Chapter 1

Chapter 1

His gaze fell upon the kitchen knife I was clutching, and the hand holding the hammer slowly lowered.

“Which floor?”

“Eighth, thanks.”

In the elevator, the floor numbers ticked upward one by one.

Fury had incinerated every trace of fear.

I had scrimped and saved, running deliveries day and night to put him through university. And in the script of his life, I didn’t even deserve a decent exit? I was just meant to die at the hands of a stranger with a hammer, serving as the catalyst for his heartbreaking grief?

To hell with the plot. To hell with the male and female leads.

Even if I die today, I’m going to deliver some divine justice first and butcher this modern-day Chen Shimei and Pan Jinlian!

With a *ding*, we reached the eighth floor.

I strode out, only to hear footsteps following me like a shadow.

Turning back, I saw the Raincoat Man trailing behind at a leisurely pace.

“Listen, brother,” I said, brandishing my knife. “Those two heads are mine. Don’t you dare try to steal them.”

From beneath the brim of the raincoat came a low response, almost inaudible:

“…It’s my first time seeing an affair caught in person.”

I understood.

Some things are truly hardwired into the DNA.

Even a Killer can’t resist the urge to be a spectator to drama.

Reaching the door, I knocked.

“Who is it?” a man’s voice called from inside, sounding a bit muffled.

“Delivery.”

The door cracked open.

The first thing I saw wasn’t a face, but a wheat-colored chest with defined muscles, still glistening with droplets of water. He had clearly just showered.

Moving my gaze upward, I met a handsome face. Deep-set eyes, a high bridge to his nose-the kind of striking looks that demanded attention.

But I didn’t know him.

I jerked back half a step, instinctively looking up to stare at the metal room number on the door.

This was the place. No mistake.

“…Is this Gu Cheng’s home?”

The man at the door arched an eyebrow. He didn’t answer, but instead stepped aside slightly and called lazily into the house, “Honey, someone’s looking for you.”

“Who is it, babe?”

A voice I knew all too well rang out.

Then, the face I had looked at for five years-the face I thought I would look at for the rest of my life-peered out from behind the stranger.

He was wearing loose loungewear, his hair was a mess, and his face wore a look of satisfied completion.

The air froze for half a second.

My brain buzzed. Before my eyes, the Barrage exploded with unprecedented speed and density, nearly obscuring my entire field of vision:

[Holy crap?! That’s a lot of information! A dual male lead script?!]

[Wait a minute, my brain is fried… So where’s the female lead? Who’s the female lead?]

[So when they said the ‘official female lead,’ they meant… (Pupils shaking)]

[Nobody told me the male lead was a bottom?!]

So that was it.

I was a total idiot.

I had supported a bottom for five whole years!

Fury instantly incinerated my reason.

Without a second thought, I swung the kitchen knife toward Gu Cheng’s face.

“You bastard! I’m going to fucking kill you!”

The sound of the blade slicing through the air stopped abruptly.

A hand with distinct knuckles clamped onto my wrist with precision.

It was the man who had opened the door. He didn’t even look at me; he just gave his knuckles a slight twist.

*Crack.*

A faint, sickening sound.

I didn’t even feel the pain immediately. I just watched as my wrist bent at an angle no human should be capable of, hanging limp.

Then, the agony surged into my mind, and my vision went black.

Just as I was about to curl up from the pain, a black shadow, carrying a heavy gust of wind, swung out violently from behind me.

That heavy hammerhead smashed toward the man’s face without mercy.

The last thing I felt before losing consciousness was my body being tossed aside like a sack of rags, the back of my head slamming hard against the sharp corner of a cabinet.