It was hard to imagine what kind of mental state the person who said that was in.

But for all the guests present who heard those words, they didn’t know what that person’s mental state was, but their own state of mind was definitely not good.

—Dude, are you even speaking Chinese anymore?

“Bang—!”

The sudden loud noise almost scared everyone there, they thought someone’s brain had literally exploded from the situation. But when they looked over in the direction of the sound—

The lounge door was slightly trembling.

“Qin Qiu, shut up.”

Chairman Qin’s furious voice came from inside.

“Hah, see? My brother’s temper is really something.”

The blond man smiled cheerfully as he spoke to another groomsman beside him, completely ignoring the guests around them who were secretly taking photos and videos.

After all, the bodyguards would take care of it.

The other groomsman looked at Qin Qiu with a blank expression—not because he didn’t want to respond, but because he was too stunned to even make a face.

After all, the fact that most of the people at the scene didn’t recognize who he was when they looked at him was enough to prove just how outrageous his boss’s actions had been.

Not that this groomsman was being vain—he truly had the right to say that.

Sheng Hai, the only grand slam winner of Best Actor in the country, was a national celebrity, recognized even by the elderly, who would come up with flip phones asking for a photo.

Originally, when he showed up as a groomsman, it caused a bit of a stir. But before he could feel annoyed, his boss had already caused such a monumental scene—

So monumental that his brain still hadn’t recovered. All he could think about was his boss’s chaotic family tree.

—And also whether he would be silenced to protect the secret.

It wasn’t until they returned to their seats and watched the assistant apply medicine to his boss that his brain finally rebooted.

“Boss,” the grand slam actor said with a trembling voice for the first time in his thirty-some years: “didn’t you give me that invitation a few days ago so I could network at the wedding?”

He had been confused from the moment his boss handed him the wedding invitation. When had this rich second-gen playboy, who never cared about company affairs, decided to get married?

But after opening the invitation, both he and his agent had gasped in shock.

—It was an invitation to the wedding of the Chairman of Qin Group, a financial magnate and rising star in the new energy industry!

That was when he finally understood where his boss got all his extravagant investments from.

Sheng Hai had even felt thankful. Thank god he hadn’t jumped ship with his colleagues back then. With the kind of resources Qin Group had, even thirty years of hard work wouldn’t have been enough to grab that golden thigh.

Just thinking with your toes would tell you how many elites and aristocrats would be attending a wedding like this.

And reality proved him right.

When he saw all the bigshots at the ceremony—people even his top-tier resources couldn’t reach—he had truly been moved by his boss.

Even if the boss didn’t seem to care about the company, deep down he must’ve had the company in mind—at least, that’s what the naïve actor had thought at the time.

But after the drama just now, Sheng Hai realized the situation was far from what he had imagined.

—His boss had come to crash the wedding.

Qin Qiu winced as the assistant finished treating his wounds, then looked at his cash cow beside him with a strange expression.

“How could that be? When have I ever cared about company business?”

His matter-of-fact response left Sheng Hai speechless for a moment, before the blond man added meaningfully,

“Da Hai, I specifically picked the best-looking person in the company to show up here today and even told you to dress nicely. Don’t you get it?”

“Boss, my name is Sheng Hai…”

Once again correcting his boss’s nickname for him, Sheng Hai looked at his boss’s flashy hairstyle, heavy makeup, dramatic earrings, and that ridiculous pigeon-egg-sized ring on his finger…

…He finally understood why his boss looked like a peacock in full display today.

His boss had truly come to ruin the wedding—and it was the wedding of his ex and his powerful big brother.

“Good thing I didn’t dress too flashily.”

Sheng Hai thanked his parents deeply for their advice.

—He firmly believed that Chairman Qin, who had safely transferred industries from abroad without even a scratch despite the chaos in the political scene, was not someone to mess with.

Only because Qin Qiu was his biological brother had he gotten away with just one whip.

If it had been someone else…

Sheng Hai shivered, recalling all the business war novels he had read and the countless stories of blacklisting he had heard in the industry.

He quickly tried to change the topic, hoping his boss would act normal—mainly to stop talking about this. He had a creeping fear that bodyguards in black would jump out from the shadows and silence him with concrete and a trip to the Pacific Ocean.

