Forced to Act out a Strange Script with a Rival - Chapter 87

Later on, even Li Ting came to know about what happened.

After several months of sweetness with the eldest Miss, You Yilin—while condemning her own “depravity”—once again felt the urge to return to her team.

During a seaside vacation with the Miss, You Yilin happened to run into her friend Si Xiaoxiao. A plan immediately formed in her mind: if she acted like a cheating scumbag, the Miss would surely kick her away like a football.

So, she put the plan into action. Thanks to Li Ting’s unexpected interference, she even fabricated a four-way love triangle script, aiming to be so thoroughly “scum” that the Miss would give up on her completely.

She knew clearly that she had no romantic feelings for Gong Zhiyuan.

Even when they shared a room, and despite the numerous times the Miss gave blunt hints—using tear-filled eyes, a flushed face, or the damp fragrance of a post-bath glow to signal a desire for intimacy—You Yilin had always hurriedly and firmly pushed her away with excuses of fatigue, discomfort, or “treasuring her.”

You Yilin didn’t believe she was a qualified lover; she even doubted if she possessed the capacity to love anyone at all.

This relationship was wrong and deformed. She felt she shouldn’t let her own issues drag down this gentle girl—a girl who seemed to embody every beautiful adjective in existence—for a lifetime.

She would rather remain a “scumbag” in the Miss’s memory than continue to ruin her life.

This was the answer You Yilin provided, born from her own sense of justice and simple moral compass.

The result of this, however, was completely enraging the yandere eldest Miss.

Yes, that’s right. This Miss, who usually looked as though she might blow over in the wind and was always brimming with tears, was a thoroughbred yandere to her core.

And it wasn’t just verbal possessiveness. She was a ruthless person who kept drugs ready at all times and was prepared to strike at a moment’s notice.

What began as a warm embrace suddenly carried a lethal threat. The drug took effect instantly. A powerful sense of weakness seized her limbs; her legs buckled, and she fell helplessly onto the carpet as her vision began to blur and scatter.

All the inconsistencies she had previously ignored now surged back like a tide, surfacing clearly in her fading consciousness: the threatening letters that never appeared again, the cold commands heard from behind the study door, the merciless posture she held when dealing with subordinates behind the screen, and those sharp glints in her eyes that passed so quickly You Yilin had thought they were hallucinations…

It turned out there had been clues all along.

Exerting her last bit of strength, she tilted her head up to look at Gong Zhiyuan, who was looking down at her. The familiar dependence and tenderness in Gong’s eyes were gone, replaced by a terrifying mix of ruthlessness and madness. That obsession and possessiveness, like a physical black flame, spread across her breathtakingly beautiful face, presenting a staggering, chilling kind of beauty.

This was the first—and perhaps only—time You Yilin had seen her reveal such a true and terrifying expression.

“Wh… why…” she managed to wheeze out, her consciousness retreating rapidly like a ebbing tide.

Her mind could no longer hold on. Her brain grew heavier, until she was finally swallowed by darkness, falling into an endless silence.

After an unknown amount of time, You Yilin’s consciousness struggled to surface from the heavy darkness.

First to return was her sense of touch.

Beneath her was a soft but unfamiliar mattress, and a light silk quilt covered her body.

Then came a pervasive sense of restraint—not from ropes, but from something more precise and colder. They were shackled around her wrists and ankles, connected to the bed frame, limiting her range of motion severely.

She tried to open her eyes, only to find the room enveloped in an absolute, impenetrable darkness.

This room had no windows; it was sealed airtight, filled only with shadows.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

Her SWAT training kicked in. She didn’t scream or struggle violently immediately. Instead, she cautiously mobilized her senses to probe her surroundings.

The air carried an extremely elegant, cold medicinal fragrance—the scent belonging to Gong Zhiyuan.

However, the scent seemed filtered through an air purification system; it was very uniform, making it hard to judge its source. The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet—a vacuum-like dead silence where no outside sounds could be heard, not even the faint hum of an air conditioner.

