My Villain Is Super Sweet (GL) - Chapter 1

Lin Lang knew she was dreaming.

Scenes flashed by like movie clips, the images were fragmented, yet they could be connected. Because with each passing scene, countless pieces of information would automatically surface in her mind,
like a voiceover.

As she watched, she understood that this was a youth idol drama. The male lead was a young and domineering CEO who had returned from studying abroad to take over the family business, while the female lead was a young lady with a strong military and political background who, despite her family’s opposition, was determined to make her way in the entertainment industry under a pseudonym.

What’s perplexing is that this male lead is particularly out of sync with the values of mainstream romantic dramas.

He not only has a nominal wife with whom he had a wedding but never registered, who died early, and a darkened white moonlight whose family was destroyed and who would love nothing more than to see him dead, but even more outrageous, he has a nominal fiancée whose family has fallen into ruin.

Lin Lang frowned slightly.

This male lead, isn’t he just a living “black widower”? Any girl who gets involved with him ends up dead, corrupted, or falling from grace.

There’s nothing going on here; any normal person with an IQ over 90 wouldn’t believe it!

Just this kind of thing can still become the male lead. Heaven must be going blind!

Such an unlucky man, even if he looks like a god, has a net worth of billions, diamonds in his teeth, and is incredibly enduring, I wouldn’t take such a big risk to be with him.

Your own life, your family’s life and future, are they worth so little?

How much virtue did their ancestors lack to end up with someone like this!

Lin Lang was internally ranting, not wanting to watch any longer. But in a dream, there was no way to change the channel, so he had to grit his teeth and keep watching.

She looked at the constantly changing screen with a sense of hopelessness, like an old man on the subway looking at his phone. Until she saw a girl who actively sought out the ultimate villain, the darkened white moonlight, wanting to team up to kill the male lead. This girl was named Lin Yao.

Lin Lang: ……

Never expected that the malicious supporting character in this story would have the same name as her naive and sweet younger sister who just started high school.

The villain scoffs at the cooperation partner who comes knocking at the door.

“You don’t actually think I don’t know what your relationship with him is, do you?” The antagonist said mockingly, enunciating each word, “He Jikai’s nominal sister-in-law. He was truly devoted to your sister. Even after she died, he still took care of your family.”

Lin Lang: ……

“I feel like I’ve been shot in the knee!

Ah, why does my unfortunate sister have to be named Lin Yao? I’ll make her change her name tomorrow!

Damn it, what bad luck!

Wait until you wake up, step over the fire pit, sprinkle salt in the corners of the house with pomelo leaves… the whole routine must be done!

The malicious supporting character Lin Yao is a person who gets things done. She took out a silver USB drive and an old-looking camera memory card: “This is my sincerity.”

She raised her chin slightly and said, “The USB drive contains the project you all have been fighting over recently, all the information about the He family. As for this memory card…”

Lin Yao paused for a moment, her voice softening: “Inside is the evening of August 21, 20xx, at the Qian’an Club…”

The originally stunningly beautiful villainess’s face instantly darkened, as if frozen. Her words came out as if squeezed through her teeth, dropping icy shards: “What do you mean?”

Lin Yao’s outward calmness belied the madness flickering in her eyes: “No matter what they say, or if my family took any benefits to tacitly accept their statements, I know my sister would never commit suicide.”

“They drove my sister to her death, and I will make them pay!”

After reaching a cooperation agreement with the villain, Lin Yao bought a bouquet of white calla lilies and drove to the cemetery.

Lin Lang felt at ease; such a successful and malicious supporting character could not possibly be my sister.

Until Lin Yao stopped in front of a tombstone, bent down to place flowers, and lightly traced the four characters carved on the tombstone: Lin Lang’s Tomb.

Lin Lang: ……

Are you polite?!

Other people’s background characters and cannon fodder are at least living people, right? Even if they don’t survive past three episodes, they shouldn’t die before the first episode, right?

Damn it, so I’m just a background character who can only appear as a tombstone?

Don’t I care about my face?!

Lin Lang’s anger is at its peak!

Lin Lang is indignant!

Unable to control the primal force within any longer, he slammed his fist down heavily!

Boom! Bang!

Heavily crashing to the ground, Lin Lang became fully alert.

Damn!

The bed collapsed…

Because she was too furious in her dream, Lin Lang couldn’t control her strength. With the “immense strength” buff, she smashed the weathered wooden bed with a single punch.

The thin layer of palm mattress laid on the wooden bed, thanks to its good elasticity, narrowly escaped disaster.

Lin Lang angrily turned on the bedside lamp, took out his phone, checked the time, and oh, it was almost 5:30.

The bed had collapsed, and it was unrealistic to think about lying back down and continuing to sleep. She simply got up, changed her clothes, quickly washed up, and went out for a run and some
boxing to calm down.

