Deviant: No Longer Human

Ring…

The call connected.

No voice came from the other side.

Just… a soft hum.

Alive.

Fu Yuxin immediately jumped in, her voice sharp as she explained the situation and told her to come down.

She was leaving. Screw everything.

She was done.

First, her mother dared question her relationship with Wang Xiao? That was laughable.

She wasn't even the one who made the first move.

If anything, he had done everything. She was the victim here, thank you very much.

And then, to top it all off, her mother had the gall to question Zhenxi's identity?

Call her… unrelated?

That crossed the line.

No, exploded the line.

Just as the car reached the end of the driveway, the front door creaked open.

Chen Meili walked out, like a ghost.

She didn't look at anyone, just opened the passenger door and sat down in the front seat.

Her clothes were intact.

No wounds. No bleeding. No bruises. Not even dirt on her skin.

It was like nothing had happened at all.

Zhenxi tilted her head.

"…Meili?"

She leaned forward slightly, uncertain.

Chen Meili still didn't speak.

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2nd January, 2026.

The sun had already begun its descent, casting a warm amber hue across the rooftops of Shanghai. Shadows stretched long and thin across the villa grounds, while the last rays of twilight slanted in through the windows, painting gold across polished floors and silky curtains.

After landing, instead of taking the women to their respective homes, Wang Xiao made a single, silent decision, he dumped all three at his own villa.

And then left again.

Not a word of explanation, no glance backward... Just gone.

Everyone stood still for a moment, staring after the door that had closed behind him.

More women?

More children?

Again?

The villa, already teetering on the edge of explosion, now housed a small kingdom. Three stories of luxury, dozens of rooms, and too many secrets.

Fortunately, it was large enough.

Just barely.

"...?"

As the door clicked shut, Xinyue Zhilan let out a heavy sigh. She was already numb to it.

But one girl, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted as if she'd just seen a shooting star crash into the lawn, stood there frozen.

Qian Yaoyao.

Her long dark hair flowed like silk, accentuated by soft side bangs framing a delicate, innocent face. Large moonlit eyes and a rosy pout gave her a dreamy charm, while her snow-white outfit, trimmed in fur and paired with pearl accessories, made her look like a soft doll painted against the dying light.

She clutched a cream-topped drink, fingers slightly trembling, as she stared at the man who had just vanished.

This... was her cousin?

She came here with her mother and older sister, Qian Ruixin, the elegant and gentle beauty with clear, aloof eyes and a temperament as still as jade. But even she now had a headache.

Unlike herself, Yaoyao had never interacted much with Wang Xiao.

And now, thrown into his orbit, the girl couldn't hide her bewilderment.

Her world was quiet... Structured.

This man's world?

A harem masquerading as a household.

Before she could say a word, smack!

Qian Ruixin slapped her wrist with a sharp flick.

"Don't stare," she whispered coldly.

Qian Yaoyao blinked. "Ow—What? Why?!"

Qian Ruixin leaned closer, expression deadly serious.

"Don't ask any questions about him. And stay away from him. Understand?"

Qian Yaoyao stared at her sister, stunned.

"…Are you serious?"

Qian Ruixin didn't answer.

Her eyes briefly swept over Yaoyao's soft curves, youthful bloom, and naïve face.

Then she cursed under her breath.

She should've left this girl behind in Beijing.

Wang Xiao is too unscrupulous.

You couldn't predict what he'd do.

Worse, warning him about something only made him more interested. She couldn't even suggest leaving Yaoyao alone, because that might trigger exactly what she wanted to avoid.

Qian Yaoyao tilted her head, confused. "Sis, you're being paranoid…"

She peeked again toward the couch, where two stunning foreign-looking teenage girls were casually playing on their phones, unbothered, unthreatened, and undeniably his.

"…Also, don't you think Cousin is kinda handsome?"

She leaned in, whispering, "But like… too much... Even for him."

How did he do it?

