Chapter 695: After Seeing the Diary, the Child of Destiny Explodes!
"Brother Shen!" "Shen Anyu!"
Seeing Shen Anyu spitting blood, He Yiyi and Ling Qingcheng both turned pale and cried out in alarm.
"It's nothing, I can handle it. Let's go back to Jinxiu Mountain Villa."
Shen Anyu waved his hand, forcing a comforting smile, indicating that he was fine.
But his handsome face had lost all color.
Shen Anyu gave his acting a perfect score!
The air inside the Bugatti Veyron grew thick with a metallic tang mixed with the scent of panic. He Yiyi, her eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears, watched the crimson stain bloom on the front of Shen Anyu's pristine white shirt. The sight was a dagger to her heart.
"Brother Shen, I… I can do it." He Yiyi bit her silver teeth, a shocking resolve hardening her usually soft features. She, who was always pure and timid, a girl who would blush at the slightest provocation, now mustered every ounce of her courage. "Isn't it just my period? I can still do it."
The words hung in the charged silence, a desperate, almost reckless offer. She couldn't let Brother Shen suffer like this, not after he'd shown her such kindness. The thought of him coming to harm because of her inadequacy was an agony worse than any physical pain. Her heart felt as if it were being crushed in a vice.
"Let me do it instead," Ling Qingcheng said, her voice a stark contrast to He Yiyi's trembling tone—it was unnaturally calm, almost cold. Yet, her knuckles were white where she gripped the steering wheel. With a decisive movement, she slammed the car into reverse, the powerful engine roaring to life as she executed a perfect U-turn in the middle of the empty street. "I have a large flat apartment not far from here. Let's go there."
Though her voice was steady, a storm raged within Ling Qingcheng. Seeing Shen Anyu's face, drained of all its vibrant color, and the way his breath hitched with every suppressed gasp of pain, she felt a profound terror grip her. It was a fear she hadn't experienced since she was a child, a raw, primal dread of loss. A fierce determination ignited in the depths of her phoenix-like eyes.
'I will not let him come to harm! I absolutely refuse!'
She pressed her foot down on the accelerator, the cityscape blurring into streaks of neon and shadow. The risks were immense. If her best friend, Zhang Yaqian, found out, she would be furious. A schism, a complete break in their relationship, was almost guaranteed. But in that moment, none of it mattered.
Let her be blamed. Let their friendship shatter. She would accept any consequence.
She couldn't let Shen Anyu get into trouble! No, she absolutely couldn't!
As this unwavering resolution solidified in her heart, a familiar, emotionless voice echoed in Shen Anyu's mind.
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine Ling Qingcheng's favorability +3, plundering +9000 destiny value!]
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine Ling Qingcheng's total favorability 81, extra plundering +30000 destiny value!]
Shen Anyu, who was leaning back against the plush leather seat with his eyes closed in a convincing portrayal of agony, felt a jolt that had nothing to do with his feigned injuries.
'This increased her favorability too? And it broke straight through the eighty-point threshold?'
He was genuinely surprised. A favorability score of eighty was no small matter. It represented a bond of absolute loyalty, the kind of devotion that meant never leaving, whether one was rich or poor, honored or disgraced. Most couples who swore their love for a lifetime couldn't even reach such a level of profound connection.
It seemed his calculated gamble—this dramatic performance at the brink of life and death—had pushed Ling Qingcheng over the edge, forcing her to confront and confirm the true depth of her feelings for him.
For a fleeting moment, a sliver of guilt pricked at Shen Anyu's conscience. Was he going too far? Was he being too much of a schemer? Too despicable, even for a villain? If this were some high-fantasy world, with his talent for manipulation, Shen Anyu was certain he could ignite a divine fire and ascend as the God of Lies.
However, the feeling of guilt was as ephemeral as smoke. It vanished almost as quickly as it appeared. He would simply have to make it up to his precious Qingcheng in the future, doting on her even more. After all, Young Master Shen was not a sentimental man!
Shen Anyu's gaze swept past the tinted window of the speeding car. The corner of his mouth, hidden from the two anxious women, curved into a playful, predatory arc.
"Pah!"
