The Abused Villain is Always Obsessed with Me - Chapter 24

Feng Hechi’s brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing slightly.

This answer was unexpected.

His slender fingers unconsciously traced the rim of his cup as his gaze drifted into the distance.

What was Lu Cang planning? And how did he know about my connection with Shen Wenyu?

As he pondered, the phone on the table across from him vibrated, signaling an incoming message.

Feng Hechi’s grip tightened abruptly, recalling the day Lu Cang had returned his repaired phone, just as Shen Wenyu’s message had arrived.

At the time, Lu Cang’s expression had remained neutral, his attention seemingly elsewhere. Feng Hechi had naturally assumed he hadn’t seen it.

So, he actually saw it then, deliberately feigning indifference to conceal his true intentions?

A sudden smile tugged at Feng Hechi’s lips.

Lu Cang… he’s more intriguing than I thought.

After speaking, Shen Wenyu anxiously watched Feng Hechi’s expression, awaiting his response. To his surprise, Feng Hechi’s lips suddenly curved into a faint smile.

“I understand.”

His voice was calm, as if Lu Cang’s outrageous behavior didn’t surprise him in the slightest.

Shen Wenyu paused, his voice faltering, “You… what are you going to do? Are you going to confront him?”

“Confront him? Of course not,” Feng Hechi glanced at him. “That would expose your complaint to me, wouldn’t it?”

“Uh…” Shen Wenyu was at a loss for words, forced to nod in agreement.

“Since he’s already warned you, for your own safety, you should avoid contacting me from now on.”

Feng Hechi’s calm tone took Shen Wenyu by surprise. A faint sense of frustration welled up within him, and he couldn’t help but press, “Why do you have to listen to him?”

“Lu Cang isn’t normal. You’ve realized that by now, haven’t you?”

Shen Wenyu hesitated. “Yes, but…”

The man’s fingers tapped lightly on the table, his expression serene yet subtly smiling. But the words he spoke sent a chill down Shen Wenyu’s spine.

“If he discovers you’re still in contact with me, next time it might be more than just a fall down the stairs.”

Shen Wenyu’s hand trembled, causing the water glass to slip from his grasp and fall onto the table. The water spilled out, quickly flooding the entire surface. He scrambled to his feet, frantically grabbing tissues from the side.

“Ah, I’m so sorry! My hand shook. Luckily, the phone didn’t get wet.”

Shen Wenyu apologized repeatedly. When he finally looked up, he saw Feng Hechi staring at the puddle on the table, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

“What’s wrong?” Shen Wenyu asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

Feng Hechi glanced up at him, the smile on his lips unwavering, yet utterly absent from his eyes.

“Lu Cang certainly has some interesting ideas,” he said mildly, yet Shen Wenyu felt an inexplicable chill crawl up his spine.

Feng Hechi toyed with his teacup, his gaze returning to the puddle of water.

Pretending to be nonchalant after seeing the message… and then acting flustered after “accidentally” spilling the water? That’s perfectly normal.

What is Lu Cang trying to achieve by deliberately damaging my phone?

The curve of Feng Hechi’s smile remained faint, but his eyes were as cold as a frozen, dark lake in winter.

In the darkness, the red dot on the phone screen stood out sharply.

Lu Cang leaned against the wall in the shadow cast by the eaves, the cacophony of after-school chatter and hawkers’ cries filling his ears. People occasionally brushed past him, but he didn’t lift his head.

He stared at the red dot’s location, glancing at the time in the upper right corner of the screen.

At this hour, Feng Hechi still wouldn’t be home.

Lu Cang had been tracking Feng Hechi’s evening departures and early morning returns for weeks, deducing that he was likely working at a bar.

The phone’s GPS confirmed his suspicions.

A bar called Mist Alley.

So Feng Hechi had been working here all this time.

It had been a long time since Lu Cang installed the tracking app on Feng Hechi’s phone, yet he had never personally visited the bar.

He had been patiently waiting, knowing that going too early might arouse Feng Hechi’s suspicion. The longer he delayed, the more advantageous it would be for him.

Now was the time to go and see for himself.

Lu Cang pocketed his phone, his gaze fixed intently on the road ahead.

The journey from school to the bar wasn’t long. Lu Cang hailed a taxi.

“Take me to Mist Alley Bar.”

Hearing this, the driver in the front seat glanced back at Lu Cang. Noticing the backpack still slung over his shoulder, he frowned and said, “Young man, you’re still in school, aren’t you? You shouldn’t be going to bars at your age.”

Lu Cang flashed a harmless smile. “It’s okay, I’m just meeting someone there. I’ll be gone soon.”

The driver, believing him, didn’t press further and dropped Lu Cang off at the bar’s entrance within fifteen minutes.

It was peak business hours, with a steady stream of patrons arriving, most dressed in glamorous attire.

Lu Cang’s gaze swept over them briefly before he strode directly into the bar.

The thumping music from the dance floor clashed with the mellow jazz drifting from the bar, making Lu Cang frown deeply.

Though he knew Feng Hechi was at this bar, the interior was vast and crowded, making it impossible to spot him immediately.

