Part 3
The newcomer faced the gate directly, leaving them with only a beautiful, undulating profile—a delicate, straight nose and a well-defined jawline.
the driver couldn’t help but sigh. After driving for the boss for so many years, he had never seen someone with such a stunning aura. He was so beautiful that the person walking out behind him, despite being nearly two meters tall, wasn’t nearly as noticeable.
Everyone inside the Wang villa seemed to freeze simultaneously, turning their heads to look at the entering beauty. Their gazes shifted as the beauty moved.
The host of tonight’s victory banquet, Wang Sichen, also walked out wearing a white suit.
Upon seeing the beauty, a moment of clear astonishment flashed across his elegant face. Then, he smiled slowly, stepped forward, and extended a hand to Shi Ye, who was behind Wen Rong. “It’s an honor to have you here.”
Yet, his gaze remained fixed on Wen Rong, uncontrollably scanning him before he said slowly, “And you brought… a boyfriend?”
Wen Rong spoke: “A friend.”
“Ah, a friend.” Wang Sichen said meaningfully. “The way you came together, I thought what was being said online was true.”
“Aren’t you going to attend to your other guests?”
The crowd was instantly terrified. This kid from the slums really didn’t know what was good for him—the host is talking to you, and you’re chasing him away?
Wang Sichen, however, wasn’t angry. “Then the little friend can go play whatever he likes.”
Wen Rong didn’t stand on ceremony. “I saw a car at the entrance when I came in. Can I try it?”
Wang Sichen glanced toward the door and asked, “Do you know how to drive?”
“No, but Shi Ye does. He’ll teach me.”
“You really are…” Wang Sichen shook his head helplessly, smiling dotingly at Wen Rong. “Go ahead. It would be good for you to relax. But remember to come back after you’ve had your fun. I’ll be waiting for you.”
The crowd was even more shocked. What was going on? This slum kid who suddenly became famous had come uninvited, forcibly demanded to play with the host’s car, and Wang Sichen actually agreed? He was even happy about it? He was going to wait for him?
Only the secretary beside Wang Sichen understood—his boss was currently fuming. He had finally lured the little white rabbit over, only for it to bring its “lifesaver” and immediately bolt for the exit.
As the little white rabbit and his lifesaver walked toward the car, the secretary was suddenly startled.
—That was the sports car the boss had prepared to give to Lin Jinghang!
When Lin Jinghang came downstairs gleefully, he was told his new car had been driven away by Wen Rong.
“Go and get that car back for me! Why is Wen Rong even here? Find someone to beat him up and throw him out.”
His instructions were overheard by Wang Sichen, who had just stepped back inside. Wang Sichen’s expression darkened. “Who are you going to beat up?”
Only then did Lin Jinghang remember that his young uncle liked Wen Rong. He felt disgruntled, unable to understand why his uncle was so blinded by beauty.
“Uncle, don’t let him fool you.”
“I invited Wen Rong here. Don’t you dare scare him away.”
“I…”
Before Lin Jinghang could finish, a “bang” echoed from outside. Someone rushed in. “Young Master, that car was crashed by Wen Rong.”
Lin Jinghang sucked in a breath, but Wang Sichen asked urgently, “Is he hurt?”
He then scolded, “How were you looking after him? Didn’t you know to clear the obstacles from the driveway?”
“He… he hit a tree by the side of the road.”
“Get a doctor over there immediately to check on him.”
“The person is fine, it’s just… the front of the car is ruined.”
“My car is ruined!” Lin Jinghang was horrified.
“What kind of junk car is that? It has quality issues. Hurry up and get him a car with better quality.”
Lin Jinghang could hardly believe these words were coming from his own uncle. Since arriving in this world, the person he admired most was his uncle—decisive, ruthless, ambitious, and capable. How was he acting like a love-struck fool now?
Seconds later, the secretary came in from outside and told Wang Sichen, “Wen Rong is asking when you will be free.”
“When I’ll be free?”
