Rebirth: The Villainous Young Master in a Novel

Chapter 13: You’re Just a Hypocritical Do-Gooder

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Almost without even checking his appearance, Song Shicheng recognized the young man before him as Ye Tian, the original protagonist of the novel he had created!

It seems fate has brought us face to face after all.

“That little brat! How is he already out?!”
Ji Jing was furious the moment she saw Ye Tian, her face red with anger.

Ye Wensheng hesitated for a moment, then whispered, “I heard the police have temporarily closed the case. He must be out on bail now.”

Shen Guotao felt the need to add something as well: “I’ve already had him fired. He’s probably here to collect his things from the hospital.”

They were clearly trying to distance themselves from him.

“It must be the Ma family’s doing. I don’t understand why they would go to such lengths to protect a poor kid like him!” Ji Jing, now resembling a protective tigress, continued angrily, “I won’t let this kid off the hook. He’ll pay dearly for hurting Ah Cheng!”

Listening to this, Song Shicheng felt a strange sense of unease.

It seemed he still wasn’t fully accustomed to his new role as the antagonist.

As the protagonist of a novel, the author often pours the most emotion into the character, showering them with all sorts of benefits and opportunities to help them rise to the top, allowing them to show off, humiliate others, and crush their enemies.

Ye Tian was no exception. Otherwise, as a mere commoner, he would never have been able to encounter so much good fortune and meet so many influential people in such a short time.

Take this case, for example. If not for Song Shicheng’s rebirth, the story would likely have gone like this: the Song family, seeking revenge, would bribe other suspects in the detention center to harm Ye Tian. Then, Ye Tian would miraculously escape, and the incident would reach the ears of a high-ranking official who owed Ye Tian a favor for curing his illness, leading to a clichéd plot of “rising from the ashes and turning the tables.”

But now, Song Shicheng’s decision to “let the law handle it” had completely overturned the original script.

Although the high-ranking official and the Ma family wanted to protect Ye Tian, in this harmonious world where justice prevails and the government is clean, it was unlikely that the truth would be twisted or laws broken.

Therefore, as long as the Song family didn’t do anything illegal or unethical, Ye Tian was now at a clear disadvantage. Even though he hadn’t suffered much in the detention center, he still couldn’t escape legal consequences!

With both sides sticking to their stories and the case being unclear, the police had handed over the evidence to the prosecutor’s office, preparing to move forward with legal proceedings. Before that, Ye Tian had been bailed out by Ma Jinbiao and other influential figures.

But no matter what opportunities Ye Tian might encounter next, Song Shicheng was now firmly on the opposite side. Conflict was inevitable, and if Song Shicheng showed even the slightest bit of mercy, his fate would be far worse than it was now!

Thus, driven by rationality, Song Shicheng quickly adjusted his mindset.

Since fate had cast him as the villain and given him a system cheat, if he didn’t strive to become the new protagonist, he might as well be erased from existence.

He had created Ye Tian, and he could destroy him too!

“Mom, there’s no need to get so worked up. Once the judge sentences him to a few years in prison, let’s see how long he can keep acting so arrogantly.”

Song Shicheng tried to calm her down, thinking that throwing Ye Tian in jail might not be a bad idea.

But just then, Ye Tian suddenly walked over and shouted angrily, “Song Shicheng, stop right there!”

What? Does he still want to hit me?

Song Shicheng turned to look but wasn’t the least bit worried.

He had been cautious not to provoke Ye Tian, and Ye Tian wouldn’t dare to start a fight at this critical juncture.

The prosecutor’s office was closely watching both of them, and anyone who caused trouble before the trial would undoubtedly influence the judge’s final decision.

However, the others weren’t as calm. Ji Jing tightly held onto her son’s arm, while Ye Wensheng stepped forward and said sternly, “Xiao Tian, do you really intend to harm Young Master Song right in front of me?”

“Uncle, you’ve been kind to me, and I’ve always admired your character. But why are you so stubborn and willing to help a tyrant?” Ye Tian retorted angrily.

“These matters are none of your concern. The Song family has treated me with great kindness, and I serve them with a clear conscience,” Ye Wensheng replied firmly. “But you, Xiao Tian, if you still remember my kindness, why do you keep opposing the Song family? You’re putting me in a difficult position!”

“Uncle, why can’t you see the truth? The Song family has done countless evil deeds. Aligning with them will only bring you bad karma!” Ye Tian said, growing more agitated.

Just as Ye Wensheng was about to argue further, Song Shicheng pulled him back.

“Ah Cheng, don’t be impulsive!” Ji Jing exclaimed.

“It’s fine, Mom. I’ll just have a few words with him.”

Song Shicheng walked forward calmly and smiled at Ye Tian. “I wasn’t planning to waste time talking to you before the trial, but since you’ve accused Uncle Ye of such serious things, I feel the need to set the record straight.”

“Want to fight again?” Ye Tian raised his head, his face full of defiance.

“Resorting to violence at the slightest provocation—is this what you call righteous behavior?” Song Shicheng sneered.

Ye Tian was momentarily speechless, a look of doubt flashing in his eyes.

He felt that Song Shicheng was acting unusually today.

When they first met, he had expected Song Shicheng to fly into a rage and start a confrontation. Instead, Song Shicheng had simply turned away, leaving Ye Tian disoriented.

This wasn’t the behavior of the reckless Young Master Song he knew.

It was Ye Tian who had lost his composure and initiated the confrontation. But Song Shicheng’s calm demeanor once again took him by surprise.

Seizing the moment, Song Shicheng continued, “Let me ask you this: does anyone who disagrees with you or isn’t on your side automatically become a villain?”

“You’re the one making baseless accusations! When did I ever say that?” Ye Tian retorted angrily. “But you, Song Shicheng, are definitely a villain. You and your family have done more than enough evil!”

“That’s right. My family and I have made some mistakes,” Song Shicheng admitted frankly. “But what about the good deeds we’ve done? Why don’t you mention those? Our family pays billions in taxes every year. The government uses that money to build hospitals, schools, infrastructure, and to help the poor. These are all tremendous acts of kindness. Not to mention the charity work we do every year, the jobs we provide, and the government projects we support. I won’t even bother listing them all. Even if my family isn’t full of saints, we’ve still done a lot of practical good for the people.”

“And you? How much tax have you paid to society? Probably not even enough to cover the cost of this outfit I’m wearing, right? Oh, I heard you’ve been making a lot of money lately by treating high-ranking officials. But as far as I know, the first thing you did with that money was buy a house and a car. Tsk tsk, Comrade Ye Tian, why didn’t you show some of that kindness and donate the money to the poor?”

“You…” Ye Tian’s face turned as red as a monkey’s bottom.

“Me what? I’ve seen plenty of hypocrites like you. You act all righteous and moral, always standing on your high horse to judge others and pat yourself on the back. But you’re full of flaws yourself, yet you expect everyone else to be saints. The moment you find a small fault in someone, you start swinging your moral baton. In the end, you’re just a hypocritical do-gooder!” Song Shicheng didn’t give him a chance to respond, firing off his words like a machine gun.

His speech was sharp and cutting, leaving Ye Tian red-faced and speechless. Even Ji Jing, Ye Wensheng, and the usually stoic Shen Guotao were stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief.

When did the Song family’s good-for-nothing young master become so calm, wise, and sharp? It was as if he had become a completely different person. Could it be that the fall had knocked some sense into him?