How to Turn a Gutless Honest Man into a Darkened Villain - Chapter 1

When I stormed back to the apartment, Ying Jue was still in the kitchen making dinner for me.

I walked straight up to him, flung my bag at him, and demanded,

“You sent your brother abroad?”

Ying Jue silently put my bag away and nodded.

“Yes.”

I snapped irritably,

“He schemed against you again and again. He even tried to kill you.”

“You finally managed to take the company back from him, and in the end, all you did was send him abroad??”

After hearing me out, Ying Jue asked good-naturedly,

“Then what should I have done?”

I said viciously,

“An eye for an eye! You should run him over with a car too, scald him with boiling water too! He treated you that badly-he ought to pay with his life!”

But after hearing that, Ying Jue only frowned slightly and said,

“…That’s illegal.”

“He is my brother, after all. And once he’s sent abroad, he won’t bother us anymore.”

Hearing that, I was so furious my vision nearly went black.

Even the System broke down, saying in disbelief:

[No, seriously, what kind of Ninja Turtle is this villain!!]

[Abused by his parents as a child, backstabbed by his younger brother as an adult-such a textbook beautiful, powerful, and tragic villain setup, so why won’t he darken?!]

I took a deep breath and asked the System:

[What’s his darkening value now?]

The System said weakly:

[12%…]

12%.

I had transmigrated into this world a full five years ago.

For five years, I had diligently carried out my missions, humiliating him and mocking him.

In fact, at the very beginning, the only reason I was able to marry him was because I had put something in his drink.

Then I forced myself on him.

When I woke up the next morning, I even deliberately mocked and belittled him, saying he was no good.

But I hadn’t expected that the beautiful, powerful, and tragic villain the System spoke of would merely look silently at the bruises left on my wrists from the night before.

Then he sighed and said to me gently,

“I’m sorry. I made you suffer last night. I’ll take responsibility for you.”

I was dumbfounded at the time.

The System still hadn’t realized the severity of the situation and said excitedly:

[Great opportunity! Take the chance to marry him, then raise hell and humiliate him to your heart’s content! Increase his darkening value!]

But after we got married, I tried every method of humiliation I could think of.

I forced him to wait on me like a servant and bossed him around arrogantly.

But I hadn’t expected that the villain in this book was just a cowardly, honest man.

He was like a silent lake-no matter how many stones were thrown into it, not a single ripple would rise.

He accepted my temper in full.

Even when I stole confidential information from his company, his first reaction was to reflect on himself:

“Taotao, have I upset you recently?”

And he wasn’t only like this with me.

Toward the parents who had abused him, he still sent money regularly to support them in their old age.

Toward his younger brother, he also went easy on him, softheartedly doing no more than sending him abroad.

And just like that, five whole years passed.

I was so angry at him that my own darkening value was about to max out.

Yet Ying Jue’s darkening value

was still only 12%.

After dinner, I was still angry.

As usual, Ying Jue took the foot-soaking basin, filled it with hot water for me, and brought it in.

If it had been before, when I was in a good mood, I would have hugged him and given him a kiss.

But right now, I was angry and didn’t want to talk to him. I soaked my feet while looking down and scrolling on my phone.

Ying Jue waited for a long time but never got his kiss. He didn’t make a sound, only quietly waited at the side.

When I finished soaking my feet, he crouched in front of me and reached for a towel to dry them.

The System directed feebly: [Keep losing your temper at him.]

Hearing that, I didn’t wipe my feet. I stepped directly onto his shoulder.

Ying Jue held my calf and asked in a low voice,

“Still not over it?”

I gave a cold snort and ignored him.

So he picked up the towel beside him and said dully,

“I’ll dry them for you…”

I looked down at him from above, then rubbed all the water from my feet onto his loungewear.

After that, I lifted my chin and provoked him:

“No need. Isn’t there a ready-made foot rag right here?”

The moment I said it, even I felt it was too insulting.

So I couldn’t help asking the System expectantly again:

[What about now? What’s the darkening value?]

The System was silent for a long while before saying:

[It dropped another notch. It’s 11% now.]

Me: “…………”