Wang Sichen didn’t answer Lin Jinghang but instead gave a smirk. “Let him play a bit longer. I don’t have time right now.”
“Understood.”
The secretary left, the driver left, and Lin Jinghang glanced out the window. He saw Wen Rong and Shi Ye walking back in, and almost everyone immediately crowded around, talking to Wen Rong enthusiastically.
“Uncle, I know you like him, but aren’t you taking him a bit too seriously? He’s clearly manipulating you.”
“No, he’s avoiding me.” Wang Sichen chuckled. “He’s afraid I’ll do something to him, so he’s intentionally doing these things to make me dislike him.”
“?”
What kind of ghost logic was that?
“Watching him act like a terrified rabbit is quite interesting.”
Lin Jinghang: “…”
Several elders from the Bureau of Politics arrived, and Wang Sichen took him to socialize. Lin Jinghang briefly pushed Wen Rong to the back of his mind. He then thought that everything was now settled; his uncle was definitely going to be President, Zhou Wendong couldn’t come back to life, and no matter how much Wen Rong struggled, it was just the death throes of a cornered beast. There was no need to pay him any mind.
After meeting a round of high-ranking government officials, Wang Sichen sent him to mingle with the younger generation. Lin Jinghang was happy to do so, because right now he was the leader of this group. Even Zhao Zeyang had to come over and serve him wine.
“Where does Brother Lin want to go play after this? I recently met a few pretty girls…”
Lin Jinghang waved him off. “Nah, I’m not into that.” Having spent a long time in the apocalypse, he wasn’t particularly keen on romantic affairs.
“Brother Lin must be bored then. How about a different…” Zhao Zeyang tilted his head toward Wen Rong.
Lin Jinghang had to reject this even more. Seeing how his uncle had just been so love-struck, if he touched Wen Rong, his uncle would flip out on him.
“Not that one. Don’t even think about it.”
“Not Wen Rong.” How could Zhao Zeyang push the person he liked into Lin Jinghang’s hands? He pointed his chin at Shi Ye, who was beside Wen Rong. “I mean Shi Ye. Don’t you find him an eyesore? As soon as he arrived, everyone went to find him. Even those old guys from the Bureau of Politics, after meeting your uncle, the first thing they did was actively seek him out to talk, ignoring you.”
“You are the nephew of President Wang. If they don’t flatter you, how does that make sense?”
Lin Jinghang was also curious. “What’s Shi Ye’s status? Those old guys didn’t go to his father, but they went to him.”
“Because he’s too talented—the person who put his father on the throne of succession.” Zhao Zeyang said, “He’s incredibly arrogant. I don’t think he’s even taken the initiative to speak to you, right?”
He had—and he’d even gotten physical.
Thinking of that incident, a dark glint appeared in Lin Jinghang’s eyes. “I really do need to deal with him.”
His uncle was about to take office as President; why should he still fear Shi Ye?
Lin Jinghang carried his wine glass toward Shi Ye. While he was considering how to mess with him, Wen Rong seemed to sense his gaze and quickly moved to block Shi Ye. That terrified look clearly showed he was afraid Lin Jinghang would kill Shi Ye.
Lin Jinghang was delighted. “Relax. I won’t do what you’re thinking.”
Shi Ye also nudged Wen Rong aside. “Go wait for me over there for a bit. I want to have a word with him alone.”
“You… be careful.”
“Mm.”
Lin Jinghang sneered, thinking that killing Zhou Wendong was indeed a brilliant move. Now, Wen Rong didn’t even dare to bark in front of him. If he had been this obedient earlier, Lin Jinghang might have actually treated this fellow transmigrator well.
“I know you were the one who planted that bomb on the bridge.”
Shi Ye’s voice caused the smile on Lin Jinghang’s face to freeze.
Then, Lin Jinghang remembered that the items from the system were flawless. He regained his composure. “What, are you going to pin a crime on me to stop my uncle from becoming President?”
“I’m going to have you executed by firing squad.”
“Pfft—don’t talk nonsense. I’ve never touched such a thing.” Lin Jinghang was indifferent.