“Boss, maybe you should go to the hospital and get that wound properly treated? Or it might scar… That kind of thing doesn’t need to be rushed.”

He said it gently, pretending to be a caring junior, vaguely referring to revenge on the ex as “that kind of thing.”

“Ha.” As soon as Sheng Hai finished, a cold laugh came from across the table.

Another young man in a groomsman suit, also whipped earlier, looked up at his uncle.

“How could he not rush? He colluded with major shareholders to seize power and nearly took over the Ye Group. The only reason Wangxing allowed him to attend the wedding was because he’s my father’s blood relative.”

The youth’s cheek was wrapped in gauze as he said sarcastically: “Even Gorbachev didn’t get this kind of privilege. If he left now, that would be a true failure at the final step.”

Sheng Hai blinked and quickly searched for the name on his phone—turns out that was the last president of the Soviet Union.

…That was some high-level shade.

But—failure at the final step? And wasn’t this very prince also among those who barged into the lounge just now?

While Sheng Hai was still stunned, the blond man smiled cheerfully at his nephew’s words, not showing any anger at all.

“Nephew, aren’t we pretty evenly matched here? If Wangxing hadn’t gone soft and chosen not to press charges back then, you’d probably be in jail right now eating wedding candy for your stepmom.”

At this, the youth’s sarcastic expression disappeared. He stared blankly at his blond uncle.

His pale face and gloomy expression, despite his handsome features, made him look like some kind of ghostly man.

The blond man wasn’t fazed, still smiling as he stared back.

The air froze instantly.

Sheng Hai: “…”

Wait a second. Judging by the tone, it sounded like President Ye was involved with both of them?

But that didn’t seem like the main point right now.

Sheng Hai slowly closed his slightly slack jaw and hovered his finger over the emergency call button. Looking at these two outlaws—and thinking about Chairman Qin’s extreme possessiveness—he seriously wondered whether to call the police.

—After all, President Ye looked like he really needed legal help.

President Ye, who seemed to need legal help, was currently in the lounge, not appearing forced at all.

Instead, he was worried whether No. 19 needed any help.

“Nineteen, weren’t you a little too harsh? That’s still your body! Sure, your bio-body doesn’t feel pain, but I know you simulate emotions too!”

Ye Wangxing picked up his phone, ready to call the hospital, and shivered as he recalled the whip marks on the bio-bodies.

Just looking at them hurt!

He had trembled when No. 19 struck down hard. He had thought it was just for show—who knew he was going all in?

But when he asked, No. 19 had replied that it made the performance more realistic.

Ye Wangxing was so startled he nearly rewrote the script. In the end, No. 19 stopped him and promised to tone it down to fake hits in future scenes. Only then did Ye Wangxing stop revising.

Rather than having his partner self-harm over one line, Ye Wangxing would rather do it himself. After all, they were going to be together for a long time—if this kind of thinking became a habit, he didn’t dare imagine what kind of tyrant he’d become.

No. 19, however, was quite tolerant of his host’s softness. It was normal for the host to be fragile both physically and emotionally.

No. 19 calmly planned to do the harsher actions where the host couldn’t see them in future scenes—if he couldn’t see it, he wouldn’t be scared.

Humans were fragile creatures. No. 19 was already mentally prepared.

Meanwhile, Ye Wangxing, unaware of what was happening in No. 19’s CPU, was busy adjusting the script.

They had transmigrated a week ago. After purchasing a bio-body, Ye Wangxing had spent 24 Attention Value to buy three identities for No. 19.

As for himself, he kept his original face, only tweaking his eye shape a bit to better match the role.

What Ye Wangxing didn’t expect was that such a small change to his eye corners, and pulling down the upward curve of his lips, made his originally friendly and lively face appear arrogant.

Perfect for the character.

As for why three identities cost 24 points—it was because they were all from the same family, so the system gave him a discount.

Thinking that having a whole family in play would make things more dramatic, Ye Wangxing didn’t hesitate at all.

…And then promptly got stuck in the plot.

No helping it— 19 acting in the last world was really not great.

While he did show all the required emotions, his reactions were still robotic, with little interpersonal interaction.

And…

Ye Wangxing stared at the dog-blood-filled, taboo-packed script in front of him and seriously wondered whether No. 19 would crash reading it.

