After The Simp Sealed His Heart With Cement, The Demon Lord Immediately Fell In Love! - Chapter 11

He had been discovered. As expected, the protagonist shou was no ordinary character. Su Mo sighed. Concern for him was just a pretext; the real motive was to scout the situation. The trope of the “naive and innocent” character simply did not exist here. It turns out that readers truly love characters who play the pig to eat the tiger.

“Eighth Master, are you there?”

Knowing there was no one else in the cell, Su Mo stopped holding back and tried to call out to the system. He waited for a long time, but heard no response. Does the system only reappear when a task is completed? Su Mo sighed, feeling utterly helpless. Since transmigrating, he had only seen the system, who called himself Eighth Master, once. The voice was like that of a child, and its appearance was blurred out, so he could not see it clearly.

【The plot will appear in your mind in the form of prompt cards. You only need to complete your tasks according to the prompts. The next time we meet will be when you have finished your mission. Remember, do not act recklessly.】

After assigning his task and warning him not to act out of character or deviate from the plot, the system had left, never to appear again. Unable to get a reply from the Eighth Master, Su Mo felt a bit discouraged, but he forced himself to perk up a second later. He would soon be granted a new life, so he had to carefully consider which small world he should be reincarnated into. He did not want a dangerous ancient martial arts world, a cultivation world with an excessively long lifespan, or a post-apocalyptic setting—those were a hard “no.” He decided he was best suited for a quiet, ordinary modern society. In his next life, he would avoid dangerous jobs. He would be born into an average family, have a stable job, find a lover to grow old with, and perhaps they could even raise a dog.

Thinking of the bright future ahead, Su Mo could not help but chuckle. He was an orphan, abandoned at birth and taken in by an orphanage, and he had never been adopted. Due to his circumstances, he could not attend university. To make a living, he went abroad to work as a mercenary, constantly living a life where his survival hung by a thread. Later, upon returning home, he settled down in a small, third-tier city. He had known his sexual orientation from a young age—he was the bottom. Because of his introverted personality, he never dared to reveal his orientation; he had remained single since birth until the day he died. From beginning to end, he had always been alone. Having been lonely for too long, he longed to find a partner who would treat him with sincerity and build a new family. Now that his wish was within reach, he could not help but feel happy and expectant.

As Wen Muli’s childhood friend, he was genuinely happy that Wen Muli could marry Yan Yichen. Even though there were many misunderstandings and unpleasantness between them, Su Mo would not deny Wen Muli as a person. If asked if he had ever fallen for Wen Muli, the answer was no. He did not dare to love. From the very beginning, he knew that Wen Muli would never belong to him. He did not belong to this world; they would always be mere passersby.

The water prison was dim, and Su Mo could only estimate the date based on Yan Yichen’s visits. Every day, Yan Yichen would bring food, help treat Su Mo’s wounds, stay for an hour, and then leave. Wen Muli had returned to the capital, but he did not stop Yan Yichen from visiting, which implied his tacit approval. However, this approval was not out of concern for Su Mo; it was a concession and indulgence for Yan Yichen. He was showing through his actions that as long as it was what Yan Yichen wanted, he would satisfy it, including letting him get close to the Empress whom he detested.

Another day passed. Early in the morning, the sound of steady footsteps approached, followed by the respectful voice of the jailer.

“Greetings, Your Majesty.”

It was time—his ending. Su Mo’s eyes lit up. Not long after, the cell door opened. Wen Muli, whom he had not seen for a long time, walked in. Seeing Su Mo’s emaciated frame, he frowned slightly. Words of concern reached his lips, but they turned into a cold command.

“Tomorrow is the wedding between me and Chen’er. For the sake of Chen’er, I will release you. Return to the Fengxin Palace to wash up and prepare to preside over our wedding tomorrow.”

“Understood.”

A smile appeared on Su Mo’s pale, scarred face, and he nodded in agreement. He stood up slowly and began to limp away past Wen Muli. The latter grabbed his wrist with such force that it caused him pain. Su Mo looked back, puzzled, and was met with Wen Muli’s angry eyes.

“Su Mo, is this truly your wish?”

Could he really be broad-minded enough to watch him marry another man? If he really did not care, why did he kill Ye Shu back then?

“Does my wish matter, Your Majesty?” Su Mo replied with a candid smile and a rhetorical question.

Yes, it did not matter. From the moment he betrayed him, they had already become strangers. Wen Muli sneered and let go. He watched calmly as Su Mo limped away with firm, unwavering steps. His own heart felt as if it were sinking. That absurd sense of panic resurfaced. It felt as if, if he did not pull him back now, they would be separated forever. But the overly arrogant Wen Muli forcibly suppressed that inexplicable impulse. He felt that such thoughts were ridiculous. After all, Su Mo would never escape his grasp, would he?

“Your Highness!”

At the entrance of the Fengxin Palace, Ye Lin had been waiting for a long time. As soon as she saw Su Mo, she burst into tears and threw herself into his arms. She wept while apologizing, her tone full of self-reproach.

“It was all my fault. I was the one who held you back. If I had not reported to the palace without your permission, you would not have suffered this unjust crime. Since you can leave, why not just go? Why return to suffer such humiliation?”

“If you are still here, how could I leave alone? Stop crying, Linlin. It looks terrible with your eyes all swollen.” Su Mo smiled bitterly, tenderly stroking the back of her head to comfort her.

“Your Highness, let us run away. Do you really intend to spend your whole life in this ghostly place? Must you watch that beast love someone else with your own eyes?” Ye Lin advised through her tear-filled eyes.

“Alright.”

Unexpectedly, this time, Su Mo did not refuse.

“Your Highness?” Her eyes were filled with disbelief.

“Now that Ah Li’s throne is stable and he has married the one he loves, I have fulfilled the promise I made to his parents. There is truly no reason for me to stay. Let us leave together, Linlin!” Su Mo said with a radiant smile.

Could they really leave? Could they escape? He had agreed, but Ye Lin was left at a loss, feeling a sense of confusion about the future. She was well aware of Wen Muli’s obsession with Su Mo—he did not love him, yet he insisted on imprisoning him by his side to torment him.

“We cannot leave right now, of course. I have to preside over the wedding banquet. After the wedding, Wen Muli will definitely take the new consort to visit her family; that will be the perfect time to leave. Linlin, I need you to do one thing for me.” Su Mo pondered for a moment before speaking.

“Your Highness, just give the order. Even if I have to be shattered to pieces, I will surely get it done!” Ye Lin answered solemnly.

“Do not say such scary things. Promise me you will live well!” Su Mo chuckled and patted her head. His tone sounded as if he were saying a final goodbye.