Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Ji Mian stared into the endless white void, realizing he had once again entered the system space.

He was a small, hazy white blob, resembling a silvery mist.

"You earned 270,000 Affection Points in the last world," the system said, its mechanical voice tinged with excitement. "But the plot went way off track, and Luo Ye didn’t even encounter the main characters. Headquarters slapped us with a 75% point deduction."

"Your total points now stand at 98,070."

Ji Mian’s eyes widened in shock. "Wow!"

He remembered finishing the world with Xie Hang with only around 30,000 points. In this world alone, he’d racked up over 60,000 points!

The system said 100,000 points would get him a new life.

"I’ll take a 10% cut as my fee for helping you," the system continued. "But even after that, you’re just over 10,000 points away from your goal. If you do well, one more world might wrap this up."

One more world? Ji Mian’s heart raced.

When he was far off, he hadn’t felt this urgency. But now, the closer he got, the more he wanted to hurry back.

The system couldn’t resist praising him. "Out of all my hosts, you’re the quickest to get this close."

Ji Mian blushed at the sudden praise. "...Mostly thanks to my brother."

Without his brother’s help, he’d barely have 10,000 points.

"The next world’s coming up. Get ready."

...

Ji Mian woke up, disoriented by his surroundings.

It looked like a private booth, with no bright white lights, just flickering red and blue lights that made his head spin.

"Let go," a cold voice snapped in his ear. The voice was smooth but dripping with disgust.

Ji Mian realized he was gripping someone’s wrist—pale and strong. From his outfit, he looked like a waiter—tall, well-built, and rocking the uniform.

"Let go," the other person repeated.

Before Ji Mian could even look up to see the person's face, he instinctively wanted to release his grip.

"Don’t let go," the system stopped him.

However, before Ji Mian could act, the person he was holding suddenly grabbed him in return, seemingly out of disdain, deliberately choosing only the part covered by the sleeve. Then, with a twist of the wrist, Ji Mian immediately let go in pain.

"Hey, are you okay, Master Ji?"

"Where did this waiter come from? He hurt Master Ji’s hand."

People around muttered, pretending to side with Ji Mian, but their tone was clearly amused.

A group of fair-weather friends.

The system hadn’t yet transmitted the original host’s memories, so Ji Mian remained silent, not responding.

The waiter who had offended him bent down, placed the tray he was holding on the table, and set several glasses of wine in front of him.

His voice remained cold: "Take your time."

Ji Mian finally got a clear look at his features. To be precise, it was his profile.

He was very young, probably around twenty years old. Just from his profile, Ji Mian knew this person would undoubtedly rise to the top if he entered the entertainment industry.

His features weren’t overly sharp or aggressive, but his frosty brows and eyes held an inexplicable intensity—both unsettling and captivating. On the bridge of his nose, near Ji Mian’s side, was a small mole that added a particularly alluring touch.

With a face like that, he’d be the aloof campus heartthrob in a school setting.

But in a place like this, anyone with a bit of clout would either want to step on him or claim him for themselves.

After setting down the glass, the young man turned and left.

At that moment, a flood of memories rushed into Ji Mian's mind.

This world could be described as a classic revenge story template. The Pei Family was one of the top-tier elite families in Ningcheng, and their youngest son, Pei Qing, exceptionally talented and handsome, had been the golden boy in everyone’s eyes since childhood. Many wealthy young men and women in Ningcheng had secretly admired him.

From a young age, Pei Qing received the best education, and after graduating from university, he was sent by the Pei Family to a top-tier institution abroad for further studies.

No one knew Pei Qing hadn’t actually gone abroad but had instead left the Pei Family on his own. The story about studying abroad was just a face-saving measure for the Pei Family.

In reality, Pei Qing's treatment within the Pei Family wasn't as good as it appeared to outsiders.

He was the illegitimate child of the Pei Family’s eldest son, only brought into the family when he was eight.

As an illegitimate child, Pei Qing had always been treated coldly at home. His biological mother fell gravely ill when he was in middle school, but the Pei Family refused to help, leading to her untimely death. The Pei Family’s acceptance of Pei Qing wasn’t genuine; they simply wanted another pawn for marriage alliances to strengthen the family’s influence.

Pei Qing despised the Pei Family. After leveraging all the resources the family could offer, he left as soon as he graduated, armed with his education and skills, to find a way to completely dismantle the Pei Family.

During his time away, he met Yu Yunkui, who had already made a name for himself in the business world.

Yu Yunkui valued him highly, and Pei Qing didn't disappoint. Together, they doubled the size of their business empire in just five short years.

True to their initial agreement, Yu Yunkui helped Pei Qing with his revenge.

The Yunchi Group, which had recently emerged in Ningcheng, was their brainchild.

