Having Played the Villain for Ten Years, I Came Back - Chapter 8

“Aaaaah—!” A shrill scream erupted from downstairs. Wen Linyu, who was deep in meditation, opened his eyes at the noise. It seemed he would need to add a sound-proofing array to his room as well.

He checked the time; it was exactly dinner time. He stood up, opened his door, and headed downstairs.

“Look at what you’ve done!” Lin Wanxiu’s face was contorted with rage as she glared at the slowly descending Wen Linyu. This was the first time this high-society lady had ever looked so unrefined.

“What did I do?” Wen Linyu looked down at her with a blank expression, his posture radiating an arrogant, condescending chill.

At the sight of him, Lin Wanxiu’s fury boiled over. “You have the nerve to ask? Didn’t you throw everything out of my room? You are absolutely beyond help, you have no respect!”

Wen Cheng was also in the hall. Looking up at Wen Linyu, he was internally shouting a string of curses. What happened to this guy over the last two days? Did he have an awakening? This isn’t just a change—it’s a total upheaval!

“I threw them out. So what?” Linyu’s pace didn’t falter, and his gaze didn’t even linger on his mother. He reached the bottom of the stairs and walked straight toward the dining room.

“What kind of tone is that?! Get back to your basement this instant! I don’t want a single scent of you lingering in my room!” Lin Wanxiu shrieked, her words dripping with spite.

At the mention of the basement, Wen Linyu narrowed his eyes and stopped. He turned back to the fuming Lin Wanxiu and suddenly offered a faint, thin smile.

Then, without the slightest warning, he strode toward her. He was only walking, yet he moved with a speed that defied reaction. Lin Wanxiu gasped and was about to scream when Linyu grabbed her tightly by the collar and began dragging her directly toward the basement.

Lin Wanxiu’s screams grew louder, her eyes wide with terror.

Wen Hongbo, who had been sitting at the head of the dining table to prevent Linyu from taking his seat, could no longer remain still. He slammed the table and stood up. “Stop right there! Let go of your mother! You animal, what do you think you’re doing?!”

“Holy crap!” Wen Cheng realized he couldn’t just watch the show anymore. He rushed over to intervene. “Brother, let’s talk this out. Let go of Mom first.”

Wen Linyu was stone-deaf to their pleas. He continued to drag Lin Wanxiu by the back of her collar toward the basement. Her screams were cut short as the fabric tightened around her throat; she instinctively kicked her legs and clawed at her neck. Her hair and clothes were a mess, and her shoes had fallen off. She looked utterly humiliated.

As Wen Linyu dragged her away, his silhouette looked exactly like that of a cold-blooded killer.

“What are you all standing there for? Restrain that rebellious son!” Wen Hongbo was both terrified and enraged. Remembering what the Master had said, he didn’t dare step forward himself, choosing instead to shout insults from a distance. “Revolution! This is a total revolution!”

The butler, the maids, and the security guards who had been called inside all rushed toward Wen Linyu.

However, Linyu’s speed was incredible. By the time they tried to intercept him, he was already in the elevator. Inside, Lin Wanxiu continued to struggle, but Linyu’s hand was as steady as a mountain, pinning her down so firmly she couldn’t break free.

To reach the second basement level, one had to take the stairs down from the first.

As Wen Linyu dragged her along, listening to the woman’s panicked cries, he decided for the first time that it was actually a good thing this floor didn’t have an elevator.

Even better, as he listened to his mother’s agonizing screams, he felt not a shred of guilt or pity.

He couldn’t help but think: Teacher, am I learning well?

The closer they got to that room, the wider Linyu’s faint smile became.

By now, Lin Wanxiu was paralyzed with fear, her body numb with pain.

Reaching the door, Linyu opened it with practiced ease and tossed her inside. He said to her, “Since you think the basement is so wonderful, it’s your turn to live here.”

