Chapter 83
As for Xuan Yuan Qingya’s identity and upbringing, no one had ever dared be impolite to her.
Not to mention snapping at her—she had barely encountered anyone who even spoke to her in a loud voice, or who didn’t address her with the proper honorifics.
This was part of the reason behind the prideful nature she carried.
Yet just now, when Lin Tian spoke to her in that unyielding, oppressive tone, with a questioning, scrutinizing look that even hinted at impatience, Xuan Yuan Qingya felt her heart inexplicably quicken…
She bit lightly at her lip, her clear, glistening eyes blinking as she involuntarily murmured:
“Lin Tian, you… what did you just say?”
Having already been tormented enough by Shang Chan, Zhao Mengmeng, and Bai Bing’er, Lin Tian was truly unwilling to get further entangled with Xuan Yuan Qingya.
So when he heard her words, his brow arched slightly.
“Miss Xuan Yuan, I said… why do you insist on paying so much attention to someone as insignificant as me? I believe I’ve made myself quite clear, haven’t I?”
Lin Tian’s tone grew even more impatient, laced with a faint chill.
Matched with that detached, indifferent expression, it was harsher than before, leaving no room for ambiguity.
Xuan Yuan Qingya instantly felt her heartbeat quicken again…
Thump—
Thump, thump—
Thump, thump, thump—
Even she didn’t understand what was happening to her. Instinctively, she wanted Lin Tian to keep speaking to her in that tone… no, even harsher if possible!
Her teeth pressed lightly against her lower lip, utterly unaware that a faint blush was already creeping across her neck and cheeks.
“I… I feel like it! Can you really control whether or not I choose to pay attention to you?”
Xuan Yuan Qingya spoke softly, yet deliberately assumed an air of arrogance—an aloof, willful expression that did not reflect her true thoughts. She only wanted to provoke Lin Tian further with that tone and posture…
Sure enough, the moment her words reached him, the indifference in Lin Tian’s eyes snapped. He could no longer hold it back!
In his view, even if he was just a minor villain in this world, at the end of the day—he was still a transmigrator!
Ever since arriving here, Lin Tian had cherished his life above all else, forcing himself to hide from Jiang Yifeng, to avoid unnecessary entanglements with these female leads.
And after his repeated encounters with Shang Chan, Zhao Mengmeng, and the others, he had gradually come to accept the reality of this world…
But at the core—!
Deep down, Lin Tian could never truly blend into the framework of this world.
That was why, in the beginning, calling Shang Chan “President” felt so unnatural to him, while addressing her by name instead came far more easily.
In a sense, Lin Tian’s subconscious had always placed himself in a “higher-dimensional” position, looking down at the world rather than fully belonging to it.
In his eyes, the people before him—flesh and blood though they might appear—were, at the end of the day, nothing more than “fictional characters” shaped by the original author of that shallow novel.
If Lin Tian were to live in this world for ten or twenty years, perhaps even decades, maybe his perception would gradually shift.
But for now…
Deep within, he still believed these people were nothing more than figures from a story.
Even if he had crossed over as a minor villain, even if circumstances forced him to cower and lay low—how could he truly have no temper at all?
Carrying such thoughts and emotions, Lin Tian’s gaze grew distant and indifferent. His expression was unreadable as he stared at Xuan Yuan Qingya.
Then, a cold laugh escaped his lips.
In an icy, detached voice—laced with faint anger and an overwhelming pressure—he spoke heavily:
“Miss Xuan Yuan, whether you’re willing or not is your business. But I
am not willing! Do you understand? Play however you like, but do not drag me into it!!”“I really can’t control whether you choose to watch me or not. But if you must, then watch quietly. Don’t do ridiculous things, and don’t say ridiculous words!”
“I don’t want any involvement with you people from these so-called powerful families. I hope you’ll respect that. Don’t force me to truly hate you—understand?”
As Lin Tian spoke, he could no longer suppress the anger surging inside. Step by step, he moved forward, and by the time his last words fell, he was already standing barely a meter in front of Xuan Yuan Qingya.
Not long ago, Bai Bing’er had been in that very same position—though then, Lin Tian had been sitting on the bed while she stood before him.
His sudden outburst wasn’t just because of Xuan Yuan Qingya. It was the weight of all the messes piling up together that had finally pushed him over the edge!
First of all—From the moment he transmigrated, Lin Tian had decided he would lie low to survive. That was why he chose to resign. And what happened after that?
