"If you intended to attract my attention this way, congratulations, you succeeded." I scoffed and continued, "However, I hope you understand one thing: I, Cai Moyu, have never failed to get what I want." With that, I turned to leave.
I thought he would yield. After all, my offer was like a pie falling from the sky for him. Yet, I was wrong. The next day, my messenger informed me that he had refused. I was furious yet curious. What kind of person was he that he would turn down money?
So, I went to find him myself. "Why did you refuse?" I asked straightforwardly. He glanced at me and replied expressionlessly, "I do not wish to be your servant."
"That's because you haven't experienced the benefits of being a servant," I sneered. "As long as you follow me, you won't have to endure such a life of hardship anymore, and you won't have to worry about your mother's medical expenses."
He fell silent for a moment before asking, "What do I need to do?"
"Stay by my side and serve me," I declared proudly.
"Alright," he agreed.
Thus, Feng Yu became my servant—a servant without a contract of servitude. At first, he was not close to me and even showed a hint of resistance.
However, I am interested in him. So, I began to tease him in various ways. I enjoy watching his face turn red from restraint and seeing him flustered by my words. To this end, I specially prepared a long whip. Even though he became a guard in the palace after passing the selection with my consent, he still has his days off. Whenever I am unhappy, I whip him. I want to see other expressions on that cold, calm face. However, he always maintains a stubborn look, even when beaten and bruised, he doesn't utter a word. It seems that the more it hurts, the happier he becomes. This ignited my competitive spirit. I refuse to believe that he won't submit beneath my feet.
"Host, congratulations on successfully binding the Abuse Novel Female Supporting Character System." Just when I was at my wit's end with Feng Yu, a voice suddenly appeared in my mind. I was taken aback and asked, "What system?"
"Abuse Novel Female Supporting Character System." The voice repeated, "Host, the world you are currently living in is an Ancient Martial Arts Novel."
"And I am here specifically to help you avoid becoming the next tragic villainess."
I was even more confused: "What do you mean?"
"In simple terms, you are the madwoman in the novel who humiliates the male lead."
"And I am here to teach you how to be a kind and benevolent person to prevent you from ending up with a tragic fate."
I fell silent for a moment and asked, "What was my original ending?"
"To be hated to the bone by the male lead and tortured to death."
"..."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Then I might as well just die now."
"No, no, no, Host, you still haven't realized the seriousness of the situation."
The system hurriedly said, "Do you know what the male lead used to do?"
"Hunting."
"That's right, but don't you find it strange? How can a hunter have martial arts skills? And such high ones at that?"
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
"It means that you two have actually swapped places."
The system explained, "You are the Fake Heiress, and he is the True Young Master."
I widened my eyes. "How is that possible?"
"How is it not possible? Think about it carefully—why are your parents so good to you while your brother is always wary of you?"
"That's because they already know you're not their biological child! Only you, this fool, still naively think you're really the Young Lady!"
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