You’re Supposed To Be The Villain, But You Effortlessly Win Over The Female Leads?

Chapter 37:

He Minglang’s face flushed from the strain of coughing as he glared at Jiang Feng, his eyes filled with hatred. He wanted nothing more than to make him disappear.

“You’re quite impressive, even managing to get the recording of Uncle Jiang talking to the lawyer.” He Minglang muttered, lowering his gaze, his eyes clouded with anger and despair.

“There were countless ways for you to get out of this situation, not just by forcing Uncle Jiang to sell his house or pushing me to donate bone marrow.” Jiang Feng said calmly.

“Oh, easy for you to say, because you’re not the one who’s sick!” He Minglang snarled, his usual gentle demeanor replaced by something sharp and menacing. “Stop preaching from your high horse! How could you possibly understand what it feels like to have leukemia when you’re perfectly healthy?”

Jiang Feng stayed silent, listening intently.

“I have to take a pile of medications every day, and they’re not cheap. I don’t have parents, and I’m nearly an adult, so the orphanage doesn’t care much about me anymore. If I don’t ask Uncle Jiang to sell his house to save me, should I just wait to die?” He sneered bitterly. “What do you know? You have parents, you don’t have to worry about food or money. Even if I’m smart and have good grades, no one cares.”

“Have you asked your sister to get tested for a match?” Jiang Feng interjected. “You’re twins, so your compatibility should be high. Did you ever consider asking her?”

“Mingxue? She’s not in good health,” He Minglang replied quickly.

“She’s not well, but I’m supposed to be?” Jiang Feng smiled faintly. “You’re getting blamed for your own actions. With your looks and achievements, you could have raised funds online. There are so many ways to make money now—even a sad live stream would be better than clinging to Jiang Jiandang and bleeding him dry.”

He Minglang fell silent, his mind swirling with Jiang Feng’s words.

“It’s not that you don’t know these options exist. You just don’t want to try. You’d rather rely on others than change your fate with your own hands. But depending on others is like leaning on a crumbling wall—one day, it’ll fall. You don’t grasp this simple truth, yet you blame everyone else.”

Jiang Feng’s words hit He Minglang like a bolt of lightning.

Could it really be as simple as that?

But the more he thought about it, the more he realized Jiang Feng might be right.

“You’re clever, but it’s too late now. I don’t have much time left; I can feel my body giving out,” He Minglang began, but Jiang Feng cut him off before he could finish.

“You don’t want me to take care of your sister, do you? Do you honestly think I’d do that? Do I look like a saint to you?” Jiang Feng scoffed.

He Minglang said nothing, staring down at his hands.

Jiang Feng watched him, unwilling to continue the conversation. He had fulfilled the original owner’s wishes, and that was enough for him. The most severe punishment wasn’t letting someone die immediately; it was making them watch as you lived a brilliant, successful life—better than theirs ever could be. That, Jiang Feng thought, was far more satisfying than revenge.

Before leaving the ward, Jiang Feng paused and turned to He Minglang. “You won’t die from this illness in three or five years. Save your money and have your sister donate some bone marrow. It’ll be more effective than anything else.”

…

One of the original owner’s wishes was for Jiang Feng to take good care of his mother, so he stayed in this world much longer.

During the college entrance exams, Jiang Feng was admitted to Jinghua University, earning the top score in the nation and winning a scholarship. The year he became the top scholar, a news report highlighted his achievements, and everyone immediately connected him to that infamous reality show from years ago.

The show, once thought forgotten, was dug up again because of its explosive nature. For three years, it had been a hot topic. Jiang Jiandang was repeatedly dragged through the mud as a result.

These days, Jiang Jiandang, after three years of isolation, was a shadow of his former self. When he was dismissed from his teaching position, he had to live on 4,000 yuan per month. Despite being thrifty, he constantly struggled to make ends meet. Frugality had never been part of his vocabulary.

Song Lin could make 4,000 yuan last over half a year, but Jiang Jiandang’s spending habits were extravagant. For him, that money barely lasted a month and a half before running out.

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