Being rejected by Shang Chan was one thing—but that woman didn’t stop there. She even barged straight into his home, crying and making a scene, leaving Lin Tian utterly drained…
The very next day, she “forced” him to go back with her to the Zhao family estate, and at that time, Lin Tian truly had no way to refuse.
Once at the Zhao household, a mess of chaotic events unfolded one after another. From beginning to end, Lin Tian had only ever wanted to be a bystander, yet Shang Chan never once gave him that chance.
Whether it was the second floor of Chan Xuan Pavilion, the underground chamber, the back door of the banquet hall, or even in the car on the way down the mountain…
On the surface, it looked like Shang Chan, that stunning beauty, was the one actively getting close to him, sticking to him, offering the kind of intimacy most men would dream of—something that should have felt like fortune and pleasure.
But…
Who could possibly understand the crushing pressure he bore beneath it all?
If Jiang Yifeng were ever to find out that Shang Chan was entangled with him, Lin Tian might very well lose his life in the blink of an eye.
Under that suffocating pressure, Lin Tian had no choice but to restrain himself while racking his brains for ways to keep his distance from Shang Chan.
And just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse—he got entangled with Zhao Mengmeng…
That girl seemed to have found his weak spot, bursting into tears at the drop of a hat.
She was like a born enchantress. To this day, Lin Tian still couldn’t figure out why, that night, he had inexplicably agreed to her request and gone down the mountain to accompany her to that Sashimi banquet.
You could call it a moment of weakness, or simply that he wasn’t firm enough at the time.
But no matter what, every time he recalled the things that had happened between him and those two women, the weight on his chest felt unbearable.
Later, he thought about dealing with his “villain’s halo.”
And while it seemed like there was some progress on that front, he ended up being “coerced” by Zhao Mengmeng into attending that deadly auction—the one that, even now, still made Lin Tian feel like he’d brushed past the edge of a cliff where a single misstep meant certain death…
……
An ordinary person might think—what’s the big deal, it’s just an auction.
But only Lin Tian knew the terrifying truth: there were seven female leads present that night… and Jiang Yifeng as well!
Who the hell could guarantee that a place overflowing with the Son of Destiny and seven heroines wouldn’t suddenly get blown up by a missile or something equally absurd?
At that auction, Lin Tian didn’t dare to so much as twitch—he played dead on the spot.
And even so, Shang Chan, Zhao Mengmeng, and Bai Bing’er still went completely insane around him…
If not for the fact that Jiang Yifeng’s attention was drawn away by the auction items at that crucial moment—and that Lin Tian himself was too insignificant to be noticed—he might have already been exposed.
And once the Son of Destiny locked onto him? With Lin Tian’s current strength, how the hell was he supposed to fight back? Swing a hammer at fate?
In truth, from beginning to end, Lin Tian had been completely dragged along by these female leads, forced to walk a tightrope at every turn.
In just a handful of days, the weight of that suffocating pressure had already piled up to the point of near collapse!
Perhaps to outsiders, it might seem like Lin Tian was living every man’s dream—being entangled with several stunning women at once, practically enjoying the blessings of a harem.
But only he knew… this so-called “fortune” was nothing but a ticking time bomb.
This wasn’t about romance—it was about his life hanging by a thread!
Now, just as those three women had finally quieted down a little, Xuan Yuan Qingya was starting to show dangerous signs of “acting up” as well!
At that instant, Lin Tian could no longer contain it—he snapped.
He didn’t curse at her, nor did he raise a hand. No matter how much pressure he was under, as a man, he held to the principle of never striking a woman.
But his cold tone, his chilling attitude, and the sheer weight of the pressure in his eyes and bearing—those he could not restrain.
…
When the last word fell from his lips, Lin Tian felt an immense relief wash over him.
All the pressure that had been piling up these past few days was poured into that outburst, and for the first time in a long while, he felt almost as if his entire being had been cleansed—elevated to another level.
It was just like in an e-sports tournament—stumbling all the way through, full of mistakes, never favored to win… yet in the end, breaking and remaking himself, finally rising as the ultimate champion!
That surge of release filled Lin Tian with the urge to throw back his head and roar at the sky.
But when his gaze fell on Xuan Yuan Qingya—he froze.
Her eyes shimmered with moisture, her cheeks were flushed a deep red, and her teeth gently bit down on her lower lip. She looked as if she was on the verge of tears, fragile and trembling.