After running two or three kilometers non-stop, Lin Lang finally switched from a state of burning anger to a calm state. The barrage of exquisite curses in his mind was cleared, and he began to
punch while calmly sorting out his thoughts and gathering information.

She wasn’t that stubborn either; she thought it was just a dream.

After all, if it’s just a story, it’s quite normal for someone to have the same name.

But damn it, if there are several people with the same name, then it won’t be normal anymore!

Her and her sister, the Qian’an Club, the Ruihe Group of the He family, and He Jikai, all have the same name in five places!

This is clearly the nightmare coming true!

After accepting this as the revelation of the future fate, Lin Lang sneered inwardly.

Sure enough, it’s the damn main match that’s different. Lin Yao has been living and jumping around under her nose for sixteen years, and she hasn’t had any crazy dreams about him.

Yesterday, she took half a day off to supervise her family in collecting the house keys. The heir of Ruihe Group, He Jikai, inexplicably showed up at the scene. They didn’t know each other at all;
they barely brushed past each other and overheard some gossip from the employees on site.

Just like that, I had this damn nightmare last night!

This bastard is treating the male lead quite well.

Lin Lang had a premonition that this dream was not finished; she woke up in anger. As for when she would have another opportunity to complete this cursed dream, she had no idea.

But according to the known information, she only lived to be twenty-six years old, which can be considered a premature death from any perspective.

And she is already twenty-three this year, which means, if we round it up, in three years, the customized takeout boxes from the He family will be delivered to her.

In this half-dreamed dream, there was a lot of useless information, but not a single hint of what she wanted to know.

Mentioning her untimely death, the unfortunate sister firmly believes that the He family forced or caused her death. As for how she died, how she got involved with He Jikai, and even had a wedding, none of it was mentioned at all.

This made her feel quite down.

If someone were a bit more laid-back, they might think that as long as they do the opposite, keep their distance from He Jikai, and avoid getting involved with him, they could stay safe.

Lin Lang wouldn’t think that way.

She knows well that some things cannot be avoided just by subjectively wanting to refuse or stay away. Otherwise, why would there be so many cases of domestic violence that are hard to escape from, or people wanting to break up but being relentlessly harassed and threatened by their exes?

If you want to distance yourself from certain things, you must have the confidence and ability to refuse.

A hint of hostility flashed across her brow.

She doesn’t cause trouble, nor does she fear it. If it’s just He Jikai’s intention, she wouldn’t back down even if there were ten of him. But if it’s the He family…

The He family, which started with engineering and then made its fortune in real estate, has a network of connections behind it that she truly fears.

After finishing two sets of punches, she came to her senses.

The He family wants her life; can she just sit and wait to die?

Impossible.

You must actively save yourself and cling to life!

Can’t win? No problem, just join in, it’s not a big deal.

Since it’s clear that the He family is in the absolute opposing camp and can’t join us, then let’s join them.

It seems that the blackened Bai Yueguang can go against the male protagonist at every turn, making his life a mess, and still be full of energy. At the very least, that should be considered a fair
match, right?

Hmm, what was Bai Yueguang’s name again?

The unlucky younger sister Lin Yao calls her President Gu, while the unlucky male protagonist He Jikai calls her Qingci.

Oh, right, Qingci.

It’s her!

When she saw He Jikai, Ruan Qingci slightly furrowed her brows, the expression fleeting.

If it weren’t for someone who is always paying attention, these subtle changes would hardly be noticeable.

She sighed inwardly, her smile fading a bit, polite yet distant.

Today is her birthday, and her family is throwing a big party under the guise of a graduation and birthday celebration, exhausting everyone to the limit.

A few friends I used to hang out with said, “We won’t compete with your parents for people. How about this: we’ll celebrate your birthday tonight, and we’ll have a great time. What do you think?”

Of course, that’s fine!

Thinking that in about ten days she would be going abroad, and that she wouldn’t be in the country for long at least for the next three years, not knowing when she would have time to meet again,

Ruan Qingci agreed.

The banquet held at home was a social event for the elders, dragging on and on until it was almost eight o’clock when it finally ended. She went home to remove her makeup, changed out of the cumbersome outfit she had worn today, quickly rinsed off, put on some comfortable clothes, and rushed over, arriving close to ten o’clock.

As soon as I arrived, I saw He Jikai, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit helpless.

He Jikai has been fixated on her for the past two years, openly and covertly showing his affection, appearing wherever she is, and subtly revealing his interest and determination to win her over.

This feeling is just so frustrating!

She just felt that He Jikai, at such a young age, had lost his mind, or rather, he had immersed himself in reading too many novels about domineering CEOs and their pampered wives.

For her, if she could, she would just want to knock his head off!

Any woman with a normal worldview would not like being treated as someone else’s property and having labels forcibly and relentlessly attached to her against her will.

