After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Gong, I Ended Up with the Cannon Fodder - Chapter 10

Yin Man’s leg showed no signs of recovery. After days of repeated attempts, she felt nothing, and her newly kindled hope was extinguished.

Liu Siyin’s injuries weren’t severe, but she remained hospitalized for observation.

In the warm afternoon sunlight, Yin Man sat in her wheelchair while Liu Siyin sat on the hospital bed. They held hands, facing the window to bask in the sun.

It was a rare moment of tranquility.

Yin Man thought this wasn’t so bad. There was a certain warmth to it, and even if it was fleeting, it should be cherished.

Liu Siyin’s mood had improved significantly since Yin Man had brought her away from the Liu Family. Though still afraid of the dark, she clung to Yin Man’s hand, as if that could soothe her inner fears.

Yin Man had never truly experienced love. What she shared with Liu Siyin didn’t count; Liu Siyin was dependent on her, and Yin Man felt only pity for her.

Bathed in the warm sunlight, Yin Man began to feel drowsy.

Just as she was drifting off, the hospital room door opened. A young woman entered, and Yin Man’s gaze immediately fell on her legs. The woman wore a short skirt, revealing long, pale, slender, and beautiful legs—a fair assessment, Yin Man thought.

The presence of strangers in the hospital room made Liu Siyin unconsciously tighten her grip on Yin Man’s hand. Yin Man reassured her, “It’s okay.”

Yet her gaze drifted involuntarily to the girl’s legs. Noticing Yin Man’s stare, the girl spat, “Pervert!”

This was an instinct inherited from the Original Host’s body, a fact that frustrated Yin Man, who felt she lacked complete control over her own body. Still, since the girl had stormed into Liu Siyin’s room looking for trouble, a few glances seemed hardly excessive.

The girl tilted her head haughtily, glaring at Yin Man. “Yin Man, you bullied my cousin and her husband! Today, you’ll pay with your life!”

“Who are you?” Yin Man searched her memories thoroughly, but couldn’t piece together the girl’s identity. She had no choice but to ask. The girl pointed at herself in disbelief. “You’re asking who I am?”

“I’m the younger sister of your ex-girlfriend!” The girl’s tone was venomous. Yin Man pressed her aching temples. “I’ve had too many ex-girlfriends. Be specific.”

“Jiang Yan!”

Jiang Yan—the beautiful doctor from the original novel, the Jiang Family’s young mistress, and a friend of Mei Xuying. She had served as Yin Man’s personal physician for a time, seemingly because Yin Man, finding Jiang Yan attractive, had forced her into the role.

During that time, Jiang Yan was at Yin Man’s beck and call. Yin Man would often call Jiang Yan late at night, making her run errands all over the place, which made Jiang Yan despise her.

Another woman who hated the Original Host, and one who would later join Yin Youxia and the others in targeting Yin Man.

The Original Host not only had numerous romantic debts, but she was also remarkably skilled at making people hate her.

Yin Man couldn’t remember much beyond that, and she had even less recollection of this so-called cousin. It was likely she was just another cannon fodder character.

Yin Man stroked her chin, blinking slightly. “She’s dead?”

The girl shook her head gently. Yin Man’s lips tightened, and her voice turned icy. “If she’s not dead, what’s this talk of paying with her life?”

“You—!” The girl was so furious she couldn’t speak. Yin Man ignored her, turning her gaze to Liu Siyin, who had remained silent since entering the room, only gripping Yin Man’s hand tighter. Yin Man patted Liu Siyin’s hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry, she’s just a crazy woman.”

“Yin Man, who are you calling crazy?!” The girl had just returned from abroad and had long heard of Yin Man’s notorious reputation, including the stories of what Yin Man had done to Jiang Yan. Hatred had been simmering in her heart for a long time.

No sooner had Jiang Wan returned than she heard that her future cousin-in-law had been hospitalized after Yin Man stabbed him with scissors. She rushed to confront Yin Man, figuring that ignorance was no excuse for her audacity in barging into the hospital room.

Yin Man’s indifferent attitude infuriated Jiang Wan. “Yin Man, would you be happy if your scissors had killed my cousin-in-law?”

Scissors.

Yin Man’s mind clicked into place.

“Is your cousin-in-law Wang Gu?”

She hadn’t realized Wang Gu’s fiancée was Jiang Yan. How had she forgotten? It was a pity, really. In the novel, Jiang Yan had been portrayed as an ethereal, otherworldly beauty. To see her reduced to marrying a man so easily blinded by superficial charm was truly tragic.

Despite these thoughts, Yin Man’s eyes showed no sympathy. She even squeezed the small hand she held in her palm. “You’ve said your piece. You can leave now.”

Seeing that Yin Man had no intention of engaging further, Jiang Wan shifted her gaze to Liu Siyin. The girl’s exquisite features made Jiang Wan pause for a moment before she pulled up a chair and sat by the bedside. “Pretty younger sister, why would you come to Yin Man? She’s a beast! You wouldn’t believe how she beat my cousin when they were dating. Her back was covered in bruises.”

“She’s probably got some physical defect and a twisted mind, like those eunuchs in TV dramas. She’ll hang you up, strip you naked, and whip you. Then she’ll stick those long needles into your legs…”

This wasn’t slander; the Original Host had actually done all those things.

But… the Original Host had only hired Jiang Yan as her personal physician for two years, right?

