The Crazy Crown Prince Is Obsessed with Me

Part 5

Half a month passed.

If I didn't get back to following the plot soon, I felt like my back might break.

I called the system out, mentally forming a slow question mark.
【Host, don't worry, the Main God has his own pace.】

Fine, I'll change the question: 【Dear system, you must know why Rong Jing is in this world, right?】

The system gave a couple of awkward coughs: 【I do know, but the Main God won't let me tell you.】

Alright, alright, the Main God is my boss, I won't argue with him.

Who could understand the hardships of a working person?

Two hours later, just as I peeled open a perfectly ripe, golden, and juicy durian, ready to enjoy a few bites, the system's voice cut in at the worst possible moment:

【Host, it's time for you to return to the Fu residence and continue the plot.】

I changed into a simple white dress that matched my pure, simp persona.

While Rong Jing was busy with a video conference, I snuck out.

This time, the plot didn't require me to walk back.
Excited, I booked a luxury car service.

When I arrived at the Fu residence, the staff greeted me as naturally as if nothing had happened: "Miss Shi, you're back?"

It was as if my absence these past days was just a little vacation.

I smiled and delivered my line: "Is Fu Rong Yu at home?"

The staff looked uneasy, glancing towards the second-floor study.

I immediately understood: "Thank you."

As I passed the kitchen, the system reminded me: 【Host! Don't forget to grab the prop!】

I chose the most beautiful glass and filled it with water.

Dragging my feet heavily, I ascended the stairs.

Mainly because I needed those heavy steps to conceal my inner excitement.
Starting tomorrow, Fu Rong Yu would get the ultimate male lead experience in a wife-chasing abusive novel—

A VIP seat in the crematorium!



The door to the study wasn't fully closed.

Inside, I could hear Lin Song Ya's tearful voice:

"Everyone's saying I'm a homewrecker who seduced someone else's fiancé, but Ah-Yu, I was the one who knew you first. It was Shi Shuang who shamelessly inserted herself as the third party between us. I've loved you for so many years—what right does she have...?"

Fu Rong Yu held Lin Song Ya, gently patting her back: "Don't worry, I won't let you be wronged."

"I can bear being wronged; I don't mind, but I don't want our child to suffer..."

If there was a light above my head, it would definitely be green [1].

Now was the perfect moment! I let go of my hand—
With a dull thud, the glass slipped from my grasp and landed on the thick carpet.

I pinched my thigh hard, forcing tears to spring from my eyes, and with reddened eyes, I stammered, "How could you do this to me...?"

Fu Rong Yu glanced at me coldly: "The kidnappers let you go so quickly?"

I tried to make myself look even more pitiful: "I was locked up for a long time... I barely managed to escape..."

As I spoke, I rolled up my sleeve to show him the bruises on my arm.

They were fake, created by the system.

"Shi Shuang, these deceitful tricks are getting old," Fu Rong Yu said, his disgust plain on his face.

Tears rolled down my cheeks: "I'm not lying. I really was kidnapped..."

My acting deserved ten Oscars.

Lin Song Ya looked at me with eyes full of provocation: "Stop acting, Shi Shuang. Who gets kidnapped and still looks so clean and neat? I know you're just trying to get Ah-Yu's attention, but you can't force love. No matter how much you play the victim, it won't work."

I asked the system: 【Can I slap her to death?】

【Harming NPCs will cost you ten times the points.】

Fine, I held back and continued with my lines: "If that's the case, I'll let you have him."

I made sure to show an expression of utter sorrow.

Then, I took off the ring on my finger and threw it at Fu Rong Yu.

"Fu Rong Yu, I'm the one who doesn't want you anymore."

Who wrote such a crazy plot?

【The Main God wrote it personally.】

Oh, well, it's actually pretty good.

Footnote:

[1] "Wearing a green hat (戴绿帽)" is a Chinese slang that refers to someone being cheated on by their partner.