed, looking at the troublemaker, easily holding Chen Lu at bay with one hand. 

“No,” Chen Lu said through gritted teeth.

“You’re shy,” Qin Guchuan stated firmly.

“Get lost!” Chen Lu added a kick to the fight.

In the end, to soothe Chen Lu’s wounded heart, Qin Guchuan arranged a luxurious feast for him—two more dishes than usual. 

Previously, Chen Lu had also wondered how Qin Guchuan, such a busy man, had time to prepare a bunch of dishes every day. Then he understood the next day.

Money could solve everything, especially when the rich person owned a luxury hotel nearby.

The chef would prepare the dishes and deliver them fresh. He could have anything he wanted.

However, Chen Lu also made it clear he wasn’t someone who could be appeased with just two extra dishes! He chose to start his stream early today to accuse his teachers, classmates, and friends of their crimes against him, attempting to find these villains among his nearly million viewers. 

While Chen Lu was doing “bad things” online, Qin Guchuan was doing “bad things” offline.

He now had to play the role of a domineering CEO who, upon learning that the news of him keeping Chen Lu had been exposed, wanted to vent his anger for his lover. Thus, the all-purpose assistant Zhou Ji, who had already gone home to rest, received another message from his boss.

Qin Guchuan: Investigate who exactly is saying these unclean things about Chen Lu on the XX University forum! [Link]

Zhou Ji: Okay, President Qin. 

Zhou Ji replied first, then clicked the link.

His heart sank upon seeing the title. He hurriedly scrolled down, his anger rising as he read the first dozen or so posts. But the further down he went, the more something felt off. By the time he finished, his mind was filled with nothing but ellipses.

This speechless and absurd tone felt familiar to Zhou Ji, strongly reminiscent of a certain someone.

But putting the later posts aside, the first dozen or so posts felt really unpleasant, full of strong malice. Maybe it was just that the later posters had steered the tone better. 

These people who only dared to act out online really did deserve some punishment.

Holding this thought, Zhou Ji swiftly began his investigation.

The structure of a university’s self-built forum was quite simple. Soon, Zhou Ji obtained the list of participants in that thread.

His first instinct was to look at the scum who posted the first dozen or so messages. Then he saw that all these posts, under different temporary IDs, pointed to the same name—Chen Lu. 

Zhou Ji: “…”

Knowing the poster’s identity, Zhou Ji looked back at those dark, twisted, filthy posts, unsure how to react internally.

One could only say, as expected of Chen Lu, always appearing where he least expected and doing things he wouldn’t dare imagine.

Zhou Ji finally packaged the investigation results and sent them to Qin Guchuan. He thought it might be rejected again, but it sent successfully on the first try. Inexplicably, Zhou Ji felt a bit flattered. Then, less than a minute later, a new message from his boss appeared on his phone. 

Qin Guchuan: I knew it was them! Fang Qizhi, Feng Zhiqiu, and all those others who spouted filthy words at Chen Lu must pay the price for their actions!!!

Looking at the reply time, which wasn’t even enough to download the attachment, Zhou Ji’s mouth twitched.

Boss, if you’re going to pretend, at least pretend a little better. You’re making it hard for me to comment.

Although when he saw the first dozen posts were all by Chen Lu himself, Zhou Ji more or less knew this was another one of his boss’s new “plays.” But could he not cooperate? Of course not. 

A six-figure monthly salary job wasn’t easy to find these days.

But putting aside Madame Feng as the original poster, what price was Fang Qizhi, who only posted various “Just bumping the thread” messages, supposed to pay?

Drink a bottle of mineral water?

Zhou Ji grumbled internally, but with the spirit of a true wage slave, he replied seriously to his boss. 

Zhou Ji: Okay, President Qin.

After replying to Qin Guchuan, Zhou Ji looked at the livestream of “Just Passing By” on his screen and sent a text message.

Zhou Ji: Mr. Chen, President Qin says those who said unpleasant things to you in the post yesterday must pay the price… (Eyes wildly hinting.jpg)

Soon, in the livestream, Chen Lu looked down at his phone, quickly finished off the opponent he’d been toying with, and after the match ended, picked up his phone. While casually chatting with his viewers, he replied to Zhou Ji’s message. 

Thus, Zhou Ji heard Chen Lu’s voice through his headphones, “You’re asking who I’m chatting with? Of course, it’s my little lover~~ He’s super cute. If you tease him a little, he gets embarrassed and starts coughing like crazy, hehehehe.”