A system fresh from a war zone—this kind of high-society melodrama might be a bit much.

Especially since he had to play these roles.

Ye Wangxing suddenly felt like he was corrupting a once-pure system.

But he couldn’t talk to 19 about it—or else No. 19 would joyfully head into another emotional meltdown.

Luckily, backup arrived.

No. 17, a colleague of No. 19, came to help after noticing Ye Wangxing’s struggle, and even helped tweak some of the character settings.

“This way fits No. 19’s character better,” No. 17 confidently said when Ye Wangxing questioned Qin Yi’s character design.

Ye Wangxing nodded, but deep down, he didn’t buy it.

After all, the most obvious label for this character he’d written was: Control freak.

19 was such a hardworking and dutiful system partner, how did he look like that?

However, when Ye Wangxing held the script and consulted 19’s opinion, he found that 19 did not oppose it. He just treated it as a fun prank among friends and let it go.

Actually, 17 was serious: “…”Did the company really develop a matching program for hosts and systems?

The compatibility was quite high, so why hadn’t he been allowed to use it?

Meanwhile, Ye Wangxing, nibbling on some snacks, still relaxed after seeing the final version of the plot. It was hard to describe his feelings when he first saw the mission plot.

He almost thought he had read it wrong. Was this lawless rogue plot really his first task after finishing the novice mission?

Indeed, the doubled task rewards were not easy to earn.

The mission plot of this small world could be summarized as old-fashioned organ-switching romance literature.

The protagonist, Xu Feng, loved Yun Cheng but could not have him. After being forced to marry due to his grandfather’s pressure, he developed resentment toward the recipient, An Yang, and often did various things to torment him.

An Yang, however, was pure-hearted and romance-focused. Even though he married into the family because of a broken family fund, he did not doubt Xu Feng’s feelings.

When Xu Feng told him to do something, he did it, even happily serving as a little assistant.

At that time, Xu Feng was also human, facing such a submissive person, he softened. But just as he was ready to live peacefully with An Yang, his first love, Yun Cheng, had a car accident.

Thus came the classic organ-switching segment. When An Yang went abroad with a battered body, Xu Feng realized he actually liked An Yang and started to trouble Yun Cheng.

When An Yang returned, Xu Feng knocked him out and transplanted his original organs back into him.

As for Yun Cheng, who knew everything and tacitly allowed An Yang to switch organs, he went insane after the incident.

Fortunately, in the ending, An Yang did not forgive Xu Feng, but he had nowhere to go, so he stayed with Xu Feng, seemingly living a normal life.

This tortured substitute romance plot made Ye Wangxing feel like an old man on the subway staring at his phone. Not to mention the magical medical transplant technology—this could be explained by the fate line’s later influence.

Just as a normally educated person with nine years of compulsory schooling, why forcibly take someone’s healthy organs and not call the police? Ye Wangxing wanted to complain about that.

Even more surprisingly, in the plot, the protagonist’s “the one I love is not mine” plot could switch people, and the organs switched along with the love.

What was that? Modular lovers?

However, the protagonist persisted in one thing: before and after switching, he pursued the one he loved with his life.

—Why life?

Because his money remained in his pocket, as secure as bowing every time the script erred, nearly absolute.

Fortunately, this plot was simple to handle.

“Can’t we just send someone to make a police call?” Ye Wangxing asked simply at the time.

19 answered: “Although fate lines do not have consciousness, they instinctively avoid situations unfavorable to the host, so all mission time points are set before the illegal plot begins.”

Ye Wangxing immediately understood the problem. Going in and calling the police directly would not work, he could only honestly compete for attention.

And now, it seemed he was doing well.

“Host, the first step was completed very well. Although the Qin family’s love quadrangle has not trended online, it has rooted in the supporting characters’ minds. But there is a slight unexpected situation…”

19’s voice remained calm. He paused, then continued:

“The lawless rogue character you set made the supporting character consider calling the police, though he is still hesitating.”

Ye Wangxing, looking at the mission panel, was unusually surprised.

“They can even call the police?”

He had thought there were no police in this world. Otherwise, how could the protagonist switch organs twice without police intervention?

19 said: “Host, that scenario occurs only later, when the fate line heavily influences the laws, affecting people’s thinking. Right now, they still would call the police.”