When did she start sleeping with Jiang Yan?

Not only was there no mention of this in the original novel, but even the Original Host’s memories contained nothing about it. Yin Man had good reason to suspect this girl was trying to frame her.

Liu Siyin seemed terrified, her body trembling slightly. She couldn’t help but bite her lip, a habit Yin Man knew all too well. “Don’t bite,” Yin Man snapped.

The shout only frightened Liu Siyin more. Her eyes rimmed with red as she slowly released her lip. Yin Man’s gaze turned impatient as she glared at Jiang Wan. “Get out!”

The girl bristled. “Yin Man, what right do you have to yell at me?”

“Just a few days ago, you couldn’t even speak.” If the Original Host were here, she would have thrown her to the sharks long ago. The fact that she was still hopping around in this hospital room made Yin Man suddenly appreciate the Original Host’s temper. Just as she was thinking this, a black-suited bodyguard knocked and entered. “Miss, what’s wrong?”

Yin Man never lacked obedient tools. She ordered, “Throw her out.”

She had cleared the room not to let this woman prance around the ward, but to enjoy a quiet moment alone with Liu Siyin.

Her gaze settled on Liu Siyin’s delicate face. She asked softly, “Did I scare you?”

“Man… Sister Man,” Liu Siyin called out, her voice trembling as if she were about to cry. Yet it sounded like she had something she wanted to say.

“Hmm?” Liu Siyin slid off the bed and groped her way to the floor near Yin Man’s wheelchair. She reverently took Yin Man’s hand and pressed it against her cheek. “I… I’m not afraid of pain.”

Was Liu Siyin hinting that Yin Man could hit her? Yin Man’s fingertips twitched, a perverse desire rising in her chest. She quickly bit her lip to suppress the urge and shook her head. “What nonsense are you talking about?”

“Sister Man, I really don’t mind the pain. If you want to—I’ll do anything.” Perhaps Liu Siyin had heard about the Original Host’s peculiar tastes. After all, even a minor character like Jiang Wan knew about them. As someone who had once been engaged to Yin Youxia, Liu Siyin must have been aware of them too.

When Liu Siyin agreed to her request, had she already resolved to satisfy all of Yin Man’s twisted desires? No one is truly fearless of pain.

Yin Man certainly wasn’t. The moment she thought of it, a sharp, needle-like pain pierced her body. She took a deep breath, suppressing the sudden agony. “Don’t talk nonsense.”

After her initial fear, Liu Siyin surprisingly steeled herself. Gone was her fragility, replaced by unwavering resolve. A faint smile even touched her lips. “I’m not afraid.”

Yin Man’s long, slender fingers, icy at the tips, gently traced Liu Siyin’s jawline. “Liu Siyin, I hit hard. What if I accidentally kill you?”

“I’m not afraid of death either.” Yes, she had wanted to die anyway.

To Liu Siyin in that moment, Yin Man, however cruel, was the only source of hope in her life. Given the choice between suicide and being killed by Yin Man, she chose the latter.

But she wasn’t the Original Host. She would resist this twisted obsession.

Yin Man’s slender fingers slowly slid down Liu Siyin’s pale neck, pausing briefly before continuing their descent. A jolt of electricity surged through Liu Siyin’s body, leaving her numb all over. She gritted her teeth lightly, letting Yin Man touch her.

When Yin Man’s hand brushed against something soft, she froze, her face flushing crimson. She jerked her hand back as if burned. She had brazenly touched Liu Siyin’s chest, skipping all the proper steps of dating—hand-holding, hugging, kissing—and going straight for her br3asts with such practiced ease.

Help me, she thought frantically. I’m still a pure, innocent girl, okay?!

Yin Man inwardly cursed herself for being a pervert, while Liu Siyin lowered her head, looking utterly dejected. “Is… is it uncomfortable to touch?”

What was Liu Siyin being so insecure about? Yin Man thought. That texture, that smoothness—it felt like holding a piece of soft jade in my hand. It wasn’t just comfortable; it was soul-stirring, utterly captivating. It just happened too fast.

Yin Man wanted to explain, but suddenly a sharp, piercing pain, like a thousand needles stabbing into her, made her gasp softly, “Ah!”

“Sister Man, what’s wrong?” The darkness and Yin Man’s pained cry made Liu Siyin anxious. She stood up and groped around until she found Yin Man’s face, now slick with cold sweat from the pain. “Sister Man, are you okay?”

Yin Man’s eyelashes fluttered as her gaze drifted to Liu Siyin’s lips, which were so close, so very close. Her heart softened, layer upon layer.

She endured the pain, her fingertips slowly tracing the delicate curve of Liu Siyin’s lips. Their pale, peach-like hue made her wonder if a kiss would taste sweet.

“Liu Siyin, do you want to kiss me?” She wanted to kiss Liu Siyin, but the words came out as a roundabout, hesitant question. She guessed Liu Siyin didn’t want to, but the next moment, Liu Siyin’s hand gently touched her lips, drawing her closer.

Liu Siyin’s lips looked so soft and tender.

Even her breath seemed sweet and fragrant. Yin Man felt a strange connection, and even the pain seemed to lessen. But then an untimely voice shattered the moment, ending the kiss before it had even begun.

“Cousin!”

Mei Xuying had chosen the worst possible moment to arrive. Was she doing this on purpose?