The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 184 (Patreon)

Chapter 184

Chapter 184

"Ice Heart girl, what's your name? How come I don't know?" To be safe, the Red Dust Swordsman asked again.

"It's Fenglan. Boss, don't tease me. I don't want to be the other woman," the girl answered. "Alas, it seems I can't find love within the guild. I'll look for someone in the world."

The Red Dust Swordsman completely lost interest in the girl at this point, noticing Ling Chunann was online and immediately clicked to invite him to a team.

[Thousand Autumns Snow Cover] has declined your team invite.

Staring at the system's yellow text alert on the comprehensive page, the Red Dust Swordsman felt a surge of anger and clicked several more times, each attempt predictably declined by the same person.

[Thousand Autumns Snow Cover] has declined your team invite.

[Thousand Autumns Snow Cover] has declined your team invite.

"Host, the male lead is trying to invite you to a team," 098 reminded. "But he's been declined by the general."

"Mm," Ling Chunann replied with a smile, then looked at the message from the Red Dust Swordsman.

[Private Chat] [Red Dust Swordsman] whispered: Master, what are you doing?

[Private Chat] You whispered to [Red Dust Swordsman]: Little disciple, I've thought about it for a long time. Let's just be master and disciple.

[Private Chat] [Red Dust Swordsman] whispered: Is it because of that Thousand Autumns Snow Cover?

Ling Chunann glanced at Tian Ce, who was nonchalantly hopping around him, and replied to the Red Dust Swordsman.

[Private Chat] You whispered to [Red Dust Swordsman]: No.

[Private Chat] [Red Dust Swordsman] whispered: We can talk about anything. Why bother finding someone to annoy me? I was wrong before, but now I know my mistake. Why won't you believe me?

[Private Chat] You whispered to [Red Dust Swordsman]: It has nothing to do with the past.

[Private Chat] [Red Dust Swordsman] whispered: Thousand Autumns Snow Cover just replied to me, saying you are his destined one. Haha, you still say it has nothing to do with Thousand Autumns Snow Cover? Impressive, Master.

[Private Chat] You whispered to [Red Dust Swordsman]: What relationship can I have with him?

[Private Chat] [Red Dust Swordsman] whispered: Haha.

[Red Dust Swordsman] has added you to the hit list.

[Red Dust Swordsman] has removed you from the guild [Divine Sword Pavilion].

"Still so hot-tempered," Ling Chunann shook his head and smiled, promptly adding the Red Dust Swordsman to his hit list as well. A glance confirmed that Thousand Autumns Snow Cover had also been removed from the guild, seemingly kicked out as well.

Seeing the male lead and their host falling out, 098's first reaction was: It's over, the male lead's favorability must have hit zero.

Male lead favorability is a must-complete mission. If it's not maxed out, the mission will fail. This task shouldn't become a stumbling block on the host's path, right?

As 098 predicted, the moment they were added to the hit list, the male lead's favorability indeed dropped. However, it wasn't as bad as imagined, still leaving 10%, essentially resetting to square one.

Hearing 098's report, Ling Chunann merely nodded noncommittally.

"Host, what should we do now?" 098 asked again.

"What do you mean, 'what should we do'?" Ling Chunann blinked and asked.

Seeing Ling Chunann's innocent look, 098 choked up, then obediently fell silent, deciding it's best not to meddle too much.

At this moment, a message from Ya Dao came.

[Private Chat] [Thousand Autums Snow Cover] whispered: Ah, that escalated quickly.

[Private Chat] [Thousand Autums Snow Cover] whispered: The Red Dust Swordsman invited me to his group, and I declined a few times. I didn't expect him to kick me out of the guild and add me to the hit list [Joy][Joy]

[Private Chat] [Thousand Autums Snow Cover] whispered: Wow! He's declared war on me! This is so thrilling!

Ya Dao did not mention his conversation with the Red Dust Swordsman, and Ling Chunann did not ask, appearing greatly affected and promptly logged off the game.

Watching Ling Chunann suddenly log off, Ya Dao deleted the comforting words he had just typed, picked up his gun, and attacked the Red Dust Swordsman who was running towards him.

"Host, Ya Dao and the male lead are fighting," 098 said excitedly, implying the host's and the faction goddess's distance was

now closing.

"Mm," Ling Chunann turned off the computer and stood up, stretching lazily as he walked outside.

"Host, aren't you playing the game anymore?" 098 asked, as it was a critical moment.

"Let's wait until they really start fighting before playing again," Ling Chunann said with a smile.

"Host, the female lead has sent you a message," 098 mentioned. "She said she has something important tomorrow and might not have time to chat online."

"Alright, reply to her wishing her fun," Ling Chunann said.

Recently, An Ningning had returned home for the winter break and didn't have much time to play games. The little time she had was spent flirting with Ling Chunann. After a few days of initial shyness, An Ningning became much more talkative.

Girls like An Ningning indeed have a certain appeal to ordinary boys. Cute, versatile in personality, clingy in just the right way, and especially good at acting coquettishly, any normal man would be attracted to her.

Unfortunately, Ling Chunann is not a normal person.

