Chapter 263: The Sister-Slave Type Female Lead?
After leaving the Poison Sect’s stronghold, Wang Haoran reached out to Yang Jingwan to arrange a meeting. But just as he was about to head out, a call from Xu Muyan made him change his mind — he decided to meet Yang Jingwan a bit later.
From what Xu Muyan described, Song Zhenyu seemed like a typical “sister-slave” type female lead.
These so-called sister-slave types usually came in two forms. The first were the proactive ones — women who firmly believed that helping their younger brothers and family was a moral obligation, something completely justified.
To put it bluntly, they were just brain-dead. Wang Haoran had come across this type in NovelFires before — the kind that made him rage-quit instantly, tossing the novel aside while cursing the author as a brainless hack.
The second type, though, was more passive. These girls were kind and valued their families deeply, but were emotionally blackmailed. So when faced with unreasonable demands from family — especially a spoiled younger brother — they’d rather swallow the bitterness and endure silently than fight back.
From his time spent with Song Zhenyu, Wang Haoran could tell she was the latter. Kind, yes. But not stupid. She even went as far as changing her phone number recently, likely to avoid constant pestering from her family. That alone said a lot. She was the passive kind of sister-slave — the type that could still be saved.
“They said they’re eating at Shengting Hotel, right? I’ll swing by later and make sure Miss Song doesn’t get bullied,” Wang Haoran replied to Xu Muyan.
“Yeah, her mom and that little brother of hers are straight-up awful. When you go teach them a lesson, count me in,” Xu Muyan huffed.
“Got it,” Wang Haoran nodded calmly.
After venting her frustration about Song Zhenyu’s unreasonable family, Xu Muyan finally seemed to calm down. Then, her voice turned unexpectedly soft and sweet. “Hey… are you free later tonight?” “Uh… I’m kinda tired today. Want to rest properly.” Since he already had plans with Yang Jingwan, Wang Haoran could only dodge subtly to avoid awkward overlaps.
“Oh… okay then,” Xu Muyan’s voice dipped for a second, disappointment flickering through, but she quickly cheered herself up. “I’ll just go back to my dorm and play some games.”
“You’ve mentioned games a few times. What do you play?” Wang Haoran asked curiously.
“Honor of Kings, of course! I’m a beast — 50 stars in Mythic rank! I even stream on Douyin and have over two million followers,” she said proudly.
“Seriously? That’s amazing!” Wang Haoran was genuinely surprised.
“Heh, told you. Wanna play together sometime? I’ll be your support and protect you,” she offered sweetly.
“Uh… I’ve never played before. I’m probably a noob. Let me practice a bit on my own first,” Wang Haoran tactfully declined.
Games? What a joke.
He was already busy enough dealing with the protagonist and juggling multiple female leads. Where would he even find the time to game? And even if he did, there were far better things to do than tapping on a screen. Much more… pleasurable things.
Xu Muyan took his words seriously and said, “Alright then. Let me know when you’re ready.”
“Send me your ID later. I’ll drop by your stream when I can — toss you a few gifts, boost your popularity,” he replied casually.
“Aww, thanks, Boss!” she teased.
After wrapping up the call, Wang Haoran contacted Yang Jingwan to let her know he’d be coming over later. She hadn’t seen him in a while and missed him dearly, so she offered to head over to Qingling University instead to save him the trip.
Naturally, he agreed.
Yang Jingwan used to study at Qingling and was well known as the campus beauty — practically a legend. She was also technically his senior. Being familiar with the campus, she wouldn’t get lost, so Wang Haoran had nothing to worry about.
After that, he hailed a cab to head toward Shengting Hotel.
His Bugatti Veyron was still with Cheng Rui and could be retrieved at any time, but he didn’t want to give Bian Suwen or Lin Chen any reason to suspect that he and Cheng Rui were working together. So, for now, he decided not to touch it.
As for Tang Bingyun’s McLaren P1, it had been flaunted on Weibo for his “God of Stocks” persona, so driving it around in public would only raise eyebrows — especially in front of Liu Yue. To avoid unnecessary drama, he figured it was best not to drive either of those for the time being.
Which left him with… nothing decent to drive. So, like a regular person, he had no choice but to call a cab.
Unfortunately, it was rush hour. Getting a ride wasn’t going to be easy.
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Meanwhile, after class ended, Song Zhenyu rushed out of school, planning to grab a shared e-bike to get to Shengting Hotel.
Just as she unlocked the bike with her phone, she ran into Ye Qiu passing by.
“Well, well, what a coincidence. Headed somewhere, Miss Song?” he asked with a greasy smile.
Song Zhenyu frowned, her guard immediately up. “Nowhere.” She quickly locked the bike again through the app, clearly not wanting to linger.
Ye Qiu stepped a bit closer, putting on a pitiful tone. “Miss Song, I swear I’m not a bad guy. I have no ill intentions.”
Song Zhenyu backed away, keeping her distance. “Stay back, or I’ll call the police.”
The moment she said that, Ye Qiu backed off in a panic. “No, no! I’ll go, I’m leaving now!”
After getting tangled in legal trouble for assaulting someone earlier, he couldn’t afford to add sexual harassment to his record. That would destroy what little reputation he had left. So, tail tucked between his legs, Ye Qiu finally walked away — though even as he left, he kept turning back to stare at her, eyes full of lust.
Song Zhenyu waited until she was sure he had completely disappeared from view before she unlocked the e-bike again and set off.
【Ding! Due to the host’s manipulation behind the scenes, Ye Qiu became embroiled in lawsuits and lost favor in Song Zhenyu’s eyes, shifting the plotline. You’ve earned 800 Villain Points! Ye Qiu’s Protagonist Halo -40, Host’s Villain Halo +40!】
Wang Haoran: “???”
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By the time Song Zhenyu arrived at Shengting Hotel, she was led into a luxurious suite where her mother, Tan Zhen, and younger brother, Song Feiyu, were waiting.
“Mom. Feiyu,” she greeted softly.
Without a word, Tan Zhen stormed over and swung her arm with full force, aiming a slap straight at Song Zhenyu’s fair, delicate face.
Startled, Song Zhenyu instinctively raised her arm to block. The slap missed her face, but landed squarely on her arm — hard enough to leave a bright red handprint.
She was wearing a short-sleeved shirt because of the hot weather, and the blow stung like hell. But since it came from her mother, she could only grit her teeth and endure it.
Even Tan Zhen winced from the recoil in her hand but still snapped, “You ungrateful brat! How dare you block me?!”
She raised her hand again and lunged, wanting to land more hits. Song Zhenyu desperately shielded her face, but her arms bore the brunt, soon reddened from more strikes.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall.
Finally, after exhausting herself, Tan Zhen stopped.
“Mom,” Song Zhenyu’s voice trembled with suppressed pain. “Haven’t you hit me enough over the years? I’m already grown up… and you’re still hitting me?”
Tan Zhen scoffed, completely unapologetic. “I don’t care how old you are. I’m still your mother. It’s my right to hit you. Especially when you’ve done something wrong!”
Song Zhenyu bit back her anger. “I know it wasn’t right to cancel my number without telling you… But what about Feiyu? He’s made way more mistakes than I ever did. Have you ever even scolded him, let alone raised a hand to him?”