The Abused Villain is Always Obsessed with Me - Chapter 3

As Feng Hechi entered the office, all eyes turned to him simultaneously—except for the figure standing at the center of the group.

His gaze fixed on that slender back. The boy’s clothes were rumpled, but his thin shoulders were held ramrod straight, stubbornly facing forward without turning around.

Feng Hechi discreetly scanned the room. Several teachers stood at a distance, watching the scene unfold. Closer to him were four individuals:

A young woman with furrowed brows and a worried expression.

A middle-aged man, his face contorted with fury.

A boy with bl00d-soaked tissues stuffed up his nose, his face bruised and swollen.

And that solitary figure who refused to turn around.

Earlier, the homeroom teacher had urgently called to inform him that Lu Cang had been involved in a fight at school. Judging by the scene, it seemed both boys had suffered equally.

Feng Hechi withdrew his gaze and stepped into the office.

The middle-aged man glared at him as he approached, then suddenly lunged forward. His tightly furrowed brows and the veins bulging on his forehead betrayed his simmering rage.

“Mr. Ding An!”

The young woman, clearly sensing his intent, slammed her hand on the table and barked a sharp command to stop him. The man froze momentarily but remained rooted to the spot.

Feng Hechi withdrew his gaze, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“My apologies for being late.”

At the sound of his voice, the figure in the middle, who had been facing away, suddenly flinched. Then, as if moving in slow motion, frame by frame, he slowly turned around.

Feng Hechi looked at him, finally seeing Lu Cang’s face.

A vivid red palm print marred his pale cheek, a split at the corner of his mouth, swollen lips still oozing bl00d, and a dark, purplish bruise swelling above his right eye, just centimeters away from damaging his eye.

This wretched state was hardly better than that of the boy named Ding An.

Lu Cang silently met Feng Hechi’s gaze, his expression unchanged, yet his eyes trembled uncontrollably, still unable to believe he had actually come.

When Teacher Zhou had called Feng Hechi, Lu Cang had initially assumed the call would be rejected outright.

When the call connected, he guessed the other end would hang up after a few words.

After Teacher Zhou finished explaining the situation and hung up, Lu Cang lowered his head, convinced Feng Hechi would ignore the matter entirely.

But now, here he was.

Wearing a leisurely smile, hands casually tucked into his pockets, he stood before the crowd, lazily claiming he was late.

Feng Hechi stood before them, impeccably dressed in a crisp, white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his bony wrists. The rims of his silver-framed glasses glinted under the fluorescent lights, reflecting a polished, almost elite air that was a stark contrast to his usual disheveled appearance.

Lu Cang stared at him, recalling how Feng Hechi used to lounge on the sofa at home, clad in a wrinkled T-shirt that had likely been buried at the bottom of his closet for ages, lost in his own world of hedonistic oblivion.

No, that’s wrong, Lu Cang thought. That was Feng Hechi from much earlier. Since then—maybe a month or two ago—he stopped dressing so sloppily.

That strange sense of incongruity resurfaced. Lu Cang remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on Feng Hechi’s figure.

Teacher Zhou briefly explained the situation to Feng Hechi: a classmate named Ding An had falsely accused Lu Cang of stealing money and insulted his mother, leading to a fight between them.

Ding An’s accusation was laughably absurd. He claimed his money had gone missing and insisted Lu Cang had walked past his backpack that morning. Moreover, despite Lu Cang’s family being known for their poverty, his name appeared on the payment list without any record of him personally submitting the funds. This, Ding An argued, proved Lu Cang had stolen the money but was too afraid to pay it openly.

A fool had thrown a wrench into Feng Hechi’s plans, and his mood soured.

He glanced sideways at Ding An, who stood nearby with a bruised and swollen face. The icy chill in Feng Hechi’s gaze made the boy instinctively shrink back, retreating a step to hide behind his parent.

“In any case, that’s what happened, parents. How do you think we should resolve this? Since both children were involved in the fight, they should each bear half the responsibility…”

The middle-aged man angrily interrupted Teacher Zhou.