At this moment, Ling Chunann had just reached the door when the phone, usually placed by his bed, suddenly rang. Ling Chunann was surprised since, after coming to this world, the phone had never been used by anyone other than Shu Siyan and Yu Zhihang. Yu Zhihang was currently home for the New Year and definitely wouldn't contact him, while Shu Siyan was in the next room.

Thinking this, Ling Chunann went back to pick up the phone, which displayed "Feng Cheng".

"Host, Feng Cheng is Feng Lan's older brother, six years his senior, and has already taken over the Feng family's enterprise."

As 098 provided the information, Ling Chunann recalled Feng Lan's previous interactions with his family and then answered the phone.

After connecting, neither side spoke for a while. Then Ling Chunann broke the silence, "Big brother."

"Mm," the voice on the other end was cold, "Come home for lunch tomorrow."

Looking at the disconnected call, Ling Chunann couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, noting that the relationship between the brothers seemed worse than he had imagined.

"Baby?" Shu Siyan looked up, surprised to see Ling Chunann in his study, "Why are you out in your pajamas?" he said, wrapping Ling Chunann in a blanket and turning on the study's heater, "Just call me if you need anything. What if you catch a cold?"

Ling Chunann snuggled into the man's embrace, "I need to go home tomorrow. My brother wants me home for the New Year."

"Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow," Shu Siyan placed Ling Chunann's cold hands in his own.

"No need, I can go by myself. I'll be back in the afternoon," Ling Chunann declined Shu Siyan's offer to accompany him.

Shu Siyan, naturally unwilling to let his treasure go home alone, eventually compromised, on the condition that he would pick Ling Chunann up the next afternoon.

Ling Chunann understood Shu Siyan's insistence; it was because he worried about him being bullied at the Feng family. Feng Lan was never well-liked at home, which is why he moved out as soon as he became an adult, forfeiting his inheritance rights.

Property matters little to Ling Chunann; as long as he has enough money, he's content. However, an important plot point was set to unfold at the Feng family, and he was curious to witness it.

The Feng family has a tradition of celebrating the New Year a day early, inviting many relatives for a gathering at noon. When Ling Chunann was escorted in by the butler, the dining room was already filled with guests, chatting and laughing warmly.

"Young master, the master and the eldest young master are over there. Please, this way," the butler directed Ling Chunann.

"Thank you, Butler," Ling Chunann nodded, then looked in the direction the butler had indicated. However, he wasn't looking at the main table where the Feng family sat but rather at a young man and woman blushing at an adjacent table.

"Host, it's the male and female leads," 098, taken aback by the romantic atmosphere between them, calmed down. This was unexpected; the male and female leads hadn't met before, so how did they hit it off so quickly?

"Young people, always so fiery," Ling Chunann joked, then walked towards the place reserved for him at the main table.

The Feng family was engrossed in a discussion, with the focus on the family head. Naturally, no one paid attention to Ling Chunann, the unpopular and inheritance-less transparent person.

Ling Chunann was pleased with the peace; he was directly across from the male and female leads and could see their interactions by simply looking up. They were already deep

in conversation.

098 relayed their conversation to Ling Chunann, "Host, they've moved on to common interests. The male lead mentioned he plays online games, and the female lead is asking for his game ID."

Just then, realizing the tables were full, the Feng family head stood to announce the start of the luncheon.

As soon as the Feng family head spoke, everyone's attention shifted to him. An Ningning immediately spotted Ling Chunann across from her, her eyes lighting up. She was about to wave at him when she suddenly remembered the occasion and hastily settled down, giving him a big smile.

Ling Chunann smiled back.

An Ningning, feeling a jolt, lowered her head and touched her now burning face, instantly forgetting about asking the boy next to her for his game ID.

"Do you know that girl from the An family?"

At that moment, a voice spoke near Ling Chunann's ear, belonging to Feng Cheng, the eldest Feng son, who had inherited the family head's looks but wore a consistently cold expression. Ling Chunann glanced at him and replied, "Classmate."

Feng Cheng hummed noncommittally, not saying anything further.

"Xiaolan, what do you think of that An Ningning?" Suddenly, a woman in her thirties with a still-vibrant charm spoke up. If not for the undisguised disdain in her eyes, she might have seemed rather friendly.

"Why do you ask, Second Aunt?" Ling Chunann feigned ignorance.

"You're not getting any younger. The An family is quite decent in Qingcheng, and Ningning has been like a daughter to me. She's the same age as you, has a good temperament, and even attends the same university. I specifically invited her to today's New Year's Eve dinner so you two could meet. Since you already know each other, if you think it's suitable, we could consider settling it."

The woman's voice was neither loud nor soft but just enough for those at the main table to hear. Now, all eyes were on Ling Chunann.

Had this been the original story, where the male lead, Feng Lan, was madly in love, he would have outright rejected the suggestion.

Indeed, in the original story, not only did Feng Lan reject the idea, but he also left the lunch in a huff and later made a foolish move by drugging the male lead in an attempt to turn cooked rice into raw rice, inadvertently bringing the male and female leads together.

In comparison, Ling Chunann was much calmer, simply stating, "I like men."

"Pfft..."

Feng Cheng, who had just taken a sip of water and hadn't yet swallowed, instantly sprayed it out.

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