The Scum Gong Refuses the Crematorium [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 4

Chengnan No. 1.

Sheng Yan stood in front of his house, looking at the completely refreshed interior. He finally felt a sense of physical and mental clarity.

After he had ordered the butler to clear out all of Song Liguang’s belongings that day, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the “wife-chasing” plot wouldn’t be settled so easily. The nature of melodramas is that you can never predict what will trigger a change of heart in the next moment.

Sure enough, although Song Liguang’s physical items were gone, when Sheng Yan went to his room to change, his hand brushed against the clothes in the closet, and images of Song Liguang crouching in the dressing room, meticulously organizing his clothes, automatically surfaced in his mind.

Though the vision was brief, the gentle, patient way he smoothed out every garment was incredibly touching. That single fragment made Sheng Yan feel a hint of pity for this stand-in.

The man had followed him for five years without any official status. It was rare that he still held such affection for him.

For just one second, Sheng Yan felt swayed before calling the butler in and snapping: “Am I broke, or am I not paying you enough? You actually let a guest clean my room for me?”

The butler’s expression at that moment could only be described as shattered. If he remembered correctly, the only “guest” allowed to tidy the house was Mr. Song.

Given Mr. Sheng’s attitude toward Mr. Song over the past two days, he thought the Boss had completely detested him. He had even warned the servants not to mention Mr. Song or anything related to him.

Yet, only a day had passed, and Mr. Sheng was already remembering Mr. Song’s virtues! He was already starting to stand up for Mr. Song and settle scores with them.

Resigned to his bad luck, the butler bowed humbly and was about to apologize when he heard Sheng Yan’s next words.

“Throw out everything in this room that he touched. From now on, no outsider is allowed to step into my room without my permission.”

The butler’s face froze. Fine, he had overthought it.

Just as he agreed and prepared to have the room cleared, Sheng Yan thought for a moment and added: “Not just my room. The other rooms, the living room, the kitchen, the garden—anything he’s touched, replace it all.”

Sheng Yan didn’t want to accidentally touch something at home one day and have strange memories pop up again.

This renovation was a massive undertaking. Not only did the butler hesitate, but even the System spoke up to warn him: “This will affect the Host’s subsequent wife-chasing plan. Please consider carefully.”

The warning only made Sheng Yan more determined. He looked at the stunned butler and asked: “What? Do you not want to work here anymore?”

The butler snapped back to reality: “I’ll handle it immediately.”

What a joke—although Mr. Sheng had a temper sometimes, he paid very well. Where else would he find such a generous employer?

Under the threat of losing his job, the butler moved with lightning speed. He hired a moving company to clear out everything in Chengnan No. 1. Even the plants in the garden that Song Liguang had watered were uprooted and replaced with new ones.

Now, even if the original owner of the body came back, he would have to look closely to recognize his own home. Sheng Yan was beyond satisfied.

System 667 popped out again to ruin the mood: “The Host’s behavior has altered the original wife-chasing plan. The difficulty of the redemption mission has now increased. Please think twice in the future.”

Sheng Yan smiled slightly: “It doesn’t matter. I like high difficulty. A ‘Hell Mode’ start is the best. Have you heard of ‘Demon’s Feast’? That’s me.”

System 667: “…”

Speaking of the past, Sheng Yan twirled his finger near his shoulder, but didn’t find his long hair. He missed System No. 1; No. 1 would always faithfully replicate his long hair in every mission world.

As for the current system—

“Meow, meow…”

As Sheng Yan was reminiscing about the old days with No. 1, days of being unstoppable—a faint kitten’s cry caught his attention.

Sheng Yan looked over.

Under the fence where the shrubs had just been replaced lay a dirty, injured kitten.

That was the nature of the villa district; with so much space and greenery, stray cats often visited. Usually, the gardener at Chengnan No. 1 handled these things, but because of the recent overhaul, no one had noticed. The cat had somehow wandered in and got scratched by the thorns on the new bushes.

Noticing Sheng Yan’s gaze, the butler immediately said: “I’ll have it removed right away.”

Sheng Yan said instead: “Send it to a pet hospital. Since we’ve changed the style here, keeping a little thing around might be interesting.”

The butler complied: “Yes, sir.”

He understood—Mr. Sheng was done raising a person and was moving on to a cat.

West City.

Accompanied by a bank manager, Lu Mingyue processed a check for five million.

Since the fallout with Sheng Yan, the man hadn’t contacted him again. It seemed Sheng Yan was completely disappointed in him this time.

He thought that if he wanted to repair the relationship, he would have to start with the five million that Sheng Yan was so bitter about.

Years ago, when he took the money from Sheng Yan’s mother to go abroad, he only used a small portion during the initial period when he was unfamiliar with the country. Once he got used to his surroundings and his studies got on track, he began earning scholarships and hadn’t touched the money since.

Later, because of his brilliant academic performance, he was chosen by a mentor to join research projects. With various grants and rewards, he had more money than he could spend, and that initial sum was completely forgotten.

