The Abused Villain is Always Obsessed with Me - Chapter 13

Feng Hechi retrieved a first-aid kit from the bedside table. He poured alcohol onto the five-centimeter-long wound on his palm, the bl00d mixing with the antiseptic as it flowed down. A sharp, stinging pain, like countless needles piercing his skin, immediately erupted from the wound.

His expression remained impassive.

After rinsing the wound, he wrapped gauze around his hand several times, his movements practiced and efficient.

Host, have you done this often before?

Feng Hechi didn’t even look up, his tone calm. “You’re quite curious.”

Understanding you is part of my mission.

Feng Hechi paused for two seconds before slowly replying, “When I was in middle school, I had a terrible temper.”

During adolescence, that’s understandable.

Feng Hechi chuckled softly, but his face remained devoid of amusement. “It was probably beyond the scope of typical adolescence.”

Back then, his personality had been extremely gloomy and volatile. His classmates, pampered children from wealthy families, often clashed, and verbal provocations were common.

One day, after a classmate taunted him about his father remarrying and treating him like a cast-off son, Feng Hechi grabbed the craft knife from his pencil case and stabbed the boy’s hand, which was resting on his desk.

A chaotic brawl erupted as everyone fought over the utility knife. Feng Hechi’s arm and the back of his hand were left with multiple cuts, and the others fared no better. The terrified Home Room Teacher frantically called the parents.

In the end, the other students were forced by their parents to bow and apologize to Feng Hechi.

Their parents plastered on obsequious smiles, their eyes never once meeting Feng Hechi’s. Instead, they respectfully addressed his father as “President Feng,” showering him with flattering remarks like, “Children will be children,” “We’ll discipline them at home,” and “We’re so sorry for causing you trouble.”

His father, naturally, waved it off with a magnanimous gesture, saying, “It’s just kids roughhousing.” Yet the moment they returned home, he strode silently upstairs to his study, leaving Feng Hechi standing motionless in the living room, staring at his retreating figure.

The surrounding servants, their faces etched with concern, urged him to tend to his wounds. Feng Hechi glanced back at them, snatched the first-aid kit from a maid’s hands, and, under the horrified gazes of the others, poured alcohol directly over his entire arm. The multiple cuts instantly erupted in searing pain, as if dozens of ants were gnawing at his flesh.

Feng Hechi bit down hard on his lip, not uttering a single sound.

That was the first time he had treated his own wounds. From that day forward, he never bothered anyone else with them again.

The classroom buzzed with activity as students and teachers moved about, the grating sound of chairs scraping against the floor mingling with the clatter of footsteps and the murmur of conversation.

“Good afternoon. Are you a parent? Please come this way.”

Several students and teachers stood at the classroom door, greeting the parents as they arrived.

Following the midterm exams, the school held a mandatory parent-teacher conference. While the parents met inside the classroom, the students waited in the corridor after preparing the room.

Feng Hechi stood against the wall, peering through the glass into the classroom.

Not all the students had left yet; some were still slowly clearing their desks. His gaze settled on the figure in the last row, against the wall.

Lu Cang sat with his head bowed, silently clearing his desk alone, a stark contrast to the bustling, laughing students around him.

He’s still so withdrawn, Feng Hechi thought, his gaze darkening. He glanced down at the palm of his left hand.

It had been some time since Lu Cang’s outburst. The wound on Feng Hechi’s palm had healed, the scab falling away to reveal new skin. A jagged scar several centimeters long now marred the pale flesh, a stark reminder of the incident.

After that, Lu Cang inexplicably became much more obedient. Even when Feng Hechi deliberately bossed him around, Lu Cang never complained. Though he had always been silently compliant, his demeanor now felt completely different.

Occasionally, when Feng Hechi raised his hand, Lu Cang would catch sight of the scar on his palm and freeze momentarily.

Was it guilt?

The young man’s emotions were often volatile, and Feng Hechi didn’t want to waste his energy trying to decipher them. However, Lu Cang’s improved attitude didn’t bring him any satisfaction.

It only made completing his mission more difficult.

Speaking of which, he hadn’t seen the protagonist today.