He decided to find a spot to observe first.

Lu Cang headed toward the booths, which were packed with people, leaving hardly a single empty seat. Glancing at the minimum spending cards on the tables, he turned to look for another spot.

“Hey there, handsome. All alone?”

A female voice called out from behind. Lu Cang turned to see a group of girls at the next table.

One of them greeted him with a cheerful smile, but her expression faltered when she saw his face.

“You look so young! Are you even of age?”

Lu Cang ignored her question and asked coldly, “What do you want?”

“What do you think? We’re inviting you to join our table and have some fun,” another girl said with a shrug.

“I don’t have any money.”

The girls exchanged glances and burst into laughter. “Don’t worry about that! We’ll treat you.”

Lu Cang didn’t want to waste time with them, but after scanning the crowded bar and finding no other available seats, he reluctantly nodded.

The long-haired girl who had first greeted him poured a drink from a bottle into a glass for him. Noticing Lu Cang’s restless glances around the room, she asked curiously, “You seemed really anxious earlier. What are you looking for?”

“Do you guys come here often?” Lu Cang countered, avoiding her question.

“Of course! We hang out here whenever we don’t have class,” the ponytail-wearing girl replied with a smile. “This bar is always packed, the menu is affordable, it’s perfect for groups, and the drinks are great.”

Lu Cang frowned, recalling Feng Hechi’s days of drinking day and night.

He didn’t see anything good in it.

Losing interest, Lu Cang withdrew his gaze, which suddenly landed on the bar area.

If the booths were already bustling and packed, the bar area was even more crowded.

Every seat at the bar was taken, and a throng of people stood around it, completely enveloping the space.

“Why are there so many people over there?” Lu Cang asked.

The ponytail girl glanced in that direction, her expression knowing. “You’ll get used to it. It’s always packed there. We came to the booth because we couldn’t squeeze in.”

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to watch the bartender make drinks up close, but it’s always too crowded. Oh well.”

Intrigued, Lu Cang glanced over again, but could still only see the backs of the crowd.

“Why?”

“You don’t know? Well, you don’t come here much.” The girl with shoulder-length hair chuckled, swirling her drink as she leaned closer to Lu Cang, lowering her voice.

“That bartender is incredibly handsome, and his skills are top-notch. The order queue is ridiculously long.”

Bartending?

Lu Cang froze, then whipped his head around.

He had no idea Feng Hechi knew how to bartend. Before coming here, he’d always assumed Feng Hechi’s part-time job involved serving or working behind the scenes.

No wonder he couldn’t find Feng Hechi earlier.

“I’m going to check it out,” Lu Cang said, standing up and striding into the crowd without looking back.

“Why’s he suddenly interested?”

“No idea. Maybe he wants to try the drinks?”

The murmurs faded behind him.

Determined not to be spotted, Lu Cang circled around to the side of the bar, where the crowd thinned.

He stopped in a dimly lit spot, hidden in the shadows, and strained on his tiptoes to peer through the crowd toward the center.

The man at the center held unfamiliar tools, deftly manipulating the cocktail shaker and pouring clear, sparkling liquid into a glass. With a smile, he handed the drink to the person in front of him.

That familiar profile, the tall, slender figure, and the effortless grace—it was Feng Hechi.

Lu Cang’s heart pounded wildly. He stared intently at Feng Hechi, his gaze following his movements to the person he was facing.

In the next instant, Lu Cang’s pupils constricted sharply.

The woman standing directly in front of Feng Hechi was the same one from before.

The woman who had come to their house.

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Synopsis:

Chu Lin is a succubus. Broad-shouldered and long-legged, his bewitching eyes are so beautiful they steal hearts. With a mere flick of his finger, he can drive countless men to madness.

Before him stood his target for the night: a man who had been single for years, his vital energy so abundant that a single feeding would be equivalent to ten ordinary ones.

Chu Lin slipped nimbly through the man’s bedroom window. As soon as he landed, his gaze met the man’s.

A moment of awkwardness hung in the air.

Chu Lin cleared his throat. “Ahem, let me introduce myself. I’m a succubus, and you…”

His words trailed off as his eyes drifted to the man’s chest, where well-defined pectoral muscles strained against his shirt, creating a noticeable bulge.

“…are so big.”

Shi Jingyan: ?

Chu Lin watched, wide-eyed, as the man expressionlessly picked up his phone.

“Hello, I need to report a crime. There’s a pervert in my house.”

Chu Lin: …

I told you, I’m a Succubus!

Shi Jingyan had been deeply troubled lately.

During meetings, the Succubus would sit on the windowsill, smiling sweetly and throwing him flirtatious glances, his toes brushing lightly against Shi Jingyan’s calf.

During breaks, as Shi Jingyan made a cup of coffee, the Succubus would lean in curiously. “So, you like these? By the way, do you know what I like to drink? Human…”

Shi Jingyan, his face impassive, clamped a hand over the Succubus’s mouth. “Alright, that’s enough.”

The tips of his ears flushed crimson.

Late one night while working overtime, the Succubus idly played with Shi Jingyan’s tie, then suddenly yanked it off and bound Shi Jingyan’s wrists in a few swift motions, grinning.