“The military has already caught the sniper. I also found the person who placed the bomb. They’ve both confessed that the assassination of President Zhou was orchestrated by you.”
“But the ones who killed President Zhou were from the military. If I recall correctly, your family seems to be the ones in charge of the military.”
“The statements from those few people aren’t important. I’ll hand the sniper and the evidence over to the court tomorrow. You won’t escape. Murdering a President, whether successful or not, is a capital offense. Didn’t you know that?”
“Then go ahead and try.”
Shi Ye didn’t say anything more. He turned and waved to Wen Rong.
Wen Rong came over. “Done talking?”
“Mm.”
Wen Rong pointed toward the back of the villa. “There are too many people here. I want to go somewhere quieter for a while.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
Lin Jinghang thought that the sniper and the bomb-planter were completely unimportant. Even if they confessed, he could use the system to change the plot.
Such self-righteous ‘Celestial Beings.’
As he was secretly mocking them, the secretary came over. “Young Master, the boss told me to tell you that Wen Rong wants to be the Student Council President of Floriman Academy…”
Lin Jinghang interrupted him: “What did you say?”
The secretary looked at Lin Jinghang’s expression and explained in a low voice: “Wen Rong has high prestige among the masses right now. If he enters politics in the future, he’ll be an asset to the boss. The boss asked me to ask you if there’s any gift you’d like—anything at all—and he’ll buy it for you. The position of President… will be given to Wen Rong.”
Lin Jinghang was suddenly enraged. “On what basis! I’m his nephew.”
“It truly is more beneficial for Wen Rong to be the Student Council President. No one really knows you right now, and you have no foundation at the school.”
“I can build it once I get there!”
“That’s still an unknown factor, but Wen Rong is already established…”
Without waiting for the secretary to finish, Lin Jinghang pushed him aside to go find Wang Sichen. Although he admired Wang Sichen, he absolutely could not tolerate a man blinded by love giving away what belonged to him just to please a little lover.
After a few steps, he didn’t see Wang Sichen in the crowd. His anger had nowhere to go, until he caught a glimpse of a back disappearing behind the villa.
Wen Rong—
Wen Rong—
This person was a nuisance as long as he was alive. If it hadn’t been for him yesterday, President Zhou would have died even sooner. If it hadn’t been for him, Zhao Zeyang would have won the championship.
Lin Jinghang’s gaze gradually deepened, giving rise to a thought he had never used before. He wanted Wen Rong dead. Anyone who blocked him from dominating this world had to die.
And above the villa, several flowerpots that the servants hadn’t taken away provided the method.
“System, I want to exchange for a gust of wind.”
[Exchange successful.]
As the system’s voice fell, a bizarre wind began to swirl through the night. The flowerpots on the villa balcony began to teeter.
Crash!
Crash!
Crash!
The flowerpots fell one after another, drawing everyone’s attention. Then, a woman’s terrified scream rang out.
Lin Jinghang let out a deep breath, finally turning around with satisfaction, wanting to go down and see the magnificent scene he had designed.
As he walked down the stairs, he was so pleased that he began to fantasize about his glorious inauguration as the Student Council President of Floriman Academy. Under the gaze of thousands, he would become the god of the aristocratic school.
—And there would be no more Wen Rong to get in his way.
Trot, trot, trot. Urgent footsteps came from a distance. The secretary stumbled, nearly falling.
Lin Jinghang was amused by his appearance. “Don’t be in such a rush. What happened?”
“Your uncle…”
“Can’t you be a bit more composed? Haven’t you worked by my uncle’s side for many years?”
The secretary’s Adam’s apple bobbed forcefully as he spoke again: “Your uncle… was hit by a flowerpot that fell from the fourth floor.”
At the same time, in a deep, dark alleyway, a thin figure slowly stepped out. His gaze silently pierced through the crowd and locked with Lin Jinghang’s.
Buzz—
Lin Jinghang’s phone vibrated.
[Without Wang Sichen, what are you in this world?]
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