She held her breath and listened intently. She could almost hear the buzzing of her own blood flow and her slightly rapid heartbeat driven by tension.

Where… is this?

She tried to move her wrist. The metal clasp rubbed against the chain, creating an extremely soft “click” that sounded abnormally loud in the absolute silence.

The length of the chain seemed to only allow her to turn over within the confines of the bed; she couldn’t leave it at all.

A massive wave of unease and fear gripped her.

Finally, she couldn’t help but speak out tentatively, her voice hoarse and dry from disuse and nerves:

“Is anyone there?”

Her voice traveled through the darkness and was quickly swallowed by the endless silence.

There was no response. It was as if the entire world consisted of only her, abandoned in this eternal dark cage.

She waited a moment longer. Every second felt like a century. The silence pressed against her chest like a heavy boulder, making it hard to breathe.

So she raised her voice: “Is anyone there? Gong Zhiyuan?”

Still, no response.

But You Yilin was almost certain that Gong Zhiyuan was somewhere, watching her.

This silence, this darkness, was perhaps part of the punishment—or rather, the beginning of “taming.”

She was imprisoned.

There was no doubt.

The location was unknown, but likely within one of Gong Zhiyuan’s properties—a place extremely hidden, soundproofed, and possibly electronically shielded.

The restraints were clearly custom-made; they wouldn’t cause obvious physical injury, but they effectively restricted her freedom.

Depriving her of sight, the extreme silence… this was a form of sensory deprivation intended to break down a person’s psychological defenses.

Gong Zhiyuan… what does she actually want?

You Yilin recalled that mad, beautiful smile she saw before losing consciousness, and a chill ran through her heart.

She realized her previous perception of Gong Zhiyuan was laughably shallow. The “fragile porcelain” she thought needed careful protection actually housed such an obsessed and terrifying soul.

Now, she was no longer a bodyguard, no longer a “lover,” but… prey, a prisoner, a possession.

Could Gong Zhiyuan really be the target “X”? Was my judgment wrong? What about my teammates? Can they see through Gong Zhiyuan’s facade?

Time lost its meaning in the dark.

You Yilin didn’t know how long she had been awake—maybe minutes, maybe hours.

The feelings of hunger and thirst began to grow clear.

Just then, a soft “click” sounded—the noise of a door lock opening.

Immediately following, a soft but cold light projected inward from a certain direction. It wasn’t dazzling, but for You Yilin, who had been in absolute darkness, it caused discomfort, making her squint.

A figure stood in the doorway against the light.

The silhouette was slender and elegant, wearing a sexy silk dress that left a large amount of skin exposed.

Gong Zhiyuan walked in slowly, carrying a tray. As she approached, the room’s lights were turned on.

You Yilin squinted until her eyes adjusted. When she finally saw the room clearly, she was utterly shocked.

The room was filled with photographs—thousands of them, all of You Yilin at different ages!

Some were photos she had taken herself, some were candid shots, and some were even stills taken from surveillance cameras. You Yilin’s scalp went numb.

Had she been targeted from the very beginning? Was it all a disguise, a trap? Are there people on the team working for her?

Goosebumps broke out over her skin as her mind raced to find a way out.

Gong Zhiyuan, however, seemed indifferent to You Yilin’s vigilance. She walked to the bedside and placed the tray on the nightstand. On the tray was a glass of water, a bowl of light porridge, and a few side dishes.

“Are you the real ‘X’?” You Yilin questioned instinctively, thinking of the elusive figure that had been a headache for the entire police force.

Gong Zhiyuan leaned down. Her breathtaking face held no expression—neither her former madness nor her usual frailty. There was only a near-apathetic calm. She reached out, her cold fingertips brushing across You Yilin’s forehead, tucking away a damp strand of hair.

“Linlin, you’re awake.” Her voice was very light and flat, as if merely stating a fact. “Are you hungry? Eat something first.”

