Chapter 013: Impersonator x Overbearing CEO x White Moonlight (13)

Chapter 013: Impersonator x Overbearing CEO x White Moonlight (13)

Keding was delivering food on his bicycle when the system was calculating how much he could earn each day.

"You help your classmates with deliveries, one yuan per package, five for heavy items, and you can handle twenty to thirty orders a day?"

"It depends on how busy my coursework is. With Singles' Day coming up, business will be good." Keding pedaled hard: "My dad doesn't have health insurance, and the medication is too expensive. I can't ask my family for living expenses or tuition anymore."

"The Cheng Junfeng job should earn you at least eight thousand yuan conservatively," the system said. "Even though it's a trial period, it's rated three stars, and you exceeded expectations, so there's a newbie bonus."

Hearing this number, Keding gripped the handlebars tightly and smiled after a while.

The system asked, "How much do you plan to send home?"

"All of it," Keding said. "My father's illness... has always been painful, and my mother has difficulty moving around. Every little bit helps."

"What's the highest-rated task you've had?"

"Usually, in the regular files, it ranges from one to seven stars, but it can go up to ten stars, though those are very peculiar cases."

"Some... although they can shield you from sensory pain, many participants experience psychological breakdowns after failing and even quit the field entirely, so the mainframe doesn't recommend trying them rashly."

After thinking for a moment, Keding said, "If I can choose, I want to try a five-star mission next time."

"Sure thing, I'll schedule it for you."

Returning to Shen Xi's world, Keding hardly needed to do anything; he just needed to study and wait for the defense-breaking points to accumulate gradually.

His initial theory was that to break someone's defenses, you need to shatter their sense of security and stability.

Someone like Cheng Junfeng, who lacks any semblance of kindness or humanity, would destroy others' lives without much remorse and even find some amusement in it.

Those two drops of blood implanted deep into their bones were a source of profound fear, driving the couple mad.

Is there really such a thing as a curse? What could happen by making silent gestures towards someone?

They didn't take it seriously at first, but when they saw each other bleeding from the nose during the toast, a web of terror instantly spread across every inch of their skin.

Yan Chun screamed, dropped the glass, rushed to the bathroom, and cried uncontrollably for nearly half an hour, leading to the cancellation of the table-toasting ceremony.

Cheng Junfeng was slightly calmer but kept searching the crowd, visibly trembling.

"Haha, five more defense-breaking points, totaling one hundred sixty points," the system said. "I think they're mainly guilty because they know they've done too many bad things and deserve this retribution."

"It's not over yet," Keding said with a smile. "I bet fifty cents that right after the wedding, these two will rush to see a doctor."

Indeed, before the wedding banquet ended, many formalities were handled by their parents, and the newlyweds had disappeared completely.

The guests were shaken but remained silent, unable to touch the lavish feast.

... It's like a ghost story! Who would dare wish them a long-lasting marriage now?!

Cheng Junfeng immediately called the Cheng family's longtime private doctor for a thorough examination.

"Blood pressure and pulse are normal," the doctor said, removing the stethoscope. "How much nosebleed did you have? Have you checked the safety of your recent diet?"

At the mention of diet, Cheng Junfeng and Yan Chun exchanged glances, the latter looking pale.

"Could it be arsenic or some other poison?" Yan Chun began to cry. "Cheng Junfeng! Look at what you've brought upon us!"

Getting married shouldn't mean risking your life!

The doctor, seeing Cheng Junfeng's grim face, asked again, "So, how much nosebleed did you have?"

"A single drop."

Private doctor: "..."

They quickly drew blood for tests, and the white blood cell count showed no abnormal increase; all indicators were normal.

The private doctor accompanied them to Ruijin Hospital and whispered, "Apart from the single drop of nosebleed, did you experience any other discomfort?"

Cheng Junfeng said sternly, "I don't believe this result. Let's check another hospital!"

"Maybe try traditional Chinese medicine," Yan Chun said, covering her face. "So many media people were here today, and everything was captured..."

On the way to another hospital, Cheng Junfeng angrily questioned his family over the phone, berating the old butler harshly.

His subordinates were already investigating the backgrounds of each wedding chef and checking for any abnormalities in recent food and water supplies.

The private doctor received several calls from Cheng's parents, answering their questions diligently.

"Yes, all indicators are normal, and the results from three hospitals are the same."

"...It's possible it's due to heat or psychological factors, given the minimal bleeding."

Cheng Junfeng heard him and snatched the phone, ending the call, saying, "Doctor Xiong, you delivered me. I won't hide anything from you."

"Yan Chun and I are likely cursed."

Doctor Xiong awkwardly acknowledged, asking, "How were you cursed? Did someone use your birth date for a ritual?"

"No, it's something far more sinister!" Yan Chun, unable to hide her fear, mimicked the gesture. "When Junfeng and I were talking to someone, that person started making gestures at us, and then we became like this!"

Yan Chun imitated Shen Xi's actions, appearing even more deranged.

Cheng Junfeng watched Yan Chun transform, murmuring, "Shen Xi, you are so vicious."

Do you want to turn both of us into unreasonable lunatics, making everyone wonder what we're afraid of? How cruel!!