“Half the responsibility? This brat stole my son’s money and started the fight! He needs to cover all our medical expenses and compensation for emotional distress!”

Lu Cang’s lip was swollen, but he still glared fiercely at the man, retorting through gritted teeth, “I didn’t steal his money!”

“Still denying it? Is this how your family raises children?!”

The middle-aged man turned to Feng Hechi, his voice dripping with anger. But Feng Hechi didn’t even spare him a glance. He strode to the desk and said calmly, “Teacher Zhou, please pull up the classroom surveillance footage for us to review.”

The ignored man felt a sting of embarrassment. Hearing Feng Hechi’s request for the footage, a flicker of guilt crossed his face.

In the end, he wasn’t even sure if the boy had actually stolen the money. But since his son had insisted, he couldn’t back down now.

Teacher Zhou’s expression stiffened, a hint of awkwardness creeping into her voice. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Lu Cang. The classroom surveillance camera was damaged by students playing around a while ago, and we haven’t had a chance to repair it yet. So…”

So there was no evidence.

Feng Hechi’s expression remained unchanged, but the middle-aged man behind him suddenly regained his confidence, shouting loudly, “Ha! Still trying to weasel out of it? Your kid is just stubbornly refusing to admit it! I advise you to come to your senses and take us to the hospital right now, or else…”

“Or else what?”

Feng Hechi raised an eyebrow and turned his head. The natural upward tilt of his eyes made his expression even more contemptuous. He slowly walked over to Lu Cang and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Lu Cang trembled, unsure how to react to this sudden physical contact. The warmth of the man’s palm seeped through the thin fabric, feeling almost scalding.

Maintaining this posture, Feng Hechi glanced at the father and son across from them, a faint smile playing on his lips, though his eyes behind the glasses remained utterly devoid of amusement. “I heard your son accused our child of stealing the money because Teacher Zhou paid for it on his behalf?”

Our child.

Lu Cang’s body stiffened at the address.

This man… is actually referring to him in such a way?

Why?

He glanced sideways at Feng Hechi’s expression. Feng Hechi’s gaze remained fixed on the opposite side, not sparing him a second glance.

Lu Cang lowered his head again, his lips pressing together involuntarily.

Ding An trembled under Feng Hechi’s piercing gaze, stammering, “Y-yes, that’s right! How could Teacher Zhou possibly pay for him? He must have taken my money and given it to her early to avoid getting caught!”

Feng Hechi suddenly sighed, a hint of pity in his eyes.

“With your level of intelligence and logical reasoning, you must suffer quite a few losses in your daily life, wouldn’t you say?”

His tone was polite and measured, yet the mockery was unmistakable.

Ding An and his father froze. Before the middle-aged man could erupt in anger again, Feng Hechi continued calmly, “According to Article 246 of the Criminal Law, fabricating facts to defame others, especially in severe cases, carries a penalty of up to three years’ imprisonment, detention, public surveillance, or deprivation of political rights.”

A smile curled at the corner of his lips. “Coincidentally, I know a few lawyer friends. Ding An, would you be interested in discussing this with them?”

A teenager like Ding An had never experienced anything like this before. Feng Hechi’s subtle threats immediately silenced him. Father Ding, recovering from his shock, retorted angrily, “Stop trying to intimidate us! My son is still a minor! And what evidence do you have that he defamed him?”

Feng Hechi remained unfazed, his gaze fixed on Ding An. His voice deepened slightly as he said, “If I recall correctly, Ding An is a grade repeater, isn’t he?”

The father and son froze. Ding An stammered, “H-how do you know that?”

The System told me, of course.

Feng Hechi’s expression remained unchanged. “It seems your understanding of the law is outdated. Anyone who has reached the age of sixteen is held criminally responsible.”

“And Ding An is already sixteen, isn’t he?”

Feng Hechi’s tone lifted slightly, his words delivered with casual ease.

