“Where did I lie to him?” Feng Guang stood up, crossing her arms over her chest. Whenever she felt uncertain, she liked to put on a show of bravado.
Ren Wuxing saw through her facade but said nothing. “Meng Guo’er is a woman.”
“How do you know? Is she your girlfriend in real life?”
“I’ve told you, as long as I want, I can access any information in this world.” He paused briefly and continued, “Besides, I don’t have a girlfriend in real life.”
Feng Guang was ready to retort to his first statement but was taken aback by the second. “Why do you need to explain whether or not you have a girlfriend?”
“……Maybe I’m just bored.”
He didn’t answer, and setting aside the odd feeling in his heart, Feng Guang confidently said, “Regardless of whether I deceived Dao Youxin, you can’t deny that my words helped him regain his spirit. So, even if I did deceive him, what does it matter? The final result is good, isn’t it?”
“Miss Xia is famously arrogant and domineering, yet it seems she can also have a kind heart,” he replied sarcastically.
Feng Guang, angry, retorted, “You’re a strange person. When I’m not doing good deeds, you criticize and warn me. Now that I’ve done something good, you’re not warning me anymore but still mocking me. I know you dislike me, but if you hate me, why do you always show up in front of me? Is it just to find amusement at my expense?”
“There are so many people in the world facing difficulties. Why do you only help Dao Youxin?”
“I’m not just helping Dao Youxin! A few days ago, when Zhao Xiaolu was being camped by a corpse, didn’t I step in to help? It was then that you killed me—have you forgotten?”
“That day…” he started to say something but fell silent.
Feng Guang waited for a long time without hearing him continue. She figured he was just looking for trouble and said, “No matter what I do, in your eyes, I’m just a spoiled rich girl throwing a tantrum. You’ve already labeled me, haven’t you?”
Her last words trembled slightly with a hint of grievance.
He paused for a second. “I haven’t.”
“You have! From the first day I met you, you’ve looked at me through colored glasses. It’s not just you; it’s those people in reality who love to watch the drama. I ordered the silencing of that superstar, Liu Ti, which led to her suicide. Yes, I did say I didn’t like her, but that was because she tried to seduce my fiancé. I never imagined she would take her own life! And what about that cleaning lady? I accidentally kicked her broom, and I told her it was fine, but the manager insisted on firing her. I managed to keep her working in the building, but why does everyone end up saying I look down on cleaning staff?”
“Feng Guang…”
Ren Wuxing took a step closer, but she stepped back, a sign of distrust. His hand unconsciously clenched at his side.
Feng Guang bit her lip. “And what about that little secretary? That day, it was Liu Ti who made her trip and spilled water on herself. I just wanted to help her up, but… no matter how I explained it, Shen Wuyin didn’t believe me. He even slapped me… Not just him; no one believes me! In your eyes, I’m just an impolite rich girl who throws tantrums!”
As she spoke, she was on the verge of a breakdown. In the game, there were no tears, but Ren Wuxing instinctively reached out, missing that nonexistent tear as she nervously evaded him.
“In this game, they don’t know my identity; I’m just a naive rich girl. But I had fun being that rich girl. I could play however I wanted, and at least no one would look at me with colored glasses… But who are you to chase me into this game to remind me of my hated identity? Did I ever hurt you?” Her voice trembled, almost heartbreakingly. “Ren Wuxing, just how much do you despise me? In your eyes, am I just a villainous woman?”
No…
Before Ren Wuxing could utter a word, the system prompted: Your enemy, Wanyang, has gone offline.
He raised his hand to cover his chest, staring blankly for a long time before suddenly feeling a dull ache in his heart.