Chapter 157: The Professor’s Rebate System Has Been Monopolized by Xiao Kelián (1)

Chapter 157: The Professor's Rebate System Has Been Monopolized by Xiao Kelián (1)

Of course, Wen Renshu didn’t dare to say this out loud.

After all, he knew that he had indeed been a bit excessive in the last six months.

But A'Chu was irresistible.

His already weak self-control always shattered.

Wen Renshu's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and a light sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Alright."

His voice carried a hint of hoarseness.

"I'll follow your lead, A'Chu."

His eyes flickered, and he asked again.

"A'Chu, you're mine, right?"

Song Chuyi hummed softly, "Of course."

"Even though I’m yours, I won’t go easy on you!"

Wen Renshu chuckled softly, "That's enough."

As long as A'Chu was his, enduring some torment was to be expected.

He had been too excessive, after all.

Song Chuyi noticed the sweat on Wen Renshu's forehead and slowly moved his feet up, placing them on Wen Renshu's abs.

This man, who had a flat lower abdomen, had actually developed abs over the past six months.

Wen Renshu's body stiffened slightly, and he dared not move.

Song Chuyi chuckled softly, his eyes sparkled with confidence.

"So, what’s your plan?"

Wen Renshu was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Song Chuyi to ask this suddenly.

"A'Chu is really smart."

He let out a low laugh, his chest vibrating.

"Apart from A'Chu, no one else matters."

Seeming to enjoy it, he sighed softly.

"But I can’t bear to share A'Chu with the world."

Even if it’s just for worship, even if it’s just a possibility of others looking at his A'Chu.

He couldn’t bear it, and he didn’t want to.

A'Chu belongs to me, and only to me.

Song Renshu chuckled softly, "Gong Ji has decided to get rid of me."

Song Chuyi snorted, "You did this on purpose?"

"Hmm." Song Renshu explained, "Half a year ago, after the former Prime Minister and the former general retired, Gong Ji put new people in power."

"They were ahead of their time and questioned the existence of the gods."

Song Chuyi pondered for a moment, "So you faked a journey to have them sway Gong Ji?"

"Hmm." Song Renshu nodded, "Exactly."

"A few days ago, I got word that Gong Ji sent assassins after us."

Song Chuyi was speechless.

"And you were still playing games with me?"

"Are the emperor's people arriving soon?"

A gust of wind whistled past, followed by a sharp metallic clang as something lodged in the carriage.

The carriage had stopped at some unknown time.

Song Chuyi's eyebrows twitched.

"They're here."

He was about to untie the ropes on Song Renshu's hands, only to see that they had already been broken by his internal force.

Fine, fine, you're such a show-off with your martial arts.

He pounced into Song Renshu's arms and gave his waist a playful pinch.

"What's your plan? Faking your death?"

Song Renshu lowered his head and kissed his lips.

"A'Chu is so smart, he can only belong to me."

If others found out about how clever and sweet A'Chu is, they'd try to steal him away.

He could kill those people and turn this world into hell.

But, it would make his A'Chu unhappy.

He couldn't bear that.

So, it's best that only he could see A'Chu's beauty.

That would be perfect.

A fire suddenly ignited without warning.

A small path was engulfed in flames; not just the carriage, but also the surrounding woods were surrounded by the blaze.

The fire raged for three days and nights, only dying down when the rain finally came.

Rumors later spread that both the current National Preceptor and the next National Preceptor had perished in the great fire.

That night, a bolt of lightning cracked through the sky, striking the temple with a deafening roar.

A massive fire broke out in the temple, consuming the entire National Preceptor’s residence, leaving nothing but ashes.

The next day, the emperor pushed aside all opposition and abolished the National Preceptor’s residence, while also accelerating the abolition of the religious hierarchy.

The imperial edict spread quickly, with some feeling confused, others puzzled, and still others angry.

But no matter the reaction, these voices didn’t linger for long.

Because along with this edict, another one was issued, reducing taxes.

This piece of news, closely tied to their daily lives, mattered more to most people, who ultimately cared more about themselves.

Gradually, people stopped discussing the National Preceptor, and as for the gods, those seemed like even more ethereal concepts.

——

A month later, in a courtyard in a border town.

Song Chuyi lazily yawned.

The sound of the task being completed echoed in his mind, but it didn’t elicit much of a reaction from him.

Song Renshu’s mind was full of lustful thoughts; if asked to destroy the world now, it would be simpler to just kill him instead.

Without the desire to destroy the world, the task was naturally completed.

He flipped over, letting the osmanthus flowers fall on him.

“A’Chu.”

Song Renshu’s voice came from beside him.

“I made some osmanthus cakes, would you like to try some, A’Chu?”

Song Chuyi lifted his eyelids and picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, taking a delicate bite.

“Not bad,” he said with a smile, savoring the sweet flavor. “Brother Wenren is getting more and more amazing~”

Who would have thought that the once lofty and powerful male imperial advisor was now a chef spending his days in the kitchen?

Song Renshu’s gaze lingered on Song Chuyi’s lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“A’Chu, let me taste.”

He leaned in and kissed him, the faint sweetness of the osmanthus cake lingering on their lips, mingling with the warmth of their breath.

Song Renshu’s overwhelming desire sustained A’Chu, and everything about A’Chu belonged to him.

Song Renshu never stopped nurturing this desire.

Because his obsession with A'Chu had never stopped, nor had it weakened.

Instead, it only grew stronger over time.

Until the end, he was still obsessed with his A'Chu.

His A'Chu, who belonged to no one else but him.

————

Song Chuyi was woken by Xiaotong's frantic voice.

"Host! Host! Something big has happened!"

Song Chuyi slowly woke up and asked, "What's going on? We're already in the next world, right?"

Xiaotong: "Host! There's another system in this world."

Song Chuyi: "Hmm? Is it a system like you?"

Xiaotong: "No, no, that system is a bad system, not even approved by the main system."

"It's called the Rebate System—a system that offers rewards for certain actions."

Song Chuyi became interested, "Rebate System? Where? Is it bound to the original body?"

Xiaotong: "No, no. That bad system is bound to the villain, Ning Xiuping."

"That bad system has twisted the villain's mind, pushing him toward world destruction."

Xiaotong was fuming, "Bad system!"

Song Chuyi chuckled, "Everyone has a dark side, and that system just brought out the worst in him."

Xiaotong: "Host! You're defending the bad system!"

Song Chuyi gently patted the little white bun, "Alright, alright, send me the villain's background first."

Xiaotong quickly sent the villain's background to Song Chuyi.

Meanwhile, in the sterile, well-lit laboratory, Ning Xiuping tossed the error-riddled report into the shredder.

As the paper shredded into unrecognizable fragments, his face remained unreadable, his lips barely moving as he spoke.

"You say you are the Rebate System?"