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The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 232
🕑 Added 2024-03-31 18:48:44 +0000 UTCChapter 232
When she woke up, it was still pitch dark at home; her parents hadn't returned yet. Although it was summer, He Qingyu felt icy cold. She slowly stood up, feeling that something was off everywhere on her body, but she had calmed down a lot by now. She fumbled for her phone in her bag next to her and turned on the screen. However, before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the screen suddenly went dark... the battery was dead.
The sound of children laughing seemed to ring in her ears again. He Qingyu took a deep breath, "It's fake, all illusions. I must be too tired recently."
She forced herself to believe that the sounds around her were hallucinations. Using the faint light from a street lamp coming through the gap in the curtains, she put her phone back in her bag. Just then, a coin rolled out from inside.
The one-yuan coin looked extraordinarily ordinary, making a crisp sound as it hit the ground. However, at the moment it rolled out, the noisy sound that had been bothering her ears disappeared.
He Qingyu listened carefully, indeed there was no sound anymore, and it seemed that the temperature around her had also returned to the normal warmth of summer.
She picked up the coin and held it in her palm, then cautiously stood up, and suddenly dashed out of her house, forgetting to close the door behind her.
About five minutes after He Qingyu left, the door that had been wide open slowly closed by itself.
It was close to midnight by then, the pedestrians on the streets had dispersed, only a few cars occasionally drove by. He Qingyu, clutching the coin tightly, sprinted through the streets.
Suddenly, she seemed to bump into someone and was thrown backward, "Ah!"
Hearing the shout, Han Chen, who was a bit drunk after a gathering with classmates, instantly sobered up and caught He Qingyu before she fell, "Are you okay?"
Before his words ended, Han Chen was suddenly pushed to the ground, "Ouch." The pain from his tailbone made his slight drunkenness dissipate completely. He looked at He Qingyu, who had turned to run away, speechlessly, "What a weirdo." Then he frowned, thinking the girl looked somewhat familiar, like a relative of his.
Thinking so, Han Chen dialed a number while chasing after her.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off, please…"
Annoyed, he tried another number, "Sorry, the subscriber you are calling is currently in a call, please…"
Switching to another number, he finally got through, "Mom, do we have a relative living near Dongcheng Xinghe Community?"
"What relative? That's your cousin aunt. They also have a daughter who goes to Nancheng Middle School. She took the college entrance examination this year. We haven't visited them in seven or eight years, I think. I heard they recently bought a new house in Xinghe Community. Why? Did you see them?" A woman's voice came through the phone.
"Yeah, I saw them. I'll come home late, you guys go to bed early." After hanging up, Han Chen quickened his pace.
"Host, the male lead has met with that girl," 098 reported to Ling Chunann, "He's taking her home."
"Mm," Ling Chunann opened his eyes, "Got it."
In the original story, He Qingyu was present too, but she was driven insane by a little ghost before she even got a name, and was sent to a mental hospital by her family a month after the college entrance examination.
Eventually, the male lead, playing the role of the savior, solved their family's problems. However, by the time he appeared, it was too late for He Qingyu to recover mentally, and she had to live in a mental hospital for the rest of her life.
Now, because of Ling Chunann's intervention, He Qingyu and Han Chen met ahead of time. However, this time, the male lead lacked his Taoist priest skills.
Between joining the commotion and sleeping, Ling Chunann considered for three seconds, then decided to sleep.
Just then, Tang Shouxu came in with milk, giving him even more reason not to get up.
The next morning, Ling Chunann and Han Chen spoke on the phone. It took a while before the call was answered. It was apparent from his voice that he hadn't slept well, sounding groggy, "Hello?"
"Chen bro, heard you're back. Are you on vacation? When are you free to hang out?" Ling Chunann pretended not to notice Han Chen's fatigue, speaking cheerfully, "I've also invited Yang Ge, how about coming over to my place for lunch?"
"Your place?" Han Chen perked up, having known him for years, this was the first time Ling Chunann had invited him over. But then he
quickly thought of Tang Shouxu, hesitating, "Uncle Tang won't mind, right?"
"It's fine, he's very hospitable." Ling Chunann glanced at Tang Shouxu, who was silently massaging him and smiled appeasingly at him, then moved his hand to his waist.
Not believing Tang Shouxu, who always looked dark whenever he saw him, could be hospitable, Han Chen still accepted the invitation, "Alright, I'll come early."
After hanging up, Ling Chunann kicked Tang Shouxu, "Get up, let's go shopping."
"Okay." Tang Shouxu reluctantly touched Ling Chunann's ankle, "Baby, let me dress you."
After shopping, they saw Han Chen hesitating at the door. Tang Shouxu signaled to Ling Chunann, "Baby, your friend is here."
Han Chen also saw them and hurriedly greeted, "Xiao Yan, Uncle Tang."
After entering the house, Tang Shouxu made room and touched Ling Chunann's head, "You guys chat, I'll cook."
The male lead had grown much taller compared to a few years ago. Although Ling Chunann had also grown, he was still half a head shorter than him. Ling Chunann looked at him, "Take a seat."