Feng Hechi withdrew his gaze and scanned the surroundings. Among the students greeting parents at the front gate, Shen Wenyu was nowhere to be found.

“Hello?”

A clear voice rang out from behind him. Feng Hechi paused, then turned to look.

“Excuse me, who are you…?”

The young man’s words caught in his throat. He blinked at Feng Hechi, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes.

“I remember you. You’re Lu Cang’s guardian.”

As Shen Wenyu spoke, a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips. After seeing Feng Hechi’s face, it was hard for anyone to forget it easily.

“Wenyu, I didn’t expect you to remember me,” Feng Hechi said, his own lips curving into a smile.

Shen Wenyu scratched his head, a little embarrassed. “I was really impressed by you on the first day of school. I didn’t recognize you from behind just now, but when I saw your face, it all came back.”

Feng Hechi raised an eyebrow, recalling that first day. After all, being called “disgusting” to his face by someone who was nominally his son would leave a lasting impression on anyone.

“You don’t need to be so formal. I’m not that much older than you. Just call me ‘Brother’ is fine.”

Building a good relationship with the protagonist would undoubtedly help advance the mission. Feng Hechi adopted the persona of a warm and approachable older brother. Shen Wenyu paused, then nodded obediently.

“Are you also responsible for greeting parents?”

“Mm-hmm,” Shen Wenyu replied with a smile. “I’m the Class Monitor for our class. I had to step away briefly just now, so I asked some classmates to cover for me.”

Feng Hechi glanced at the students bustling near the entrance and raised an eyebrow at Shen Wenyu.

“So, you have time for a few more words with me?”

The man’s brow arched slightly, a playful smile flickering in his eyes. His phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, accentuating the alluring charm of the beauty mark beneath his eye.

When their gazes met, Shen Wenyu froze for a moment, then realized his cheeks were flushing slightly.

What’s happening? Why do I feel a little nervous?

Shen Wenyu steadied himself, regaining his composure. He looked up at Feng Hechi with a smile. “Of course. It’s always best to slack off a little longer.”

After some casual small talk, Feng Hechi subtly steered the conversation toward Lu Cang.

“What do you think of Lu Cang as a person?”

Shen Wenyu paused, feeling it might be inappropriate to evaluate a parent’s child in their presence.

“Don’t worry, just give me your honest opinion. I’m just curious about how Lu Cang gets along with his classmates. If he can get along well with you, that would be ideal.”

Shen Wenyu rubbed his nose, a hint of disappointment in his expression.

“I’m sorry, but Lu Cang and I don’t seem to get along very well. We don’t talk much.”

Feng Hechi noticed Shen Wenyu’s hesitant expression and tilted his chin slightly, signaling him to continue.

Since Feng Hechi didn’t mind, Shen Wenyu sighed and continued.

“Lu Cang rarely interacts with anyone in class. After class, he always sits in the back row with his head down. If no one initiates a conversation with him, he won’t say a word all day.”

Shen Wenyu paused for a moment, as if debating whether to say what came next. Finally, he spoke: “I’ve tried to talk to him a few times, but the conversations were never pleasant. Of course, it’s not entirely his fault—we just don’t get along.”

So they really don’t get along.

Feng Hechi’s gaze darkened as he studied the boy before him. The protagonist and the antagonist were naturally at odds. If Shen Wenyu could get along with Lu Cang, that would be the truly strange thing.

“It’s fine. Lu Cang’s just like that. You’ve tried to get along with him, so there’s no need to feel pressured.”

Shen Wenyu opened his mouth to say something, but his gaze suddenly fell on the figure behind Feng Hechi. His expression shifted rapidly, settling into an awkward and flustered look.

Noticing this, Feng Hechi frowned slightly and turned to follow Shen Wenyu’s line of sight. A figure had appeared behind him unnoticed.

The youth’s bangs obscured most of his eyes, his face devoid of expression as he stared at them with dark, intense eyes. It was impossible to tell how long he had been standing there or how much of their conversation he had overheard.

Shen Wenyu forced an awkward smile and greeted him.

“Oh, Lu Cang, what a coincidence!”

The youth stood motionless, his gaze slowly raking over Shen Wenyu from head to toe. His cold, deliberate scrutiny felt like the icy, viscous touch of a venomous snake hidden in the sunless depths of a primeval jungle, its gaze licking over him with chilling intensity.

