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Jing Nian, the Underworld’s number one violent beauty.
With a face that’s both stunning and icy, his mental state is even more “impressive”—cross him and you’re done for.
Client A died at the wrong time? One Soul-Binding Chain to knock them out.
Client B was disrespectful to him? Their forehead gets two big lumps as a gift.
Even the stingy boss who withheld his salary couldn’t escape the fate of getting beaten up.
No one in the entire Underworld dares to bully him, because they can’t beat him.
His only flaw is terrible luck. He’s cunning and calculating, but his calculations never quite work out. Every day, he’s either being scammed or on his way to being scammed.
—
That day, his stingy boss suddenly invited him out for a meal.
At the table, the boss smiled obsequiously, occasionally glancing at the handsome waiter beside them. “Nian Nian, are you satisfied?”
Jing Nian looked at the four-digit prices on the menu and nodded repeatedly.
Satisfied? Extremely satisfied.
It wasn’t until the engagement banquet was laid out that he realized there’s no such thing as a free lunch. The so-called treat was actually a trick to get him to go on a blind date.
The waiter wasn’t a waiter at all. He was his boss’s boss, and now also his fiancé—the Great Profound Emperor.
Falling into a trap yet again +1.
Jing Nian exploded, grabbing his silent Beagle pet rabbit and making a run for it. “I’m not marrying! Whoever wants to marry him can go ahead!”
—
On the third day of his escape, the Great Profound Emperor called.
The voice on the other end sounded weak and desolate. “A’Nian, I respect your choice. Come see me one last time, and we’ll call off the engagement.”
Jing Nian’s face darkened as he rolled up his sleeves, ready for a fight, and went.
But after opening the door, he froze.
That lofty Emperor was leaning weakly against the doorframe, his robes hanging open, his firm waist wrapped in blood-stained bandages.
Jing Nian: “You’re injured?”
The Emperor lowered his eyes. “Mhm, it’s nothing serious.”
Jing Nian: “If it’s nothing serious, why are you collapsing onto me?”
Looking at those injuries, Jing Nian silently rolled down his sleeves, which he’d prepared for a fight, and casually gave the abs a couple of feels.
Hiss—
The feel was really good.
—
The one thing Jing Nian regretted the least was that year when he was eighteen, he ended up in bed with his adoptive father.
Later, his adoptive father abandoned him.
He went around telling everyone that was his ex-husband, whom he’d dumped.
And he brazenly felt up other men’s abs.
But the very night after feeling up those abs, the adoptive father he’d “dumped” suddenly appeared, pinned him down, covered his eyes, and thoroughly bullied him.
The man’s voice was low and suggestive by his ear. “A’Nian has grown up. While I was away, you even learned to be fickle.”