If Sheng Yan hadn’t brought it up, he would have forgotten it entirely. After all, unless forced, who would leave their homeland to start over in a strange place?

Lu Mingyue took the check. He remembered when he was applying for study abroad at the university, the professors who had recommended him for the graduate program looked at him with regret: “Mingyue, computer technology in China is very mature now. With your drive, you’d be studying under masters. You could become a pillar of the nation. Why don’t you go back and plan this out again?”

Lu Mingyue gripped the check and lowered his eyes. What “planning” did his life ever have?

Abandoned in an orphanage at birth, he had to be obedient and sensible just to gain the favor of the headmistress. Even his education was a desperate struggle for scholarships just to have the right to keep studying after turning eighteen.

The blueprint the professors drew for him was beautiful: a pure heart to serve the country.

He wanted that too, but he never had the right to choose. He could only be swept along, moving forward without looking back until he carved out his own path.

But now, even his last remaining path was being blocked.

After checking that the check was in order, Lu Mingyue nodded to the bank manager. He looked at the bright sun outside and strode out of the bank, heading toward Chengnan No. 1.

Just as he had once taken his suitcase and boarded a flight to the UK without looking back.

And so, the “bright moon” (Mingyue) of his hometown became the “Moon” of a foreign land.

East City.

Song Liguang, who had just returned from several promotional events and variety shows, habitually checked his phone.

Nothing. Still nothing.

It had been half a month since Sheng Yan and Lu Mingyue broke up. Logically, Sheng Yan should have already received the “Crematorium Gift Pack” he had prepared.

But why, after all this time, hadn’t there been a single call?

Could he have missed it?

That shouldn’t be possible—

Song Liguang bit his thumb nail, scrolling through his phone incessantly, his heart filled with irritability.

He had planted so many “regret triggers” at Chengnan No. 1. For every one of them, he had used the System’s “Deep Imprint” function. As long as Sheng Yan was thoroughly disappointed in the White Moonlight and returned to that empty house to touch something, the memories of the regret arc would unlock automatically.

He couldn’t have avoided going back to Chengnan No. 1 for this long, could he?

Song Liguang hesitated, wondering if he should call or text Sheng Yan.

But the thing about the “regret arc” is that you have to maintain your stance. Whoever bows first, loses. Song Liguang was waiting for the scene where Sheng Yan would come begging to see him while he ignored him.

If he called first, wouldn’t all his efforts go to waste?

But he couldn’t just keep waiting like this. He was a human, not a machine; he had work to do and a life to live. What if Sheng Yan tried to find him while he was sleeping or working?

While the idea of showing Sheng Yan that he no longer cared was satisfying, Song Liguang hated meaningless waiting especially waiting that didn’t follow his script. It made him anxious every second.

“Maybe I’ll just send a WeChat message?”

After a moment of anxiety, his eyes suddenly lit up. Perhaps Sheng Yan was too embarrassed to find him. After all, he had neglected him for five years; if he suddenly felt guilty, he might not be able to humble himself.

Maybe he was secretly following him in private right now.

Song Liguang felt much better thinking this. He decided to send a WeChat message. Since the weather had been hot lately, he could send a mass message about sun protection. It wouldn’t look like he was chasing him, but it would remind “a certain someone” that they could contact him.

He edited a message and sent it out via mass broadcast. Then he went back to his contacts and clicked on the pinned chat.

[!] Message sent, but rejected by recipient.

“Damn it!”

Song Liguang couldn’t help but jump in anger, nearly throwing his phone. After making so many excuses for the man, it turned out he had been blocked long ago.

His face contorted with rage. It suddenly occurred to him: had Sheng Yan blocked every single way to contact him?

At that thought, he sent the same “warm reminder” across all platforms.

“Beautifully done!”

Seeing the rows of striking red exclamation marks, Song Liguang was fuming.

System 766 appeared to remind him: “I told you, don’t get carried away. Don’t underestimate anyone in this world.”

“Who did I underestimate?” Song Liguang disagreed. “Have I not been doing the mission seriously?”

He had endured humiliation for five years for this regret arc! Five years! And all that effort only resulted in being blocked? He couldn’t accept it.

“Where exactly did it go wrong?” He bit his nail, unable to figure it out. Since Sheng Yan and Lu Mingyue had split, there was no reason to block him.

Unless—

Unless Sheng Yan and Lu Mingyue hadn’t actually split up.

At that possibility, Song Liguang’s eyes widened. He sent a message to someone: “Are Mr. Sheng and Mr. Lu still in contact?”

The reply came back instantly: “Mr. Lu just went to Chengnan No. 1 to find Mr. Sheng on his own initiative.”

“F*ck!”

Song Liguang cursed, grabbed his phone, and stormed out. He knew it! If the script went wrong, someone must be meddling.

Wasn’t Lu Mingyue supposed to be so aloof and unimpressed by Sheng Yan? Wasn’t he desperate to stay away? What was he doing now?

No, he had to go see for himself! He couldn’t let him lure Sheng Yan away again.