You Yilin hadn’t expected Gong Zhiyuan to be this calm. She questioned her emotionally: “What exactly are you trying to do? This is illegal imprisonment! And I am a public official! Stop doing these foolish things!!”

Gong Zhiyuan acted as if she hadn’t heard the struggling or the interrogation, as if the words were merely a breeze passing her ear. She simply picked up the glass of water and gently, yet irresistibly, brought the straw to You Yilin’s lips. Her tone was as steady as a still well: “You just woke up; you need to hydrate. Don’t make a fuss, drink it obediently.”

“Answer my question!” You Yilin’s gaze was sharp as a torch, stubbornly locked onto Gong Zhiyuan, refusing to back down.

Gong Zhiyuan’s movements paused slightly. She stared at You Yilin in silence for several seconds before slowly setting the water down. A trace of something like pity curled at the corner of her lips: “‘X’ is nothing more than an insignificant pawn on my imperial chessboard. Be good; don’t waste your energy on such a dust-like character.”

X—the opponent who had caused them so much trouble, who had forced the mobilization of the entire elite force for day-and-night investigations, who was treated like a formidable enemy—was, in Gong Zhiyuan’s mouth, dismissed as lightly as a speck of dust on a sleeve?

With near-elegant composure, Gong Zhiyuan began to slowly unfurl a grand and dark tapestry before her.

It was a vast empire that moved between light and shadow, at the very edge of order and chaos.

She viewed the law enforcers as mere pawns to be toyed with and legal statutes as instruments to be manipulated and turned into lethal weapons for her own use. She was arrogant, possessing an innate disdain that looked down upon all living beings. She was a genius born for the dark arts; in her hands, sin seemed to transform into a form of aesthetics.

Furthermore, she was more than happy to share everything with You Yilin. This was because she was not simply evil or foul; she was a profound, powerful, and lethally attractive embodiment of chaotic laws—and Gong Zhiyuan was the very incarnation of those laws.

You Yilin stared at Gong Zhiyuan with burning intensity, more focused than ever before. Her heart beat violently as a cold shiver of dread and a searing heat of excitement surged up her spine simultaneously.

Destroy her. Bring her to justice!

She felt as if her soul were split in two: one half fuming at the woman’s lawlessness, the other half deeply enthralled by this ultimate display of power and beauty. A person spends their whole life searching for a worthy opponent; light and darkness have always coexisted, leaning upon one another.

During these days of imprisonment, You Yilin hadn’t suffered any actual abuse. Instead… she had enjoyed quite a bit of “carnal luck.”

One could only say that Gong Zhiyuan was a true pervert.

On the first day of her captivity, You Yilin caught her first glimpse into a corner of the darkness beyond the light. Gong Zhiyuan earnestly introduced herself, detailing her various industrial chains, her recent “projects,” the spies she had planted in various countries, and her relationships with high-ranking politicians.

It was like a blind date; she poured out all this top-secret information as if it were common knowledge. But while others might mention their monthly salary during a self-introduction, she introduced herself by listing the global-scale havoc she had caused.

The Gong family’s influence had been passed down through generations. The direct and collateral branches were exceptionally united, making the family a massive power acting as a chokehold on various nations.

Of course, to maintain her elegant image before her “date,” Gong Zhiyuan claimed that while the family dabbled in both the underworld and the legitimate world, she was primarily responsible for the “white” side—the intersection of the two—and firmly said no to “pornography, gambling, and drugs.”

You Yilin couldn’t tell truth from lies, so she simply tried her best to memorize the information and build her own strength.

Then, on the second day, Gong Zhiyuan started dabbling in the “pornography” part.

She wore a set of skimpy, boldly designed, and highly provocative lingerie, covered only by a nearly transparent silk robe. Then, with a pitiful expression, she grabbed You Yilin’s hand and began to pleasure herself.

You Yilin had never seen such a scene in her life. She tried to pull her hand away, only to have it pinned firmly against the most private of places. Having no other choice, she shouted, “You—you are shameless! If you want to humiliate me, don’t do it like this!”