“You”, Lin Wanxiu was in too much pain to speak. She had never suffered such humiliation in her life. She glared at Linyu by the door with a mix of hatred and dread. This “debt-collector” was too terrifying; they couldn’t let him stay any longer!

As she watched, Linyu made a sudden move.

“I almost forgot,” he said.

Linyu pulled out the joss paper given to him by the bearded ghost. He walked over to Lin Wanxiu, grabbed her wrist, and forced the paper into her hand. “I’m not as stingy as you people. This is pocket money I’m giving you. Hold onto it tightly.”

Lin Wanxiu’s blurred vision fell on her palm. When she realized she was holding funeral money, she let out a shriek and threw it away.

Linyu looked at her, then at the discarded money, and gave her a look of profound disapproval. “It wasn’t easy for me to earn this money. How could you be so wasteful? Since I gave it to you and you didn’t want it, then—”

Linyu picked up the paper, grabbed Lin Wanxiu’s chin, and shoved the money into her mouth, forcing her to swallow it.

The basement light was dim to begin with. In that moment, Wen Linyu truly looked like a vengeful spirit that had crawled out of hell.

This was the scene Wen Cheng and the others walked into.

After “successfully” delivering the money to Lin Wanxiu, Linyu stood up. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands clean, and walked toward the door. Anyone who tried to restrain him—security or otherwise was simply kicked aside.

He stepped out and slammed the door shut with a heavy thud.

Inside the room were moaning security guards and a retching Lin Wanxiu, her face smeared with tears and snot.

Outside, Wen Hongbo pointed a shaking finger at Wen Linyu. Like his wife, he sputtered “You” for a long time without managing a coherent sentence.

Wen Cheng swallowed hard. Seeing Linyu coming up the stairs, he very sensibly moved out of the way. He didn’t dare block him; looking at Linyu now, anyone who got in his way was a dead man!

Good lord, the heavens are truly changing over the Wen household!

After dealing with them, Linyu returned to the dining room. This time, he picked a seat at random. The kitchen staff exchanged nervous glances, unsure if they should serve him dinner.

“Where is the food?” Linyu asked calmly. “I don’t want to repeat myself.”

The nanny who had taken the food away the previous day quickly brought Linyu’s portion to him. They had just seen it with their own eyes: this eldest son, who had never had any status or presence in the house, had just dragged the Mistress into the basement and come back up perfectly fine.

To them, he looked completely insane.

They dared to bully a quiet son with no status, but they wouldn’t dare provoke a lunatic. They lived in this house, after all—the thought of him standing by their beds with a knife in the middle of the night was enough to keep them obedient.

The dinner was lavish, with many dishes and inviting aromas. Linyu sat alone at the table and ate with total peace of mind.

As for the others, they were still in the basement trying to figure out how to open the door.

The door Linyu had just shut was like the one in his room; without his permission, it wouldn’t budge. He had lived in that room for three years; surely his “dear mother” would be unable to stand even three minutes?

He remembered when they first brought him back and assigned him that room. He had found it strange then, but hadn’t dared to ask questions. Their cold indifference had made him anxious; all his attempts to please them only brought disgust. Eventually, even breathing felt like a mistake. How could he have had the courage to complain?

Linyu enjoyed his dinner unhurriedly, then took a stroll through the garden, fed the fish in the pond, and finally returned to his new room.

As soon as he entered, he reinforced the sound-proofing array so that no noise from downstairs could disturb him.

Downstairs, it took three hours and eventually required smashing through the wall before Wen Hongbo could finally rescue his wife. Lin Wanxiu’s condition was nothing short of horrific.

Her face was covered in bloody scratch marks, her clothes and hair were a disaster, and her eyes were glazed over as she mumbled pleas for mercy.

Wen Hongbo glared at the security guards who had been trapped with her. “What did you do? I’m telling you, if you dared touch my wife, I will never let you off!”

“Boss, we’re innocent! We didn’t do this! She scratched herself!”