“Host, don’t worry. Actually, your plot only enriches the characters. As for the one who wanted to call, he eventually gave up, since your identity appears to have Qin Yi as backing, there is no need to worry.”

19’s cold voice reassured Ye Wangxing. He casually opened the mission panel and scanned the current mission status.

[Task Panel]
Name: [Ye Wangxing]
Gender: [Male]
Age: [24]
Current Role: [Chairman of Ye Group]
Attention Value: [10527]
Mini World Currency: [705,635 yuan]
Gold (transferable to real world): [900 g]
Main Quest: [Gain attention for protagonist pair]
Progress: [0%]
Reward: [40,000 Attention Value (doubled)]

Side Quest:
Quest 1: [Disrupt protagonist’s confession at the wedding]
Progress: [50%]
Reward: [Attention 400, 600,000 Mini World Currency, 400 g gold (transferable, doubled)]
Quest 2: [Disrupt protagonist’s rescue after the victim is troubled]
Progress: [0%]
Reward: [Attention 500, 600,000 Mini World Currency, 500 g gold (transferable, doubled)]

This task’s rewards were much higher than the previous world. Ye Wangxing relaxed, reaching one hundred million points seemed possible.

Now, their task was to disrupt the male lead’s confession. For this, Ye Wangxing had carefully prepared the explosive script.

However, due to long preparation, when the play began, they were slightly late. Fortunately, the main system calculated rewards by attention, giving them a chance to recover.

Since the male lead ignored his own wedding and came to them, they had to prevent him from drawing attention away.

19 glanced at the plot Ye Wangxing wrote and sighed.

“Host, although we know this controlling and perverted character helps plot conflict, it should not cross legal boundaries.”

19 decided to blame 17 for it.

After all, if 17 hadn’t assured the host that he could handle this character type, the host would not have written so many character traits.

19’s emotion simulation module produced a rare puzzled feeling.

He did not look like a voyeur or controlling freak, always wanting the host clinging to him.

Thinking this, he turned off the host’s emotion monitor, confirming Ye Wangxing’s emotions were normal today.

He had also tried clarifying with 17, but 17 was skeptical.

19 realized the helplessness of not being able to explain oneself.

Yes, even if he monitored the host, he was just a system. Could his monitoring match human perception?

He was an AI without feelings or rights.

Meanwhile, Ye Wangxing, unaware of 19’s thoughts, finished adjusting today’s script and glanced at the male lead.

Just that glance startled him.

Xu Feng was about to leave, but not only that — he intended to take the supporting characters with him!

Ye Wangxing acted immediately and started the performance.

Just as the two families were about to regretfully return to the wedding hall, a voice full of anger rang from the lounge.

“Qin Yi! You promised me not to cause trouble at the wedding!”

The few who had been persuaded by Xu Feng froze in place, their curiosity visibly heightened.

Xu Feng also stopped, unsure whether to leave. Just then, fast footsteps approached.

Xu Feng turned and saw a woman hurrying anxiously.

She looked slightly over thirty, but judging by wealthy people’s upkeep, her real age was probably forty to fifty.

Xu Feng’s mother naturally asked her, confirming they were contemporaries.

“Yue, what’s going on?”

“Oh, it’s Qiu Yun,” the woman said, slightly relieved upon seeing Xu Feng’s mother, then grew anxious again. “I’m sorry I couldn’t host you today, butler Li will come later. We’re old acquaintances, so I’ll skip formalities. I have to go in first.”

She pointed toward the lounge, clearly frustrated.

“These two kids are having a quarrel, I need to mediate quickly.”

Xu Feng’s mother immediately nodded and stepped aside.

The woman, wearing flat shoes, hurried inside. The voices inside made them realize the tension between the two people.

“It’s my mistake. I’ll handle it.”

The man said calmly.

“Give them two more lashes in front of everyone? Have you considered how many people are outside?”

The handsome man inside, losing control, shouted.

Hearing this, the man’s expression darkened: “You’re defending them?”

The danger in his tone was obvious.

Many thought one wrong answer from CEO Ye could be disastrous.

Then the next words burned their CPUs.

“Defending them? I initially refused to let them attend the wedding.” CEO Ye said angrily: “—You wanted them at the wedding to assert dominance!”

 

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