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Shen Jiali suffered from a chronic illness from a young age and spent most of his life in a hospital bed.
On his deathbed, he transmigrated into a melodramatic “dog-blood” novel about wealthy families. He became the “vicious cannon fodder” fake young master. In the original plot, this character was forced to marry the notorious, “perverted,” and disabled villain in place of the true young master. The villain was said to have a leg disability and was so old and ugly that he never dared to show his true face.
The original host, hoping to inherit the villain’s fortune quickly, attempted to poison him. Eventually, his crimes were exposed, and he was tortured by the villain until he wished he were dead.
When Shen Jiali transmigrated, he was holding a bowl of poison, attempting to coax the villain into drinking it. The villain watched him silently, waiting for his move. Shen Jiali, tired of standing, said: “Are you drinking this or not? If you don’t, I’m drinking it myself.” The Villain (who had already swapped the poison for an effervescent vitamin tablet): “?”
In the villain’s courtyard, there was a secluded, gloomy forest the perfect place for a villain to harbor dark thoughts. Shen Jiali recalled the quote, “When the last leaf falls, I shall go too.” With a single order, he had the entire forest leveled to the ground. The Villain (watching his secret planning spot turn into a wide-open, sunny field): “?”
As a “Sang-Style” person whose only thoughts were “So annoying,” “Whatever,” and “Just let me lie down,” the only thing that could stir Shen Jiali’s emotions was making money. He wanted to save enough money to build himself a luxurious, “Matryoshka-style” tomb. That way, after he passed, he wouldn’t have to listen to annoying eulogies, and no one could bother him.
Consequently, he embezzled all the funds the villain gave him to manage the household, and his secret stash grew daily. The Villain (who was now skipping meals because the household budget was gone) finally discovered the stash. He sneered coldly: “What use is saving money? Can it change your fate of being imprisoned here by me?” Shen Jiali narrowed his eyes and said lazily: “What use is you eating so much? In the end, you’ll just turn into fertilizer for the earth.” The Villain: “…”
Seeing the villain’s face twist with rage, a rare smile appeared on Shen Jiali’s face. He seemed to have found a joy even greater than making money.
One day, Shen Jiali accidentally fell into a lake. He mentally calculated that his savings were enough for a luxury tomb with no exits. Thus, after a symbolic struggle, he decided to give up and let his body sink. Before losing consciousness, he saw a tall figure leap from a wheelchair. After being rescued, he vaguely heard the villain’s voice, trembling with a mix of fury and fear: “Shen Jiali, if you dare to die, I’ll kill you.” Shen Jiali: “???” (Thanks for fulfilling my wish.)
That night, pressed against the bed by the villain his body covered in marks and his legs weak—Shen Jiali issued a question from the depths of his soul: “Don’t you have a chronic leg disability?” The Villain: “Yes. I sprained my ankle.” Looking at the villain’s face, which was as beautiful as carved jade: “Aren’t you old and ugly?” The Villain: “The butler attended the banquets for me before. People assumed that was me.” The Butler:
