My Villain Is Super Sweet (GL) - CHAPTER 44

It wasn’t clear how much time had passed when someone opened the door and walked in, calling her name in a lowered voice several times.

Seeing her lying still on the bed without a word, as though dead, the person stepped forward and observed her for a while. Tentatively, they pushed her.

Finding that she still didn’t react, they stood in front of the bed, hands on their hips, and let out a smug laugh.

Thinking that she was unconscious and unresponsive, they couldn’t wait to deliver their victory speech.

Not only did they smile like a typical villainous cannon fodder, but they also had the smug attitude and awareness of such a character. Standing there, they gleefully muttered, “Let’s see how arrogant you are now.”

“You really thought that because I couldn’t beat you, I couldn’t deal with you?”

“Your old man is still your old man. Look, isn’t he dealing with you now?!”

“Ha, young people’s minds are really sharp. This trick really works.”
Even though Lin Lang couldn’t even lift her eyelids, she thought, with no emotional reaction, ‘Oh, this is her scumbag father, the champion of scum.’

It sounded like someone had given him an idea. Who could it be?

She would rather believe it was that vile man, He Jikai!

Even if it wasn’t him, it couldn’t be unrelated to him!

Such despicable tactics were clearly the kind only a scum would use.

Just wait. Once she recovers, she’ll be even more scummy than him!

She never admits defeat when it comes to playing dirty!

The scumbag champion chattered on, satisfied with himself as he walked out.

He kept muttering something as he walked, but Lin Lang couldn’t hear it clearly.

It was as though her whole being was trapped in this shell of a body. Even though the scumbag champion was standing right in front of her bed, his words still seemed distant, floating in the air. When his voice dropped a little or when he moved further away, it became completely inaudible.

At first, she was full of rage, tinged with a hint of regret, and even a bit of fear.

But gradually, she calmed down completely.

Meanwhile, on the other side, while Ting Ge had unknowingly made arrangements, if Gu Qingci couldn’t reach her for two consecutive days, the young lady would definitely blow up.
Her consciousness became increasingly blurry, and before she completely lost awareness, she thought to herself, ‘The young lady didn’t see me tonight; she will definitely be very angry.’

Then the question came up: ‘When will the young lady realize that I am powerless, that I am being forced into this, and rush over to save the day?’

She believed the young lady would definitely be able to do it!

Indeed, living off others has its perks—no worries from then on.

When Lin Lang regained consciousness again, she felt herself being moved.

It seemed like she was being carried down the stairs, and someone muttered, “What did she eat to get this heavy?”

Soon, they stopped.

She heard her scumbag father say, “The car’s here.”

She faintly heard the sound of the car door opening and closing.

Then the scumbag father said, “She’s here, take her away.”

Someone else said, “Did you use drugs on her?”

The scumbag father quickly responded, “Nah, we didn’t use any drugs. Even if we tied her up, we couldn’t hold her down.”

The other person sternly replied, “If you used drugs, you have to report which drugs were used and sign a waiver.”

The scumbag father sounded displeased but probably still complied with what was said.

The other person’s tone was serious: “Improper drug use, especially drugs like these, can cause suffocation and death if you’re not careful.”

Although Lin Lang was groggy and couldn’t even open her eyelids, when she heard this, she became furious, her head burning with anger.

If it weren’t for her having such good luck, she would’ve been dead by now!

“Fine, fine,” the scumbag father muttered weakly.

“Hmm, what symptoms does she have?”

“Ah, she’s just the type that insists everyone listens to her. If they don’t, she goes crazy and hits people,” the scumbag father said with a look of lingering fear. “She hits really hard, like to the death.”

Lin Lang: …

Oh, well, that’s happened before.

But that was over ten years ago.

The scumbag father had been beaten by twelve-year-old her and was bedridden for half a month, but his limbs weren’t broken. After lying in bed for that long, she and the loan sharks settled things with “fists” and reached an agreement. She had to pay off her gambling debts and, as a father, he was required to contribute to the household.

Those people then took the scumbag father away.

He was gone for years. That time was truly the happiest period of her life!
“Anything else?”

“Oh, oh, there’s also the constant bragging about how great she is, how good her treatment and benefits are, how her boss is so satisfied with her, and how everyone in the company has to listen to her, and so on?” The scumbag father spoke with such sincerity. “But we’ve never seen her bring back a single penny!”

Lin Lang: …

The young lady is super satisfied with her—if you don’t like it, suck it up!

And also, I’d have to be completely insane to give money to a gambling addict to waste. Wouldn’t I spend it myself?

What’s even more confusing is this:

“Hmm, that’s probably it. Bipolar disorder.”

Lin Lang thought to herself, Are you serious? Just spout some random stuff and you can make a diagnosis? What kind of quack doctor are you?

But she quickly realized.

Given her scumbag father’s IQ, he wouldn’t have been able to come up with such a well-planned scheme. It’s so intricate, with so much power behind it, to get someone to make a special trip during the holidays.

It must be that scumbag, He Jikai!

The whole nest of scumbags from the He family!

D*mn it! First, they stamp her as mentally ill, and from then on, she’ll never be considered a “person” again.

No autonomy, nothing she says matters. Everything about her will be decided by others.

Want to prove she’s not mentally ill and get out smoothly? That’s probably harder than hoping for a tree to grow flowers.

What’s most deadly is that, once this happens, the scumbag father and that useless mother will be her legal guardians. If they really send her to a mental hospital, legally, there’s no loophole whatsoever.

