Quick Transmigration: Strategy of Playing the Victim - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Gu Nianbei really was different from those villains who’d had lives of unspeakable misery since childhood.

He was the crown prince of Northern Group, noble from birth, with parents who cherished and adored him. He had once been upright and radiant, gentle and kind.

Even when his father’s illegitimate son, Gu Nian’an, was brought home five years ago, Gu Nianbei had been broad-minded enough to treat that bastard child like his own younger brother.

Unfortunately, no one in the Gu Family knew that Gu Nian’an was a monster through and through. A demon.

He disguised himself as a harmless little lamb, deceiving the Gu Family step by step and earning their trust, then followed Gu Nianbei into Northern Group.

Five years still hadn’t been enough to tame him. When the time was right, Gu Nian’an orchestrated two car accidents.

One killed Gu’s father and mother on the spot. The other left Gu Nianbei paralyzed from the waist down.

After that, driven by a twisted sense of amusement, he kept Gu Nianbei confined in the Gu Residence, forcing him to watch as he seized control of Northern Group little by little and stole his fiancée.

Gu Nian’an was the true textbook villain. He was also indeed the biggest villain in the early part of the book.

His evil only served to highlight how compelling Gu Nianbei became once he blackened in the face of utter despair, turning into an even more wicked villain in the later stages.

I hadn’t transmigrated too early or too late. I had arrived at the precise moment when Gu Nianbei was being confined, Gu Nian’an had already taken control of Northern Group, and he was in the middle of snatching Gu Nianbei’s fiancée away.

I glanced at Gu Nianbei’s long, slender fingers, the knuckles protruding from how tightly he was gripping the paper, and understood.

The current Gu Nianbei’s blackening progress was probably still under fifty percent.

No sooner had that thought crossed my mind than the hand in my field of vision moved.

Gu Nianbei took the pen from me. After a two-second pause, he wrote two words:

“Get out.”

At least he wasn’t telling me to “scram” anymore.

“Host, it really worked!”

Ignoring the System’s excitement, I took the notebook from Gu Nianbei with tears in my eyes, biting my lip.

“I’m sorry.”

After writing those three words, I looked at Gu Nianbei with wounded grievance, then turned as if to leave.

“System, give me a few whip wounds on my legs. Make them look like they split open and started bleeding after being scalded by boiling water.”

“Huh?”

The System was baffled, but it quickly did as told. “Done.”

I had just turned and taken my first step when I heard the notification, so I immediately hunched over as if the pain was unbearable.

“Make the blood drip onto the floor.”

As soon as I said that, I caught sight from the corner of my eye of a winding trail of blood flowing down from the base of my thigh and onto the floor, like it was spraying out of a water pipe.

Wasn’t this effect a little over the top?

My brow twitched hard. Then I heard Gu Nianbei’s urgent voice behind me.

“Wait.”