The very Shen Xi being talked about was feeding pigeons in the square, scattering a handful of corn kernels for them to eat freely.

"Gobble gobble, come on over, I'll bring you some popcorn next time."

His mind was like a broken defense value cash register system, continuously ringing up points.

"Defense value breached, plus ten."

"Defense value breached, plus five."

"Defense value breached, plus ten."

"Defense value breached, plus five."

The system sincerely remarked, "Can it be played like this?"

Doctor Xiong finally had no other choice and arranged for a psychologist to dress up as a spiritual practitioner to conduct a face-to-face consultation with them.

Both sets of parents accompanied them, their faces full of worry.

The elders were no longer concerned about the nosebleeds; the current mental state of the two eldest sons... was terrifying.

Could pre-wedding anxiety really escalate to this point? Why were they even talking about calling the police?

Cheng Junfeng, irritated by the questioning, snapped, "I'm not lying! I'm not deceiving you! Everyone saw it, Yan Chun and I both had nosebleeds at the same time. Isn't that evidence enough!"

Doctor Xiong, fearing his colleague might be frightened, consoled, "Let's observe them for a while longer. If it's just a coincidence, it won't happen again."

Yan Chun tried hard to maintain his composure and nodded in agreement.

He tightly held Cheng Junfeng's hand, still shaken, and said, "We should never provoke that person again, Junfeng. We shouldn't even see him once more."

The man silently nodded.

The psychologist observed the entire process and, upon coming out, asked the family members, "Who exactly is this Shen Xi they keep mentioning?"

At the mention of this person, Yan Chun's parents looked embarrassed, knowing it was their son who had ruined the original marriage arrangement.

Cheng's mother sighed repeatedly and briefly recounted the past events, to which the psychologist nodded and shook his head.

"I don't think it's a curse; it seems more like a physical manifestation of their self-denial."

"Let's observe them for a bit longer."

It seemed like things quietly settled down.

Until a week later, when they regained their composure and kissed and embraced each other in a perfect atmosphere, planning to take things further.

The system waited a long time for this moment, watching adult videos while reminding Keding.

"Say it! How many drops of blood today!"

"Just one drop," Keding said, "I'm quite frugal."

"You've made so much from those two drops of blood these days..."

"The less, the more outrageous it seems."

Sweating profusely, Cheng Junfeng regained his confidence and rode fiercely. When he leaned down to kiss Yan Chun, he saw his face turn deathly pale, frozen like a specimen.

A familiar wetness appeared at his nose.

Cheng Junfeng stiffly stopped all movements, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

A streak of bright red, extremely striking.

"Defense value breached! Fifteen!"

"Defense value breached! Fifteen!"

The second nosebleed was too much, almost turning this man into a psychologically impotent individual.

He spared no expense to gather contact information for renowned doctors, flying directly to Beijing to consult an expert at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, known for treating difficult cases.

Yan Chun considered divorcing and leaving but, unable to find a way to break the curse, feared a worse fate if he did so, accompanying him to the hospital like a devoted wife.

The expert, seeing the two, kindly asked, "What's troubling you?"

"Nosebleeds," Cheng Junfeng said, "No reason, no poisoning. All food and water have been tested daily."

"Indeed, nosebleeds can be a common symptom of rare diseases," the expert said, "Hemophilia, nasopharyngeal cancer, endometriosis, etc."

"Which of you has these conditions?"

Both answered in unison, "Me."

The expert looked closely at them and asked, "Frequency? How much blood each time?"

Yan Chun immediately replied, "Within this month, I had one episode, he had two, and each time it was just one drop."

The expert paused for a few seconds, anger rising, "Are you here to make short videos? Do you know how many patients are waiting to be saved?! You're wasting medical resources. Get out!!"

"Doctor, please listen, the timing of the nosebleeds is very strange—"

"Go to your community clinic!! Who doesn't get nosebleeds in the dry winter air?! Next patient!!"

Massive amounts of cooling herbs were air-freighted from Guangzhou to Shanghai, brewed and served continuously, without even adding rock sugar or licorice, fearing it would disrupt the cooling effect.

The more they drank, the more anxious they became, and the more heat they felt. Eventually, one day, when Cheng Junfeng woke up, blood dripped onto his pillow, covering his hands in blood.

The roar echoed throughout the Cheng residence.

"This time, it really wasn't me." The system said, "Drinking too much cooling tea can harm your spleen and kidneys, tsk tsk tsk, being so reckless at such a young age."

Keding took a sip of the steaming chestnut milk tea: "It's so flavorful."

The delicious hot drinks he dared not buy in reality could all be tried here in this realm, and it felt great.

And... seeing the constantly swelling balance in the backend, everything tasted even better!

"You wait," the system, enjoying the spectacle, said, "he's about to come find you."

"Playing so big, aren't you afraid Cheng Junfeng will quietly take you out?"

"Actually, both of them are bullies who pick on the weak." Keding said gently, "Given the current situation, who do you think Cheng Junfeng wants to get rid of the most?"

"Ding ding," the system was also monitoring the balance, "your earnings have started pouring in again."

"Keep the voice prompt on," Keding smiled happily, "I love hearing this."