The villain was rich, but depressed.
I was poor, and worse, I was the heroine of an angst novel.
My parents were destined to die, leaving me and my grandmother to depend on each other.
Then, when Grandma fell seriously ill, I would have no choice but to grovel at the male lead’s feet.
He would torment me physically and emotionally, lock me up, make me miscarry, and in the end, I would die in despair.
Only then would he be filled with regret.
I figured all of it came down to being broke, so I decided to throw my lot in with the villain.
I found the villain quietly slitting his wrists and, fighting off the dizziness from low blood sugar, tried to talk him down.
“I’m not here to stop you. I just wanted to discuss whether you could maybe die a little later.”
“You don’t want your assets to go to your dad’s illegitimate son, do you? Are you really okay with them inheriting your money, buying yachts and private jets, and traveling the world?”
“All you have to do is hold on for a few more years. Then you’ll found your own company, become the new darling of the tech industry, and multiply your wealth more than tenfold.”
“I’ll help you take a shortcut. When the time comes, give me a cut, and I’ll help you get rid of Xie Xun.”
The villain’s eyes lit up, but he still looked disdainful.
“You?”
“Be grateful. Besides me, who else is on your side? Your dad? Your mom?”
That stabbed the villain right where it hurt.
Because he was an orphan with both parents still alive.