Ding An’s actions hardly qualified as “serious offenses,” but Feng Hechi immediately recognized that neither the father nor the son were particularly educated. A few legal citations would easily intimidate them, leaving them no room to question the severity of the charges.

Talking to someone with such low intelligence required no effort at all.

Lu Cang stared blankly at Feng Hechi’s profile. He had never seen Feng Hechi look so composed and confident, a slight smile playing on his lips.

For a moment, Lu Cang even doubted if this was truly Feng Hechi. How could that useless, alcoholic man possibly exude such composure?

It was as if they were no longer in the school office, but rather in a business negotiation, facing off against adversaries.

Father Ding still tried to bluff, but Feng Hechi casually pulled out his phone.

“Oh, right, you wanted evidence, didn’t you?”

Feng Hechi tapped his phone a few times, pulling up the chat and transaction records from that day with Teacher Zhou. He smiled. “I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you. I gave Teacher Zhou the money for Lu Cang’s books and asked her to pass it on.”

The room fell silent as everyone’s eyes widened.

Father Ding lunged forward, snatching the phone from Feng Hechi’s hand. He frantically scrolled through the records, confirming they were genuine and not fabricated. Veins bulged on his forehead as he grabbed Ding An by the ear. “You little brat! How dare you lie to me!”

Ding An begged for mercy as his father yanked him around, but the next moment, Father Ding’s palm struck his face.

Having traveled all this way only to be humiliated in front of so many people by his son’s lies, Father Ding had no intention of letting him off easily.

However, the most dramatic reaction in the room didn’t come from the Ding family.

Feng Hechi felt the shoulder he had been supporting suddenly go limp, followed by a hand gripping his wrist.

His brow furrowed slightly as he looked down. Lu Cang’s eyes were wide, his dense, delicate lashes trembling violently, and his breathing had quickened. The hand gripping Feng Hechi’s wrist was shaking uncontrollably.

“Did you pay the money?”

Feng Hechi, a head taller than Lu Cang, gazed down at him, looking down from his superior height.

He had considered his words carefully before speaking. He could have claimed that Teacher Zhou’s reward system included a tuition waiver for the top student.

But that would inevitably lead to Father Ding’s relentless accusations that the money came from unfair class funds or that the teacher was abusing her position for personal gain, favoring students for her own benefit. That would never end.

By telling the truth now, he knew Lu Cang would react this way.

“Why?” Lu Cang demanded, his gaze fixed intently on Feng Hechi’s eyes. The man wore glasses and stood a head taller than Lu Cang, forcing the younger boy to look up at him. From this angle, Lu Cang could only see the cold glint reflecting off the lenses, unable to discern the expression in Feng Hechi’s eyes.

Why? Lu Cang wondered. Why did he pay my book fees, only to reject me so coldly afterward? Why has Feng Hechi never mentioned this since? Would he have kept it a secret forever if this hadn’t happened? Does he just not want me to know he helped me?

What is this man up to? What does he really mean?

Feng Hechi stared back impassively, effortlessly shaking off Lu Cang’s feeble grip with a casual flick of his wrist. He adjusted his glasses and looked down at Lu Cang, a sudden smile curving his lips.

“Why so surprised? Did you think I was going to help you secretly behind the scenes?”

Hearing his own barely conscious thought voiced aloud by Feng Hechi, Lu Cang flinched. Before he could retort, Feng Hechi’s voice rang out again.

“You have quite the imagination.”

His voice was calm, yet dripping with mockery.

“Your homeroom teacher is far more likable than you,” Feng Hechi said, a faint smile curving his lips as he leaned down, his mouth close to Lu Cang’s ear.

“I just wanted an excuse to get closer to your homeroom teacher. See? Now I have his contact information.”

His voice was deep and magnetic, the soft chuckle brushing against Lu Cang’s ear, carrying the warm breath that escaped his throat as he spoke.

But Lu Cang felt as if he had been plunged into an icy abyss.