As long as they don’t allow anyone to visit, she’ll be cut off from the world.

Even if Gu Qingci realizes something’s wrong and reports it, the police investigation would probably just lead to one explanation—she’s a mental patient, and her legal guardians have the right to send her to the mental hospital!

D*mn, that’s a wicked move!

And all the tens of millions she’s earned will end up in the scumbag father’s hands!

This is beyond disgusting!

When Lin Lang woke up again, though she still couldn’t move and felt completely weak, she could finally lift her eyelids.

She opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a pure white ceiling.
The outside was already bright with daylight.

It seemed like it was either the morning or noon of the first day of the new year, right?

She vaguely remembered that when she was taken away in the car last night, the person who had been talking with her scumbag father had instructed the people with her, “Give her oxygen, don’t let anything really happen to her, that’d be troublesome.”

So these people needed her to stay alive.

This meant that, for now, staying alive was beneficial to them.

She relaxed a lot inside.

If given a few days, Gu Qingci should be able to figure out where she was, right?

She still had full confidence in Gu Qingci.

After all, she was the woman who had made the original male lead, He Jikai, so frantic that he nearly hit game over!

Not long after she woke up, she heard the room door opening.

A person in a nurse’s uniform came in, placing a tray with water, medicine, and some soft food on the nightstand.

Lin Lang had a moment of clarity.

It was indeed a mental hospital—or rather, a facility specifically for mentally ill people.

The person didn’t say anything, just fed her the medicine, water, and soft food. The feeding was a bit rough, and whatever spilled over was casually wiped away.

Lin Lang remained silent.

After all, she couldn’t refuse, so she just cooperated a little to suffer less.

Besides, she needed to eat something to regain some strength.

Once the nurse finished feeding her, they stayed a little longer, making sure she had swallowed the medicine before nodding in satisfaction and leaving.

She was locked up here, as if forgotten by everyone. The bed was specially designed, likely meant for people who might lose control at any moment. The straps could bind her limbs to the bed.

It seemed these people knew her well, and they were cautious. Even though the effects of the drug hadn’t worn off, they were still careful.

Not long after being forcibly fed, her mind gradually became muddled again—drowsy, dry mouth, dizziness, and tinnitus…

But it felt like she had entered a state of detached calm, with her emotions completely drained. There were no fluctuations at all, and everything felt incredibly indifferent.

She didn’t even feel the normal emotions of anger, fear, or frustration from being trapped here, as if it had nothing to do with her.

It was especially transcendent.
She moved her head as much as she could, trying to observe her surroundings.

The window, the door, the bathroom…
To be honest, this single room wasn’t bad at all. Could her scumbag father, who wished he could spend all the money on himself, really be this generous?

She listened carefully to the sounds outside the door, trying to gauge when someone might walk by.

Eventually, hearing laughter from outside the window, she drifted off to sleep again.

Sleeping and waking, one day passed.

Throughout this day, the only things that happened were someone coming in to feed her water, medicine, food, and change her clothes. It was otherwise very quiet.

Every time she woke up, she could feel her strength slowly returning.

This gave her some reassurance.

She idly thought to herself about how the young lady must be frantic, wondering what methods she would use to confirm her “disappearance” and report it to the authorities.

Once she got back, would she beat herself up first and then cry over her own disappearance?

Well, if she regained most of her strength and the young lady still hadn’t found her, she’d have to figure out a way to contact the outside world.

The next day, compared to the first, there was a new person— a doctor in glasses and a white coat, who came to give her an injection.

During those few minutes, the doctor kept smiling, eyeing her with interest, his smile growing wider.

Once the injection was finished, the doctor, in a good mood, left with a spring in his step.

Back in his office, after cautiously scanning the surroundings, he took a phone from a locked drawer and dialed a number.

The phone rang for quite a while, but the doctor didn’t seem impatient at all. In fact, he casually started whistling as he waited.

When the call was finally answered, the voice on the other end was irritable: “Didn’t I tell you not to contact me unless it’s urgent? You’d better have something important to say!”

The doctor didn’t mind the tone at all.

Why get angry over something so useless? Didn’t the other person still need him to do something?

He was only interested in what he wanted to ask: “You’re really not interested in her, are you? If you’re not, can I do something to her? The way she looked at me earlier, I really liked it.”

That gaze was indifferent and merciless, like she wasn’t even looking at a person, more like staring at a piece of trash.

A gaze like that, from someone like her, made him want to destroy her.

He unconsciously licked his lips, excitement rising within him.
Her face when she’s in despair and breaking down— it’s bound to be beautiful.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, followed by a much harsher tone: “If you mess this up for me…”

The doctor smiled, interrupting him: “I won’t. I checked her medical results, she’s very healthy. It should only take about 15 days, and you’ll get what you want.”

Such a beauty, and they went through all this trouble to bring her in but wouldn’t touch her—only wanted her eggs? That was such a waste!

Logically, if they wanted to have children with her, they could just sleep with her directly.

In his view, once you sleep with a woman, she becomes obedient. Especially now that she’s locked up here, she can’t run away, can she?

Why go to all this trouble and make things so complicated?

Thinking about how in just 15 days, he would see her destroyed, that beautiful, broken expression…

The voice on the other end softened: “I advise you not to lay a hand on her.”

“Why?” The doctor was genuinely curious. She’d been sent here by her family, so what hidden dangers could there still be?

“She’s mentally ill now,” came the calm reply. “Murder isn’t a crime.”