“Let’s play a game, shall we?”

Shi Jingyan: …

No. Absolutely not.

Chu Lin had recently found a new source of amusement.

Despite being a man so aloof and abstinent that he buttoned his shirts all the way to the top, his physique was so captivating that it was impossible to look away.

His bulging pectoral muscles, the bobbing of his Adam’s apple, and the cloyingly sweet scent only Chu Lin could detect.

Chu Lin stared at the precarious button on Shi Jingyan’s chest, recalling a newly learned idiom from humans:

Ready to eat straight from the bag.

Seeing the online discussions about succubi, Shi Jingyan suddenly grew curious and turned to ask the bored succubus sprawled beside him.

“They say succubi have a mark somewhere on their body, right? Where’s yours?”

Chu Lin glanced up at him, then leaned close to his ear and chuckled. “Alright, I’ll show you.”

When the succubus’s fingers brushed against Shi Jingyan’s still-trembling abdomen, he immediately regretted his question.

Chu Lin laughed in high spirits, his fingertip lightly tracing the vivid mark he had left on the man’s abdomen. The pattern glowed with a crimson light as he moved.

“See? Right here.”

Scheming Succubus Gong with a playful streak x Cold, aloof, and inexperienced Shou

After Becoming the Fake Young Master of a Wealthy Family, the Cannon Fodder Gong…

An Yuye was a professional cannon fodder gong actor for the Transmigration Bureau.

Blessed with a face that could launch a thousand ships, his smiling peach blossom eyes made every glance seem deeply affectionate. He moved effortlessly through various worlds, naturally portraying the lecherous and unrestrained cannon fodder gong who toyed with the Main Protagonist Shou.

One day, due to a spacetime fluctuation, he was unexpectedly pulled into a wealthy family’s world beyond the Transmigration Bureau’s jurisdiction, becoming the family’s long-lost fake young master.

The fake young master lived a life of hedonistic indulgence, spending his days in bars and on dates, his phone contacts scrolling endlessly downward.

An Yuye lazily lifted his eyelids, his expression languid.

Playing his role came naturally, requiring no effort at all.

As usual, when he tried to summon the System for mission instructions, An Yuye suddenly realized something was wrong.

Wait, where was his System?

And who was the Main Protagonist Shou this time?

While An Yuye was still puzzling over this, a silent storm was already brewing around him.

The True Young Master, a man of deep cunning and hidden schemes, regarded An Yuye with cold eyes, yet his smile never faltered, maintaining the facade of brotherly affection.

“Brother, let’s get along well from now on.”

The Little Uncle, a stern and ascetic CEO who had watched An Yuye grow up since childhood, always kept his shirt buttoned to the very top. He would frown in self-reproach at An Yuye’s arrogant and wayward behavior.

“I failed to teach you properly.”

The flamboyant ace race car driver, with his fiery red hair and figure-hugging clothes that accentuated his slender waist and long legs, exuded arrogance.

Though his family had arranged an engagement with the An Family for him since childhood, he approached An Yuye after the True Young Master’s return, sneering contemptuously.

“Sorry, I have no interest in fakes.”

An Yuye: Who are you people…?

Never mind, whatever. Let’s just spread the love equally.

The young masters of the elite circles all knew An Yuye was a fake heir of the An Family.

Having been constantly teased and manipulated by An Yuye, they had long resented him and eagerly awaited his expulsion from the family, hoping to see him abandoned by all.

But events unfolded in a way none of them had anticipated.

The True Young Master, abandoning his usual cunning and reserved demeanor, grabbed An Yuye by the collar, his eyes darkening with panic and frustration.

“Brother, am I really inferior to Little Uncle in every way?”

An Yuye gently lifted his chin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “That depends on your performance,” he teased.

Little Uncle’s clothes were disheveled, his buttons long gone, revealing large patches of pale skin marked with scattered traces of passion.

His slender fingers lightly hooked around An Yuye’s pinky, his voice low and strained, his gaze both ashamed and filled with undisguised longing.

“Xiao Ye… please…”

An Yuye sat leisurely nearby, his eyes drifting casually over the man’s body, inch by inch. His fingertips lightly traced the taut lines of the man’s sculpted abs, sending a violent tremor through him.

“Little Uncle, you haven’t forgotten how to beg, have you?”

The red-haired race car driver, fresh off his championship win, lounged lazily before the camera, his neck bared to reveal a prominent hickey.

The next day, his newly posted update instantly ignited a firestorm of public opinion. The photo showed him bowing his head submissively as a hand with distinct knuckles fastened a collar around his neck, yet the newly added crimson mark remained unmistakably visible.

The caption consisted of just two words:

Collar

Shortly after, An Yuye also posted an update. The shot showed him lounging on a sofa, his fingers casually stroking the fluffy red head resting against his leg.

The caption read:  Good boy

After dutifully playing the role of a scummy gong, An Yuye found himself at the center of a relentless battle for his attention. The suspected Main Protagonist Shou targets were all vying for his attention, each desperate for just one more glance from him.

An Yuye: …

Something felt off.

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