Yet, the more You Yilin cursed and the darker her face became, the more excited the woman grew. She held You Yilin tightly, refusing to let go. With flushed cheeks and shimmering eyes, she even began to act spoiled in a coquettish voice: “A-Lin, Big Sister is nearly thirty. A woman of this age is like a wolf or a tiger; I can’t let myself go hungry, can I~?”

Damn it! You Yilin never expected that the “obligations” she had worked so hard to escape would return in this fashion. This high-intensity “torture” resulted in You Yilin’s fingers actually cramping up.

On the third day, perhaps considering that the previous day’s intensity was too high, Gong Zhiyuan became gentler. However, this time, she wanted to play “Mommy.”

She changed into a soft-textured, almost conservative nightgown, her face glowing with an overabundant, nearly holy light of “maternal love.” She walked to You Yilin’s bedside, stroked her hair gently, and said something shocking.

“A-Lin, you lost your mother when you were young. But it’s okay; I can be your mother.”

You Yilin: ???

What a total pervert! Morals are truly dead!

Gong Zhiyuan sat on You Yilin, pressing her “good baby” into her embrace. You Yilin was forced to enjoy this belated maternal love, tasting things she hadn’t even enjoyed as a child.

With her true nature exposed, Gong Zhiyuan even had the mind to tease her.

“A-Lin, you’re being so good. Do you have a mother complex~?”

“A-Lin, Mommy loves you. You’re Mommy’s best baby.”

“Good baby, be Mommy’s little girl… You’re so wonderful, Mommy will always support you.”

Poor You Yilin; she didn’t even get the chance to open her mouth to curse.

And so it went: the fourth day was about legs, the fifth was the waist… Gong Zhiyuan’s “torture” took care of every inch. If an R20 system were bound to these two, its energy levels would surely have exploded long ago.

Gong Zhiyuan held immense power, acted decisively, and possessed a high IQ. A SWAT team of their level stood no chance of shaking her. However, You Yilin didn’t expect her teammates to lose so quickly.

The seventh day felt special. Gong Zhiyuan unlocked You Yilin’s handcuffs, left a dress for her, and exited the room. You Yilin changed into the dark red velvet gown—a color so deep it was nearly black, making her skin look even paler. Then, she walked out of the unlocked room.

Following the corridor, she walked until she reached a futuristic glass conservatory. Strangely, there were no fragrant flowers there, only countless massive, transparent cultivation tanks arranged like ice coffins. Inside, a deep blue nutrient solution flowed like a liquid galaxy, emitting a quiet, eerie glow.

Her gaze was instantly drawn to those glass pods, and then her breath hitched as her blood froze!

Every glass pod held a person—the members of her squad!

They were in their tactical uniforms, eyes closed, seemingly in a deep coma like insects trapped in amber. They floated in the blue liquid, their mouths and noses covered by complex respiratory masks. Tiny bubbles rose from the edges of the masks as their bodies swayed slightly with the liquid’s movement. In the blue light, their faces looked ominously pale.

A total wipeout…

You Yilin’s heart hammered against her ribs. She spun around, her gaze sharp as a blade, scanning the cold space for the culprit.

Soft, elegant footsteps approached from behind, forming a terrifying contrast to the cruel scene. Gong Zhiyuan walked over, wearing a holy, pure white mermaid dress. Her hair fell like a waterfall, her skin was white as snow, and her makeup was flawless. A gentle smile—the kind that could melt a person—was on her lips.

In her hand, she held that familiar deep blue velvet ring box, as if she were entering a cathedral rather than this man-made hell.

“A-Lin,” she spoke, her voice sweet as honey, as if she didn’t see the towering rage and horror in You Yilin’s eyes. “I’ve invited your most important sisters to witness our ceremony. For the most important moment of my life, I originally wanted to invite your friend, Miss Si. Curiously, she seems to have vanished into thin air. But it’s no matter; this time is a bit rushed, but for our next, formal wedding, I will bring her along.”

