Chapter 284 – Great God, I heard you’re going to travel a thousand li to deliver (18)
It’s not hard to imagine whose handiwork this is.
After all, his father’s side has been eagerly waiting for him to make a grave mistake, one big enough to strip him of his right to compete as an heir.
Fang Shi let out a cold chuckle, his angelic and flawless face tinged with a chilling malice.
To be honest, he didn’t really care. He absentmindedly lifted his right hand and glanced at it, his eyes darkening.
He had no interest in the sprawling affairs of the family, nor did he care to know how happy they were without him.
It had already come to this, he was only refraining from taking action out of respect for his Grandpa. But he hoped they would know their limits and keep their hands off the people around him.
Besides, they might not have realized one simple fact.
He wasn’t acting because he couldn’t. He was simply too lazy to.
The eyes that usually shimmered like starlight in the dark night were now deep and murky, as black as an abyss.
Exuding a dangerous aura.
As he continued scrolling through the posts, his mind lingered on what ut had just said, his lips pressing together slightly.
The willful Young Master Fang couldn’t be bothered to start a livestream. He lazily flipped through the posts, thinking that Luo should already be resting by now, when his phone suddenly vibrated again.
Another message.
There was an 80% chance that ut had grabbed someone else’s phone to complain about him.
Fang Shi’s lips curled coldly as he picked up the phone, then froze.
The dark and oppressive aura around him dissipated in an instant, even replaced by a hint of foolishness.
—[System notification: ‘Luo’ has accepted your friend request.]
He blinked once, then again. The emotions he had been brewing vanished in an instant.
His fingers moved swiftly, sending a message before his brain could even process it.
fs : [Shouldn’t you be asleep by now? Why are you still up?]
Fang Shi : …
Ah, his uncontrollable hands.
About a minute later, a reply came.
Luo : [Can’t sleep.]
At that moment, Yan Luo was lying sprawled on the bed, soft pillows stacked beneath her. Her black hair was messy, her eyes half-lidded, her collar slightly open, revealing fair skin. She held her phone in one hand, tilting her head slightly as she read the messages.
“Little Pink, I think there’s something wrong with this dimension. Clearly, I should be the one playing the role of the blackened male god.”
Thinking about everything that had happened since encountering this so-called ‘male god,’ Yan Luo couldn’t help but chuckle. She casually ran her fingers through her dark hair, raised an eyebrow, and propped herself up on one arm.
The original owner of this body had been sickly since childhood. When little Yan Luo was younger, she had a gloomy personality and often locked herself away in her room. After falling seriously ill once, her family failed to notice in time, leading to severe aftereffects—her body had been weak ever since. That illness had also damaged her vocal cords to some extent.
Her voice was normally low and husky, difficult to distinguish between male or female. And now, being sick on top of that, it carried an even deeper, raspier sexiness.
It sounded convincing enough.
But the ever-unfazed Little Pink, well aware of its Host’s temperament, remained calm : [Dear Host, look over there.]
Yan Luo’s body instinctively tensed up, as if recalling something. She swiftly pulled the blanket over her head and let out a muffled wail of protest.
Her voice was slightly stifled but full of grievance.
“Scam Pink, I won’t fall for your tricks this time!!”
Every day, it just wanted to scare her. Was it still a system close to its Host?!
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