The Abusive Novel System Pleads with Me to Resign-Chapter 70

Yu Ting recoiled dramatically. "Damn, you’re terrifying."

He shot Shen Ying a look. "He’s holding a scalpel. Are we safe here?"

Even Shen Ying, who’d fooled this idiot before, nearly blurted, "You’re unbelievable."

Had it really been so short a time since they last met? His evolution was impressive—no wonder he was an award-winning actor.

But Jiang Liuxu wasn’t one to back down. His anger faded into calm as he said to Yu Ting, "Fine, stay if you insist."

"There’s something in the drawer behind you. Take it out."

Suspicious, Yu Ting turned and opened the drawer—only to find a video camera inside.

Jiang Liuxu smirked. "Since you’re determined to join, you can film us. As a professional, you should have decent cinematography skills."

He pulled Shen Ying close. "You don’t mind, do you?"

Shen Ying thought, Is this too wild even for me? But she played along. "Isn’t this awkward?"

"...As long as I get a copy, no objections."

A sharp crack echoed behind them.

Yu Ting had smashed the camera. He stormed over, grabbing Jiang Liuxu’s collar—then froze.

Through the loosened fabric, a flash of red caught his eye.

Before he could process it, Jiang Liuxu shoved him away, straightening his collar with a mocking smile. "What’s that look for? Never seen something like this before?"

"Her ‘acting lessons’ must’ve been half-assed for you."

Yu Ting snapped back to reality, glaring at Shen Ying. "So this is how he lured you from the other room?"

Shen Ying waved her hands. "No! I came because I felt guilty seeing my sister’s lonely figure. The photo Jiang sent was just a coincidence."

Yu Ting scoffed. "Bullshit. ‘Worried about your sister’? She’s alone in her hospital room right now."

"Otherwise, why would I be here waiting for you two?"

Shen Ying sighed. "Her bedside isn’t the place, either. She’s hospitalized because of us."

Yu Ting sneered. "So nothing in this world matters to you two, huh?"

He nodded slowly. "Fine. You wanna play dirty?"

Without hesitation, he flopped onto a dental chair (conveniently left nearby by some "clumsy" staff) and tossed Shen Ying a rubber tourniquet tube—

"Tie me up. Anywhere but the arms."

Next came a needleless syringe, then forceps, clamps, a stethoscope, and an array of other... unconventional tools.

Yu Ting gritted his teeth at Jiang Liuxu. "Think you’re the only one who can do this?"

Jiang Liuxu laughed, his calm veneer cracking as he muttered to Shen Ying, "How much to forget this idiot’s death if I kill him?"

Shen Ying tutted. "Why the anger? Your health matters more."

"Come here. Let me cut you free."

Jiang Liuxu narrowed his eyes. "So you can trick him into joining?"

Shen Ying gasped. "Never! The rules wouldn’t allow it. I just hate seeing your skin marked."

It was clear: Yu Ting had shed all shame, and Shen Ying had zero restraint.

Hope was lost. Jiang Liuxu finally relented. "It’s late. Get some rest."

With a final glare at Yu Ting—who, to his credit, took the hint and followed—he left.

Mission accomplished (ruin their fun or drag them down together), Yu Ting exhaled in relief.

Shen Ying watched them go, biting her lip. She smacked her own hand.

Why can’t I stop being greedy? Like in mahjong, she’d passed up small wins for bigger stakes—only to lose it all.

With her "ducks" flown, she resigned herself to sleep.

Admittedly, Jiang Liuxu’s lounge was luxuriously comfortable—the bed, the ambiance... if only every detail didn’t scream his presence.

The next morning, Shen Ying woke in high spirits. At least in her dreams, neither man had left.

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Shen Ying raised her hands. "Not my fault I’m not by her side. She kicked me out."

Pei Ying arched a brow. "So she lost the fight?"

Shen Ying grinned. "Why do you sound disappointed?"

Pei Ying’s expression darkened. He looked away, as if holding back, but finally said, "She’s strong. She’d face any danger head-on—even life-threatening ones."

His words sounded like an explanation... or a reminder.

But since Yu Shishi returned to the Yu family with him, the resilience he’d fallen for had vanished.

Or maybe it was just buried under comfort. That’s what he’d told himself—until now.

The longer he watched, the less he saw of the woman who’d once inspired him.

Pei Ying took a deep breath. "The money’s transferred. I’ll send Shishi home later."

"You go ahead."

Shen Ying nodded. "Generous as ever, Pei zǒng."

Without a backward glance, she walked out.

Pei Ying stared after her until she disappeared down the hall, then entered Yu Shishi’s room.

But her condition hadn’t improved overnight.

She looked like she hadn’t slept at all...

Her eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, her entire appearance exuding exhaustion and disarray.

Pei Ying was startled. "Shishi?"

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Yu Shishi seemed momentarily dazed upon hearing his voice before snapping back to reality. "Hmm?"

When she saw it was Pei Ying, a flicker of guilt and fear flashed in her eyes, but in the next instant, as if donning the psychological armor she had built over the years, she regained her usual composure.

"You came, A-Ying? You really didn’t need to pick me up. I can get home on my own. You’re busy with work, after all."

Pei Ying smiled. "Let’s just go home first."

At the moment, Professor Yu and his wife were away on a business trip and wouldn’t return for a few more days.

So, the house was empty except for Yu Shishi.

From upstairs, she watched Pei Ying’s car drive away, her expression turning icy.

She couldn’t just sit and wait for disaster. Who knew what tricks her sister had up her sleeve?

She had stolen her sister’s life—there was no way her sister would let her off the hook.

Yu Shishi decided to strike first. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

No one answered at first. She tried several times before the call finally connected.

"Hello!"

Yu Shishi spoke. "Uncle, it’s—"

"Uncle my ass! No money! I’m so broke I’m gnawing on walls, and now some scammer’s calling? Piss off!"

The line went dead with a sharp click, leaving Yu Shishi seething with frustration.

If things hadn’t come to this, she wouldn’t have dreamed of contacting that disgusting lowlife.

In their past life, after she and her sister were adopted by the Yu family, their circumstances had been smooth sailing—except for the one major upheaval when this man came knocking.

He was their biological uncle, but given that he had abandoned his own sister’s children to grow up in an orphanage, it was obvious what kind of trash he was.

Not only had he lacked the intention or ability to raise them, but he hadn’t even been fit to do so.

The man was a complete degenerate—addicted to drinking, gambling, whoring, drugs, and every vice under the sun, with a rap sheet longer than his shadow.

At this point, he didn’t even know the sisters existed, having long forgotten them entirely.

But one day, after stumbling upon the sisters—who bore an uncanny resemblance to their mother—his memory was jogged. After some private digging, he confirmed that these two polished, well-off young ladies were actually his own nieces.

The man was ecstatic and showed up at their doorstep, pretending to be pitiful to claim kinship.

At first, her sister had been moved. But what followed was a living nightmare of entanglement with this scumbag.

The endless stalking, harassment, emotional blackmail, extortion—even luring them into dangerous situations where they nearly lost their lives—made Yu Shishi tremble with rage just thinking about it.

But now, this very same weapon was perfect for keeping her sister in check.

She was certain that this waste of oxygen wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation once he learned he had a niece sitting on hundreds of millions in liquid assets.

With that thought, Yu Shishi swallowed her disgust and dialed the number again.