In Ningcheng’s upper circles, it was widely believed that Yu Yunkui was the face of Yunchi Group, but few knew Pei Qing was the true mastermind behind the scenes. No one could have predicted that in just five short years, the seemingly insignificant Yunchi Group would grow at an astonishing rate, becoming a force capable of rivaling the Pei Family and stirring up Ningcheng’s power dynamics.

As for Ji Mian's current body, it belonged to a man named Ji Fan.

Ji Fan had been a mischievous child and grew up to be a spoiled, unremarkable playboy. Yet, in the four or five years after Pei Qing left Ningcheng, he hadn't sought out anyone new. One might say he was deeply devoted.

Unfortunately, in the year before Pei Qing returned to Ningcheng, Ji Fan found a substitute who bore a slight resemblance to Pei Qing to ease his longing. This act not only disgusted Pei Qing but also infuriated Yu Yunkui, who admired him.

The Ji Family was also a relatively powerful family in Ningcheng, with numerous business ties to the Pei Family. After the protagonists brought down the Pei Family, the Ji Family naturally followed suit.

In the end, it was just a small, collateral casualty of the Pei Family’s downfall. The protagonists didn't even need to lift a finger before the Ji Family went bankrupt along with the already doomed Pei Family.

At this point, Ji Mian's role as the spoiled playboy was pretty much over.

However, in a twist of fate, the person Ji Fan had once used as a substitute returned to Ningcheng years later as a highly successful tech entrepreneur. Not only had he founded his own company in Ningcheng, but he also had close ties with the protagonists.

When Ji Fan, now down on his luck, accidentally crossed paths with him, their positions had completely reversed.

The former substitute had become someone Ji Fan could no longer reach, not even deigning to glance his way.

Once the waiter was gone, the rest of the people in the private room started ribbing him openly:

"Ji Fan, this is your third time at Meidun specifically requesting that guy to bring the wine, right?" The person speaking was closest to Ji Mian and, unlike the others who called him "Master Ji," called him by his name.

He was a friend who had attended the same school as the original host for many years, named Zhou Ji. He was good-looking, with a bright, striking demeanor.

"Ah!" someone said in a mocking tone, "It’s just a coincidence, pure coincidence! Right, Master Ji?"

"Coincidence? With so many waiters at Meidun, I don’t believe it’s always him delivering the wine by chance."

Ji Mian just gave a casual smile at their teasing, not paying much attention.

"What, Master Ji finally willing to move on from Pei Qing?"

Another person lazily chimed in, "Doesn’t that waiter look a lot like Pei Qing?"

At this, the room went quiet.

The speaker was Xue Zongguang, also sitting next to Ji Mian.

He, along with Zhou Ji and the original host Ji Fan, were old friends who knew each other inside out.

However, compared to the original host, these two were far more dependable when it counted, hence their relationship was closer than with Ji Fan.

Ji Fan had always been a slacker, only during his middle and high school years did his father spend money to send him to a prestigious school in Ningcheng, where he built some connections. Otherwise, with his personality, without the status of a Ji Family young master, he probably wouldn’t have made friends like Zhou Ji and Xue Zongguang.

"Affection Points +1, courtesy of Zhu Chuan."

"Affection Points +4, courtesy of Xue Zongguang."

"Affection Points +3, courtesy of Zhou Ji."

Ji Mian held the wine glass the waiter had just set down, taking a small sip.

Having just arrived in this world, he already received bits of Affection Points, all contributed by these so-called friends in the private room, none exceeding five points. But it was better than nothing.

The original host’s fondness for Pei Qing was no secret in their circle.

Someone spoke up to ease the tension, "He does resemble him a bit, especially the mole on the bridge of his nose, tsk tsk... The first time I saw him, I thought Master Pei had returned from abroad."

"He’s just a waiter, can’t compare to Master Pei, their demeanors are worlds apart." After saying this, the speaker paused.

It wasn’t exactly that the waiter’s demeanor was lacking, it was just different.

"He does look like him, but seems taller and more robust, too rough around the edges." Zhou Ji shook his head, "Ji Fan, you should just let it go, that guy looks like a hard one to handle, you won’t be able to manage him."

"Can’t handle him?" Ji Mian raised an eyebrow, "This young master’s got money to spare, I don’t believe he won’t submit."

"And," he continued, "What kind of upright person would work in a place like this?"

"Believe it or not, in a month, I’ll have him on his knees, licking—" Ji Mian, following his character, hesitated with the word for a moment, his ears reddened before he finally blurted it out, "...my dick."

Zhou Ji was speechless.

Xue Zongguang was stunned.

The others were at a loss for words.

Clink—

A crisp sound suddenly came from the table in front of Ji Mian.

A pair of hands with prominent knuckles set down a delicate plate, a few pastries arranged in the center.

Ji Mian froze, his eyes trailing up the hands to land on that mesmerizing mole on the bridge of the nose.

"Take your time," the voice was colder than before.

Ji Mian: …