This kind of persistent and annoying behavior didn’t make her develop any feelings for He Jikai; instead, it only made her loathe him even more. If it weren’t for the business dealings between their
families, making it inconvenient to make their relationship too tense, she would have dealt with him a long time ago!

However, as the old saying goes, since we’re already here, it’s impossible to just turn around and leave because someone is present.

After all, we are all in the same circle, and we see each other often. It’s better to just ignore it and not make a big deal out of it.

The daytime banquet needs to be held with decorum, but the young people’s party at night can be quite wild. Similarly, the crowd that had a great time also drank quite a bit.

As the party gradually got lively, Ruan Qingci was having a great time, completely forgetting the little bit of discomfort brought by He Jikai’s presence.

Playing and joking around, not knowing if it was because she had been too busy and tired recently without proper rest, or if it was because she had overexerted herself today, Ruan Qingci gradually
started to feel dizzy and lightheaded.

She shook her head, glanced at her phone, it was midnight. To the background music of everyone singing the birthday song, she blew out the candles and shared the cake. After a chaotic celebration, an overwhelming wave of drowsiness washed over her.

She leaned close to her friend Tao Xia’s ear and softly said, “Xia Xia, I’m feeling a bit dizzy, so tired and sleepy. I’m going back first, okay?”

She had only been here for less than two hours, and this gathering was arranged for her. Leaving early wouldn’t be very good, but she really felt like she couldn’t hold on any longer.

Tao Xia reached out to touch her forehead, noticing her flushed face and the slight frown that indicated she was feeling quite uncomfortable. He was a bit worried and said, “We’ve reserved a few suites. Why don’t we go up and rest for a while? If you go back now, you’ll have to deal with the hassle on the way and then deal with it again when you get home. Why bother?”

Someone nearby heard and chimed in, “Yeah, go up and rest for a while, don’t keep pushing yourself.”

They didn’t plan to go back tonight anyway; they would just go up to rest when they got tired and leave again the next day after waking up.

Ruan Qingci thought for a moment. Now that she was going back, she still had to call the family driver to come pick her up. Given her current state—dizzy, weak, and sleepy—there was a good chance
she would fall asleep before the driver even arrived.

What else is there to say? She directly took the room card, told everyone to have a good time and not to be upset because of her, and went upstairs alone without anyone accompanying her.

She had just arrived upstairs and had only walked a short distance when the dizziness and fatigue throughout her body worsened. Additionally, a strange heat surged deep within her body.

Ruan Qingci bit her lip, her legs feeling weak as she leaned against the wall, her vision blurry as she tried to read the room numbers. Hmm, this is room 301, and the key card she took was for room 309, which means, just three more rooms, and she’ll be there.

She staggered towards room 309.

He Jikai, who had come out early, glanced at the time, a slight smile on his lips, and walked out from the fire escape where he had been waiting, his steps light.

Ruan Qingci’s steps were unsteady as he passed by Room 305, victory in sight, when he suddenly heard He Jikai’s voice: “Qingci, are you feeling unwell?”

Ruan Qingci’s eyelid twitched, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.

The man approached her from behind, stretched out his long arm, wrapped her whole body in his embrace, and leaned close to her ear, “Are your legs weak? Can’t you muster any strength? Alright, good
girl, I’ll take you back to your room.”

Ruan Qingci’s breath hitched. She wanted to struggle, but she felt so weak that she couldn’t muster any strength.

Moreover, being embraced and held by He Jikai, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, an inexplicable wave of pleasure unexpectedly surged.

It made her feel so comfortable being squeezed like this…

Makes you unable to resist wanting to hold tighter.

Rationality and instinct were completely severed. Rationally, she knew that the man in front of her was He Jikai, the one she hated so much she wished she could knock his head off. But her body’s
instincts made her want to cling to him, to rub against him, to hug him, and to have deeper, closer contact…

Ruan Qingci was somewhat flustered, but not overly alarmed; she wasn’t someone without a background. As He Jikai half-supported and half-carried her, forcibly dragging her forward, she calmly said,

“You plotted against me, are you prepared for the consequences?”

He Jikai’s voice was full of confusion, particularly innocent: “Qingci, you misunderstood. You’re not feeling well, isn’t it only right for me to take care of you?”

Ruan Qingci: ……

“Let go of me!”

“Get lost!”

He Jikai, as if coaxing a girlfriend who is throwing a tantrum, said lightly and affectionately, “Don’t make a fuss, I know you’re feeling bad right now. Just take a nap, and you’ll feel much
better.”

He leaned in very close, almost whispering, “Be good, soon you’ll be begging me not to leave.”

Thoroughly subdued, Ruan Qingci felt fear and panic, but the stronger emotions were the disgust of being about to be bitten by a dog and the boundless rage.

Even when the door to room 309 was closed, her anger and pain reached their peak.

With a “click.”

The door did not close as expected.

A golf club inlaid with 24k gold forcefully inserted from outside the door, wedging it.