Under that malevolent stare, Shen Wenyu froze, his throat bobbing as he tried to say something to ease the tension, but no words came.

After a moment, Lu Cang’s gaze shifted from Shen Wenyu back to Feng Hechi.

“What are you doing here?” he asked abruptly, his voice low and tinged with an almost imperceptible chill.

Feng Hechi met his gaze, his expression nonchalant. “The parent-teacher conference hasn’t started yet. I was just chatting with your Class Monitor outside.”

Lu Cang walked so quietly, and the corridor was so noisy, that Feng Hechi hadn’t noticed him behind him until just now.

He wondered how much of his conversation with Shen Wenyu Lu Cang had overheard. He actually wished Lu Cang had heard more, but judging by the unchanging numerical readouts, it couldn’t have been much.

“My spot is ready. You can go in now,” Lu Cang said, his gaze fixed on Feng Hechi. He added, “It’s in the last row, against the wall. Easy to find. No need to ask anyone.”

When he said “anyone,” he glanced meaningfully at Shen Wenyu standing nearby.

Though Feng Hechi had merely been stating facts, Shen Wenyu suddenly felt a pang of guilt at being caught. He chuckled awkwardly, trying to ease the tension.

“Got it. You can wait over there. I’ll chat with Wenyu for a bit longer.”

Unlike Shen Wenyu, who was squirming uncomfortably, Feng Hechi waved dismissively, gesturing for Lu Cang to find a place to wait.

The name “Wenyu” struck Lu Cang’s ears like ice, and his gaze toward Shen Wenyu instantly turned colder.

“Um, I’ll go help out at the front entrance. You guys can talk first,” Shen Wenyu said, sensing the awkwardness. He laughed nervously and turned to walk toward the front entrance.

He didn’t know what had transpired between father and son, but the tense, combative atmosphere made it impossible for him to stay a moment longer.

Lu Cang’s gaze fell on Feng Hechi.

The man’s eyes remained fixed on the retreating figure, his thoughts unreadable.

He calls even me “Hey,” yet he uses others’ names so intimately.

A burning sensation flared in Lu Cang’s chest, an unfamiliar emotion surging through his heart, causing a sharp ache in his internal organs.

Before Lu Cang could fully grasp what he was feeling, Feng Hechi suddenly turned to face him.

“What was your rank on this exam?”

Lu Cang paused, then replied softly, “Second.”

As if trying to salvage some dignity, he added, “I was only two points behind first place.”

“That doesn’t matter. Second is second.” Feng Hechi’s gaze was indifferent as he scrutinized Lu Cang from above, his contempt palpable.

“First place was Shen Wenyu, wasn’t it?”

Lu Cang’s pupils constricted sharply. His hands, hanging at his sides, clenched into fists. The man’s knowing tone only fueled his anger.

It’s as if he already knew I couldn’t beat Shen Wenyu.

Lu Cang remained silent, but Feng Hechi could tell the answer from his reaction alone. He nodded slightly, deep in thought.

Just as in the original plot, Lu Cang was clearly outmatched by Shen Wenyu in this regard. All Feng Hechi needed to do now was use Shen Wenyu to further stoke Lu Cang’s hatred.

“Truly useless,” Feng Hechi muttered, turning away and glancing at Lu Cang with a dismissive air. His words carried the same casual contempt as crushing an ant under one’s shoe.

Detected increase in hatred value. Current target’s hatred value: 84.9%

With his back turned, Feng Hechi smirked knowingly where Lu Cang couldn’t see, and entered the classroom.

As his figure disappeared through the back door, Lu Cang abruptly raised his head.

Alongside the rising hatred in his heart, the searing pain in his chest still lingered, like molten lava coursing through his veins.

He peered through the glass into the classroom. Shen Wenyu had somehow moved to Feng Hechi’s side and was smiling as he spoke to him.

The burning sensation intensified, as if molten magma had been poured into his chest. When Lu Cang saw Feng Hechi’s lips curve into a smile, he suddenly understood what that feeling was.

Jealousy.

A fierce, churning jealousy erupting from the depths of his heart.