Han Chen sat down cautiously, looking towards the kitchen before sitting at the spot Ling Chunann had pointed out. However, he sat so straight that the soft sofa felt like a hard bench under him, "Uncle Tang cooks?"
"Yeah," Ling Chunann replied, "His cooking tastes better."
At that moment, the kitchen door opened, and Tang Shouxu came out with two cups, placing one in front of Han Chen.
"Thank, thank you, Uncle Tang." Han Chen was visibly flattered, sitting even more upright.
Tang Shouxu nodded at him, then handed the other cup to Ling Chunann, "Baby, last night's share."
Looking at the milk in front of him, Ling Chunann: "......"
Discovering Ling Chunann was dissatisfied with his height, Tang Shouxu insisted on feeding him two cups of milk daily. The good part was Ling Chunann indeed grew quite a bit. The bad part was he started to develop a slight aversion to milk.
However, Tang Shouxu didn't force Ling Chunann to drink it right away, just placed the cup in his hands and left. Ling Chunann put the cup on the coffee table and smiled at Han Chen, who was staring blankly, "Chen bro, you look a bit pale. Didn't sleep well last night?"
"No, it's nothing." Han Chen finally snapped back to reality, "Just slept late."
"If you have any troubles, you can come to me. We've been friends for so many years, I'll definitely help," Ling Chunann said sincerely.
"Alright."
"By the way, Chen bro, why didn't your wife come with you today?" Ling Chunann asked.
"I've been separated from her for a long time," Han Chen replied.
Ling Chunann was surprised, "What happened?"
"After I brought her here last time, she went home. Then, not long after, she sent me a message saying her family didn't agree with us being together. They also said they wanted her to go abroad." Han Chen sighed, "After that, she never replied to my calls or messages."
Ling Chunann was indignant, "How could she do that?"
Han Chen smiled bitterly, "Maybe it's fate."
Looking at the heartbroken male lead, 098 said, "Host, if he finds out it was you who sent the message, will he blame you?"
Ling Chunann innocently said, "I never sent him any messages."
...Okay, it was sent under the host's command.
098 felt it had misjudged people.
The two talked for a while, shifting from the girlfriend topic to Ling Chunann's exam scores. After Han Chen sighed for a while, he asked, "Xiao Yan, have you filled out your college preference?"
"Ancheng University," Ling Chunann said, "I chose the history department."
Hearing about Ancheng University, Han Chen's eyes were full of surprise, then quickly suppressed, "Then I'm your senior again. The history department is good, but why didn't you choose medical? With your grades, you could have gone to any major."
"Studying medicine is too tiring," Ling Chunann shook his head, then winked at Han Chen, "You know, I'm too lazy."
"Ha ha." Han Chen couldn't help laughing out loud, "That's true. Remember to tell me when you get your admission notice. When school starts, we'll go together, and I'll help you move."
"Okay, thanks, Chen bro," Ling Chunann happily agreed.
After lunch, Cao Yang couldn't wait to leave, even though Tang Shouxu's cooking
was super delicious. He barely dared to pick up his chopsticks, let alone really taste anything.
Han Chen wasn't much better, because sitting next to Ling Chunann made him even more pressured. However, when he was about to leave, Ling Chunann called him, "Chen bro, you mentioned your aunt's back was not comfortable. I have some ointment here, you can take it for her to try."
"This, isn't necessary," Han Chen felt a bit embarrassed.
"It's okay, Uncle and I won't use it anyway." Ling Chunann smiled and replied.
"Then, thank you." Han Chen followed him.
Ling Chunann led Han Chen upstairs, opened the study door, and pointed at the stool next to the desk, "Sit here for a while, I'll get the ointment."
Han Chen nodded, withdrawing his amazed gaze and obediently sitting down.
The study was mostly used by Tang Shouxu, with Ling Chunann only using a computer and the soft couch next to it, so most of the decor still followed Tang Shouxu's preferences, one of which was the abundance of books.
It seems no matter which world, men are especially keen on studying.
098: "Host, the male lead saw the suicide note you left on the desk."
Of course, that suicide note wasn't Ling Chunann's but one of the love letters He Qingyu had sent him.
Ling Chunann hummed, fetched the promised ointment from the drawer, turned around, handed it to Han Chen, "Chen bro, try this. If it works, I have more." He also handed him a palm-sized mirror, "This was originally intended for your wife, but since you've split up, I'll give it to you."
"Okay, thank you." Han Chen took the items, then glanced at the paper on the desk, "Sorry for looking at your stuff, but this..."
"That was sent by a classmate a few days ago, probably a prank." Ling Chunann shrugged.
"That's too much of a prank." Han Chen frowned.
"It's nothing, I just found it a bit strange." Ling Chunann smiled, "Chen bro, didn't you have something urgent?"
Han Chen came back to his senses, "Oh, then I'll take my leave."
"Alright, see you, Chen bro." Ling Chunann waved goodbye.
Han Chen didn't go straight home but made a detour to Xinghe Community.
When he arrived, He Qingyu was already waiting at the door. She was pale, holding a piece of paper, looking panicked, "I, I just found this on my desk."
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