The Abused Villain is Always Obsessed with Me - Chapter 6

Only a small lamp illuminated the living room.

The light slanted across the man’s profile, highlighting the graceful contours of his face. He lowered his head, casually swiping through his phone, and lazily glanced toward the bedroom when he heard a noise.

Lu Cang stood a few meters away, staring fixedly at him.

“Done already?” Feng Hechi raised an eyebrow, surprised to see him emerge from the room so quickly.

Lu Cang’s lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the man’s voice cut him off.

“If you’re done, hurry up and make dinner. Look at the time.”

Lu Cang paused, but instead of obeying, he remained rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on Feng Hechi. He spoke softly, “I don’t have the strength right now. I can’t lift the pot.”

“Tsk.”

The man’s tongue click wasn’t loud, but it sounded particularly sharp in the quiet living room, tinged with impatience.

“Forget it. I’ll just eat out.”

He said nothing more, standing up as if he couldn’t be bothered to waste any more words on Lu Cang.

The youth’s eyes darkened slightly, his gaze fixed intently on the man’s retreating figure.

Feng Hechi was different now.

In the past, he would never have listened to any of Lu Cang’s excuses, especially one with such a defiant tone. It would have felt like a personal affront, a loss of face.

Whether through physical punishment or coercion, he wouldn’t have stopped until Lu Cang obediently complied.

But now, Feng Hechi simply decided to eat out, his impatience barely concealed.

There was no scolding, no punishment—nothing Lu Cang had anticipated.

Even though his expression remained annoyed.

As the man casually walked to the door, reached for the handle, and turned it, Lu Cang averted his gaze, staring down at the floor.

Now, his own dinner plans were ruined as well.

He had some money on him, but that was reserved for groceries. Unless absolutely necessary, he would never touch that fund.

After all, he had once mismanaged his spending, leaving him penniless by the end of the month. Even after staking out the market after school, he couldn’t afford the cheapest chicken.

The consequence was Feng Hechi’s furious order for him to stand in the corner in the same posture for three hours.

When he finally stood up, his knees were so stiff and painful he couldn’t straighten them. For the next week, every step he took and every stair he climbed was agony.

Forget it, he thought. It’s just one meal I’ll skip. No big deal.

“Hey, you.”

A voice came from the doorway.

Lu Cang jerked his head up and saw Feng Hechi leaning against the doorframe.

They never addressed each other by name; “hey” and “you” were the most normal ways they spoke to each other.

He felt the man’s gaze sweep over him, linger on his face, and wondered what he was thinking.

Then Feng Hechi turned, twisted the doorknob, and pushed the door open. His voice carried through the hallway draft to Lu Cang’s ears.

“Come with me.”

The wall paint peeled off in large, scab-like patches, revealing years of accumulated grease that glistened under the harsh glare of the overhead fluorescent light. A pungent smell of cooking oil drifted from the kitchen.

Sitting in this cramped diner, Lu Cang still couldn’t quite process what was happening.

He subtly glanced up at the man across from him, his expression carefully neutral.

Feng Hechi’s eyes were lowered, fixed on the laminated menu before him. The menu’s edges were stained with grease, but his hands remained tucked in his pockets, never touching it. His gaze swept over the dishes listed with a hint of disdain.

Had Feng Hechi always been this fastidious?

Lu Cang stared at him, that unsettling feeling resurfacing in his chest.

No, what truly astonished him was that Feng Hechi had even brought him here to eat. Given his usual behavior, he would have expected Lu Cang to fend for himself at home, never spending a penny more on him.

The diner was sparsely populated, with only a few tables crammed into the narrow space, each occupied by a handful of patrons.

Feng Hechi stared at the unappetizing menu items, a flicker of regret crossing his mind.

I shouldn’t have come here.

Seeing Lu Cang’s pale, unsteady demeanor earlier, it was clear he hadn’t fully recovered. Without proper nourishment, he’d likely collapse sooner rather than later.

He had no desire to serve Lu Cang like that again.

Outside their old residential complex was a row of restaurants, all cramped and dilapidated. Some even had missing characters on their signs.

Only this place looked decent, with frosted glass doors obscuring the interior. That’s why he’d stepped inside.

He glanced at the prices listed after the menu items, all double the normal rate, and some cheap vegetable dishes were even several times more expensive.

Just as he was considering getting up and leaving, a voice called out from across the room, growing louder as it approached.

“Well, well, who do we have here? Brother Feng, what brings you here?”

The oily, ingratiating voice dripped with forced familiarity. Feng Hechi raised his head expressionlessly, his gaze fixed on the source of the sound.

A man with dyed red and yellow highlights, dark skin, and a cigarette dangling from his lips swaggered toward him.

He strode up to Feng Hechi and reached out to clap him on the shoulder. Feng Hechi stared at the man’s dark hand, its fingertips glistening with oil and grime caked in the crevices.

The moment the hand descended, Feng Hechi subtly shifted, evading the touch. He lazily glanced up at the man.