You Yilin trembled all over, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Gong Zhiyuan seemed oblivious to the surging undercurrents. She strolled to one of the glass pods and extended a slender finger, gently tracing the sleeping face of a female squad member through the cold glass, as if admiring a precious work of art.

“Do you know, Linlin?” she said, turning back with an even brighter, more innocent smile, though a child-like, cruel innocence flickered in her eyes. “They tried to kill me. But because I am kind, I gave them a way to live. It’s all thanks to you~”

“Why?” You Yilin asked the question that had plagued her for days. “Why me? Because I provoked you first?”

Gong Zhiyuan simply smiled and replied, “No. We have an even earlier fate.”

“An earlier fate?” You Yilin frowned, wanting to press further.

However, she saw Gong Zhiyuan drop to one knee before her, asking stubbornly, “Are you willing to become my wife?”

“So, you agreed? And you want Xiaoxiao to attend the formal wedding of that dangerous maniac and you??” After hearing You Yilin’s brief explanation, Li Ting was about to explode.

Under Li Ting’s pressure, You Yilin countered in a small voice, “She isn’t exactly a maniac. She’s just… a bit twisted, a bit strange, a bit perverted… that’s all.”

“You… it seems you’ve really been ‘fed’ well,” Li Ting complained with a cold face. “Why Xiaoxiao? Why does it have to be her?”

Surely the misunderstanding had been cleared up before.

“I—I don’t know. Anyway, after I agreed to the wedding, she gave me a phone, but she also gave me a mission: to invite Xiaoxiao to the wedding the day after tomorrow… otherwise, she might do something dangerous,” You Yilin explained quietly.

Li Ting cut straight to the point: “You like Xiaoxiao.”

On the other end, You Yilin nearly dropped her phone in fright. “That’s not it!! How could that be!!”

“Afraid she’s eavesdropping?” Li Ting saw through her again.

You Yilin complained dejectedly, “It’s so tiring talking to you… sigh… how do you know everything? Is this what it’s like to have a good brain??”

“Impossible. Xiaoxiao absolutely cannot be dragged into your mess.” Setting aside the fact that Xiaoxiao was currently a flower, even if she weren’t, this wasn’t a level Xiaoxiao’s brain could handle. In fact, it was lucky she had turned into a flower, or she would have been kidnapped days ago.

“…I don’t want Xiaoxiao to come either, but… she specifically named her and wants me to ‘invite’ her. I have no choice.” You Yilin sighed. Naturally, she didn’t want her good friend in contact with the dangerous Gong Zhiyuan.

“Then switch your crush to someone else. Why not consider me instead?” Li Ting suggested a solution, after all, she had some friendship with You Yilin.

“I really don’t like Xiao-bao like that! Why are you being suspicious and jealous too!” You Yilin emphasized again. She added frantically, “I might really enjoy playing with her, but it’s just playing! Even though I’m happy with her, it’s just ‘friends’ happy, okay!!!”

Li Ting fell silent for a moment, admitting she might have let personal feelings slip in. She sighed, “I’ll think of something. You try to think of something too.”

Just as she was about to hang up, the system in her mind spoke.

[Host, do you want Xiaoxiao to recover faster?]

You have a way?

[Xiaoxiao’s problem is that she lost too much source power. She just needs to be replenished. The system can help, but the system doesn’t have much energy either. So, how about considering ‘lending’ the system out for one world?]

Lending it out? You want to absorb energy from A-Lin and that Miss Gong?

[Yes. The system has detected that they are a very high-potential couple and can collect a lot of energy.]

No way. I won’t hurt my friends. Li Ting refused categorically.

[Don’t be so quick to refuse. This is actually a triple-win,] the electronic voice explained. [You can choose a world with a long time span. Let You Yilin raise the amnesiac Gong Zhiyuan from childhood, allowing her personality to be repaired so she can let go of her obsessions and become a normal person.]

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