“Yeah! Look, we have scratches on our hands from her attacking us!”

“President Wen, you should take her to a hospital immediately. Does she have claustrophobia? She kept self-harming, saying there were bugs under her skin.”

What they didn’t say was how disturbing that basement room actually was. No wonder the eldest son had gone mad; anyone would lose their mind living in a place like that!

It was dark, windowless, and eerily empty. While they weren’t as affected as Lin Wanxiu, those three hours had left them breathless, their bodies feeling heavy as lead as if something were draining their life force.

As Wen Hongbo listened, a cold sweat broke out on his back. He knew exactly what that room was like and what it was intended for. He said no more, had his adopted son help him support Lin Wanxiu, and headed upstairs.

He didn’t want to stay in that place for another second.

Upon returning, he was informed that the “bastard” had finished dinner and gone to his room. Wen Hongbo was fuming, yet he felt a flicker of relief; he was actually a bit afraid of another direct confrontation with Wen Linyu right now.

But he wasn’t about to let this go!

Just you wait!

In the middle of the night, Wen Linyu was absorbing moonlight for his cultivation when he sensed movement in the villa. He didn’t open his eyes, but scanned the area with his divine sense. He found several large security guards picking the lock on his bedroom door.

His parents weren’t there, but it was obvious they had sent the men. Thinking he was off guard at night, they likely wanted to tie him up and drag him back to the basement.

Linyu didn’t move and continued his cultivation. Only late into the night did he open his eyes and unlock the door that the guards had failed to open for hours.

There was no one at the door now; they had presumably gone to find other methods.

Linyu didn’t care. He took the other piece of joss paper and went straight to the master bedroom. He didn’t knock; he simply walked in.

Lin Wanxiu was in the hospital, so only Wen Hongbo was there, currently fast asleep.

Linyu shoved the joss paper into Wen Hongbo’s hand. Fearing he would throw it away like his wife, Linyu specifically applied a bit of glue. After delivering the “payment,” he went back to his room.

He didn’t care that fifteen minutes later, the bearded ghost entered Wen Hongbo’s room with a cackling laugh and stepped into his dreams, repeatedly telling him “I want your legs.”

The next morning, Wen Linyu woke up early.

It was Monday, time for school.

Only he and Wen Cheng were in the dining room. Wen Cheng had massive dark circles under his eyes. Seeing Wen Linyu, he gave a nervous laugh and managed an awkward greeting: “Morning, brother.”

Linyu glanced at him, which served as his acknowledgement.

Wen Cheng rubbed his nose, unable to find a topic, and sat down to eat his own breakfast. Once finished, they went to school together.

Linyu was in his senior year at a private elite high school. It was somewhat similar to the magic university Gu Chi attended similar in that it was undisciplined and poorly managed.

For example, on the day before he transmigrated, when he was being beaten, there had been teachers only ten meters away. They had simply looked the other way and played deaf and dumb.

Today, the moment Wen Linyu arrived, someone blocked his path.

Wen Cheng, walking in just behind him, saw the scene and thought: “…” Why is it that some people just can’t wait to find a way to die first thing in the morning?

“Wen Linyu?” the person said with a smirk, looking at Linyu as if he were a new species. “Yo, what’s the occasion? The legendary trash actually learned how to dress himself! Hahahaha…”

“Is there any point in a piece of garbage like you dressing up?” He laughed as he once again raised his hand toward Wen Linyu, his eyes filled with unconcealed malice.

He struck, and Linyu struck back.

Bang—Bang—! Two loud sounds echoed.

The smirking boy was first slammed into a wall three or four meters behind him, then crashed violently to the ground.

Wen Linyu stepped on his spine, grabbed a handful of his hair, and forced his bloody face upward. With a blank expression, Linyu recited the apology the other boy had prepared:

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Can you forgive me?”

Support Having Played the Villain for Ten Years, I Came Back