Those two girls looked like imported porcelain dolls, the kind rich collectors would kill for. There was that icy woman who carried herself like a noble queen, and another, gentle and considerate, like the dream wife every man fantasized about.

And yet, these two were supposedly his girlfriends? She had to admit, he had quite the taste. But why did they seem more at home here than she did, a blood relative?

They acted like the place belonged to them.

Now he'd brought in two more stunning women, plus a child that clearly belonged to one of them, and didn't even pause to consider that they might all end up clawing each other's eyes out?

No greetings... No explanations.

Just…

Qian Yaoyao's brows twitched slightly.

"He's such a scumbag…" she muttered, she hated this exact kind, and wasn't he just her age?

Why didn't Aunt Zhilan scold him? Hell, if she ever brought a boyfriend home, her own mother would've murdered her.

"You—!"

Qian Ruixin's brows twitched furiously.

"I told you not to say anything about him!"

This time, the smack landed harder.

"..."

Qian Yaoyao's face darkened.

She glared at her sister's flushed, furious expression.

"Why are you acting like I insulted your husband or something...?"

Her lips pouted, slightly aggrieved, but with the same cheeky glint in her eyes. The slap stung, but not enough to leave a mark.

"..."

Qian Ruixin clenched her teeth.

She didn't reply.

Lately… she had been losing her temper more than usual.

Ever since she started hanging around Wang Xiao, something in her had started to shift, quietly, uncontrollably.

By the time she cooled off and turned to say something, Qian Yaoyao was already gone, trailing behind their mother, Xin Meifang.

Xin Meifang was a woman of sharp elegance and pride, someone who could silence a room just by walking in. Her posture was perfect, and the bold, proud arch of her chin reminded others she wasn't just a pretty vase.

Still, there was something oddly amusing about it, None of her daughters inherited her figure.

Just like Xinyue Zhilan's girls, they were all on the moderate side—slender and light.

But they were still young.

Wang Jiarong, already in her mid-twenties, had begun blossoming, her once-gentle figure maturing into something even more lethal than her mother's. It was only a matter of time before the younger girls followed the same path.

A beautiful bloodline could not be wasted.

But Qian Ruixin wasn't concerned about that right now.

She was more disturbed by her mother.

Xin Meifang had been acting… strange.

Not to others, no, she still played the doting matriarch. But toward her, the coldness was clear. Like standing before a smiling goddess with a dagger behind her back.

Once, her mother's strictness felt like guidance. Now it felt like indifference, as if she was being treated like someone else entirely.

Ever since the marriage arrangement, something had changed.

Sometimes, when they were alone, Ruixin felt as if she was standing before her natural nemesis...

She wanted to ask Wang Xiao.

But the man had disappeared again.

After leaving behind the mess of mother-daughter hair-pulling and the ominous silence of Chen Meili, Wang Xiao walked alone through the hazy outskirts of Tianjin Back.

The city here was quieter, industrial fog swirling under sodium lights, as if the sky itself was being digested.

And there, under a crooked lamp that flickered like a broken memory, a taxi waited.

Wang Xiao approached.

The driver stood outside, leaning casually against the side door, tapping a lollipop against his teeth. His figure was lanky, too lanky. His limbs bent at the wrong angles, like a dream drawn by a drunk child.

He wore a tattered trench coat stitched with clock faces, some ticking backward, some melting. Orange curls flowed beneath a top hat with a grinning moon badge.

When he saw Wang Xiao, he removed the hat with a little spin. Orange bangs fell like ink-streaks.

"Yo! Took your sweet time, bossman."

His eyes were mismatched, one violet, one glowing faint gold. Both shimmered with constellations.

"I've been waiting sooo long—ah?"

Wang Xiao didn't bother replying.

He walked to the trunk and flipped it open.

Inside were three bodies.

Two women—familiar.

And the third?

A shirtless man with golden bracelets, white curls, and a smirk frozen mid-dream.

Apollo.