“Excuse me, who are you again?”

The man’s expression froze for a split second before he quickly forced a fake smile.

“I’m Xiao Pan, Brother Feng. Don’t you remember? We drank together before.”

Feng Hechi stared at the man who called himself Xiao Pan.

Host, this person is…

The System was about to introduce him when Feng Hechi interrupted, “No need for introductions.”

?

“He’s just some irrelevant nobody. No point wasting time.”

His self-introduction made it clear: he was one of the original host’s drinking buddies, utterly useless even for exploitation.

The System fell silent.

Seeing Xiao Pan’s eager expression, as if trying to jog Feng Hechi’s memory, Feng Hechi cut to the chase.

“Oh, then what do you want?”

Realizing Feng Hechi had no intention of being friendly and remained aloof, the thug’s facade began to crack. Glancing sideways at Lu Cang, who sat silently nearby, he suddenly perked up.

“Yo, is this the cheap son you mentioned?”

Lu Cang’s body stiffened instantly, his eyes snapping up to glare at the thug.

Feng Hechi frowned.

If this man dared to speak so rudely in front of Lu Cang, it was clear the original host had frequently belittled Lu Cang when they hung out together.

“What were you thinking, bringing him out to eat? This place isn’t cheap, you know. What a waste of money.”

The man, surnamed Pan, chuckled smugly, his contempt dripping from every word. Unseen by him, Lu Cang’s expression turned dark and malevolent, his gaze like a poisoned blade.

Feng Hechi’s friend, huh? I’ll remember that. In a few years, he’d…

“Whether it’s a waste of money is none of your concern,” a low, magnetic voice cut through Lu Cang’s thoughts. He snapped his gaze to the man sitting across from him.

Feng Hechi was defending him.

Lu Cang lifted his eyelids, finally looking directly at the thug who called himself Xiao Pan.

Seeing Feng Hechi’s attitude, Xiao Pan’s face twisted through a series of expressions. Before he could think of a retort, Feng Hechi continued.

“Who I take out is my business. What right do you have to judge? Just because we’ve shared a few drinks doesn’t make you anyone special.”

Feng Hechi scoffed, his eyes brimming with disdain as he stared at Xiao Pan like he was a joke.

The thug’s face flushed crimson, then paled, finally settling into a distorted grimace.

He suddenly clenched his fist and lunged at Feng Hechi.

“Fvck you, you piece of sh1t! Talking to me like you’re some kind of big shot!”

Lu Cang’s pupils constricted sharply. He wanted to warn Feng Hechi to dodge, but the figure simply sidestepped casually, easily evading the thug’s punch.

The thug lost his footing and crashed into the row of benches. Feng Hechi immediately moved behind him, clamped down on his wrist, and twisted it sharply behind his back. A pained scream erupted from the thug’s mouth.

“Brother, Brother Feng, I was wrong! Let go! I broke that wrist before!”

Feng Hechi raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips. “What, got your mouth shut the hard way too?”

The thug, past caring about pride, begged repeatedly. Only after he’d exhausted his apologies did Feng Hechi leisurely release his grip.

The thug scrambled to his feet, too afraid to say another word, and shoved the door open to flee.

 Host, don’t you have a congenital heart condition?  the System murmured.

“Yeah, so?”

Though his health prevented him from engaging in strenuous activities, Feng Hechi’s father had insisted he learn self-defense from a young age, training with professional instructors within his physical limits. This was likely to prevent him from being helpless if kidnapped or extorted on the street.

Dealing with a thug like this was child’s play.

Feng Hechi settled back into his seat, pulled two tissues from the napkin dispenser, and meticulously wiped his fingers clean of any contact with the thug.

When Lu Cang looked up, his gaze met Feng Hechi’s.

Lu Cang opened his mouth, “You…”

Feng Hechi had actually gotten into a conflict with his friend for Lu Cang’s sake.

This realization stirred up a tempest in Lu Cang’s heart, and he struggled to remain calm.

What does this man want from me? Or does he have some other motive?

But Feng Hechi’s casual expression as he glanced back at the menu didn’t suggest anything sinister.

Lu Cang’s hands tightened in his lap as he whispered, “…Thank you.”

Feng Hechi glanced at him, slightly puzzled.

Unaware of the complex mental gymnastics the young man had just endured to utter that single word, he replied casually, “Don’t overthink it. I did it for myself.”

Feng Hechi saw Lu Cang’s friend’s mockery as a personal affront. Besides, if the conflict hadn’t erupted, the man might have droned on endlessly beside him.

Lu Cang stiffened, lowering his gaze without a word.

The Feng Hechi of the past would never have said such a thing.

He used to speak from a position of superiority, acting as if Lu Cang owed him eternal gratitude, even when his actions had nothing to do with Lu Cang.

Lu Cang tugged at the corner of his mouth, a faint smile flickering across his face in the corner Feng Hechi couldn’t see.