Looking at the barrage flying across the screen, filled with “Understood, it’s Younita,”

“Sounds like Kaka,” “Set sail, Chacha, he’s calling you again,” Zhou Ji, who had really been choked by Chen Lu’s words and coughed violently several times, suddenly felt that their President Qin was really having a hard time.

Judging by the different IDs on the barrage, there were at least thirty or forty completely non-repeating nicknames. 

The extent of Chen Lu’s playboy tendencies was truly admirable.

May President Qin survive in the warm waters of this sea king.

With a bit of schadenfreude, Zhou Ji opened his phone and looked at the message Chen Lu had sent back.

Chen Lu: Okay, I’ll post the apology thread right away. 

…So you were just waiting for my text notification, huh?

Zhou Ji felt the words “tool person” were written all over him.

In the stream, Chen Lu continued tapping on his phone. Soon, Zhou Ji noticed the other had finished his operation, put down his phone, and calmly started a new game.

Zhou Ji re-entered the forum and, sure enough, found several new apology posts. Clicking on any one revealed such sincere and heartfelt content, making one feel the deep remorse within. 

If one ignored the fact that they were all posted by Chen Lu.

Zhou Ji felt the words “tool person” on him were shining brightly.

But this didn’t seem like a bad thing either.

Thinking about it carefully, it was actually quite convenient for him. Feeling how cooperative the people he needed to “punish” were, Zhou Ji immediately sent a message to Fang Qizhi as well. 

Zhou Ji: President Fang, President Qin says you and Madame Feng must pay the price for your actions.

Fang Qizhi: Tell him to go die!

Even though he received an abusive message, Zhou Ji inexplicably felt a sense of comfort.

So there are still normal people like me in the world! 

But right after feeling comforted, Zhou Ji received a new message from Fang Qizhi.

Fang Qizhi: I lost two million on XX stock today, that was your doing, right! Who told you to cancel Aunt Feng’s membership card at the coffee shop? Don’t you want Aunt Feng to enjoy her coffee properly anymore!

Zhou Ji: “…”

You just spoil them! 

Losing the last normal person around him, Zhou Ji’s mouth twitched.

Zhou Ji: Yes, President Fang, it was all my doing.

Zhou Ji replied smoothly, joining the ranks of those who spoiled the duo.

—— Fang Qizhi’s company went bankrupt, and the money in his hands was rapidly disappearing. He knew all this was Qin Guchuan’s doing. 

—— Everything he did to Chen Lu had been discovered by Qin Guchuan.

——He loved Guchuan-ge so much, yet Guchuan-ge actually targeted him for that little bitch’s minor grievance. He didn’t even start that post, he just echoed a few times, merely stating the truth. After so many years of affection since childhood, for the sake of a “Chen Lu,” Guchuan-ge wasn’t prepared to leave him any sentiment at all.

——Why does Guchuan-ge have to protect that guy so much!!! That damned vixen “Chen Lu”!!

——He absolutely cannot let “Chen Lu” have it easy. Fang Qizhi’s state of mind had completely twisted. 

When Fang Qizhi felt the strange surge of anger, he carefully examined it and vaguely truly felt the “real” thoughts within “his own” heart.

Although he already believed this world was a book and he was a villainous male supporting character who liked Qin Guchuan, truly facing “his own” inner thoughts, Fang Qizhi couldn’t help but feel that this shitty world should just be destroyed.

After feeling depressed, Fang Qizhi frowned, thinking about “his own” final thought of absolutely not letting Chen Lu have it easy. His mood became even more heavy.

If “his” mindset was already this distorted, did that mean he had to directly attack Chen Lu with a knife next? 

Or a car accident? Or some other accident? Countless murder scenes flashed in Fang Qizhi’s mind.

After all, based on the occasional snippets revealed by that brainless guy Chen Lu, it seemed he was about to exit the stage.

Would exiting the stage mean going straight to jail?

With a heavy heart, Fang Qizhi finished watching Chen Lu’s stream. As someone with a natural instinct for being top-tier, even in revenge, Fang Qizhi couldn’t help but conjecture towards the most extreme directions. Just as he was internally contemplating 108 ways to dismember a body, he received a text from Chen Lu. 

Chen Lu: You can come to my classroom tomorrow and tear up my painting!!!

Chen Lu: Hooray!

Chen Lu: Looking forward to your makeover results!!!

Fang Qizhi: “…” 

Fang Qizhi: “……..”

So “not letting Chen Lu have it easy” means tearing up his painting?! This method is so lacking in X-factor!

It feels like all my earlier worries were fed to the dog!

For a moment, Fang Qizhi didn’t know whether it was better to be a criminal or to be a dumbass. 

In short, this world should just be destroyed, Fang Qizhi thought with utter serenity.