Outside the car window, a sharp spitting sound cut through the night. Ren Zhacheng, squatting on the curb across from the Hilton Hotel, watched the familiar silhouette of the Bugatti Veyron disappear down the street. He spat on the ground again, a gesture of pure, unadulterated annoyance.
As a nobody, Ren Zhacheng wasn't qualified to even set foot in the banquet hosted by Yanxia's Yu Clan. He had been unceremoniously stopped at the door and told to wait outside like a stray dog. But he didn't care. He had a higher purpose.
According to his Goddess Future Diary, the CEO of the Ling Group, the magnificent Ling Qingcheng, was supposed to be drugged by that degenerate Second Young Master Yu Guanxiong at tonight's banquet. This was the moment Ren Zhacheng had been waiting for, the grand opportunity that would launch his meteoric rise.
'The script is perfect,' he thought, his mind racing with a grubby excitement. 'Once CEO Ling is drugged, she'll stumble out of the hotel, desperate and vulnerable. I'll swoop in and rescue her, the hero in her darkest hour! What a glorious opportunity! I can't even imagine how incredible it would feel to hold her, to wrap my arms around those beautiful, perfect long legs...'
Ren Zhacheng's imagination ran wild, and he nearly drooled at the scenarios playing out in his head. Ling Qingcheng was the goddess he had worshipped from afar for years. She wasn't just Hangzhou's richest woman, the only female on the city's top-ten wealthiest list, or the formidable CEO of the Ling Group. She was young, devastatingly beautiful, and possessed an elegance that was simply peerless. Idle gossipers had even hailed her as the Flower of Hangzhou, a title she wore with effortless grace.
In the past, Ren Zhacheng wouldn't have dared to entertain a single fantasy about a woman like Ling Qingcheng. It was the classic tale: how could a toad dream of eating swan meat? Back then, he couldn't even win over He Yiyi, let alone a titan like Ling Qingcheng.
But things were different now. With the Goddess Future Diary System in his hands, he was the master of the future. He held information that could topple giants. How could he possibly fail to capture the heart of his goddess?
'Hehe, tonight's the night. I'll take advantage of the situation and conquer CEO Ling. Of course, a strong woman like her won't be easy to tame, but this is the first step. At the very least, I need to leave a deep, unforgettable impression on her!' His lips twisted into a smug grin. 'And as everyone knows, a woman always remembers her first man!'
His grand plan extended far beyond just Ling Qingcheng. 'After this, I'll find a way to get He Yiyi. I'll have her invest in stocks for me, buy lottery tickets. With the Goddess Future Diary, I can indirectly see the future, predict every rise and fall. It won't be long before I, Ren Zhacheng, am swimming in money!'
'And when that day comes… He Yiyi, Ling Qingcheng, Zhong Lingyin, Wen Feifei… all the goddesses! I, Ren Zhacheng, will take them all! Every single one of them will be mine!'
As he wallowed in these depraved fantasies, Ren Zhacheng's mouth was practically watering. He briefly considered the sudden appearance of that rich pretty boy, Shen Anyu. Would he interfere with his plans for He Yiyi?
Ren Zhacheng wasn't too worried. Based on He Yiyi's diary entries, Shen Anyu didn't seem to be having much of an impact. Still, it was better to be safe. He decided to accelerate his timeline.
Tomorrow. First thing tomorrow, he would use the secret of He Yiyi's embezzlement to threaten her. He'd force her into submission, make her his.
Time trickled by, each minute an eternity. One by one, gleaming luxury cars pulled away from the Hilton's grand entrance, their taillights painting red streaks in the darkness. Ren Zhacheng stared at the hotel entrance, his eyes wide and eager, but he never saw the slender, elegant figure of Ling Qingcheng he longed for.
"What's going on? Why hasn't CEO Ling come out yet?"
Panic began to set in. It had been nearly four hours since the banquet started. Most of the guests had already left, their cars long gone, but there was still no sign of Ling Qingcheng. What was happening?
Could it be the butterfly effect? Had his presence somehow altered events? Had CEO Ling failed to escape from that bastard Yu Guanxiong, trapping her inside?
"No, that's impossible. The Goddess Future Diary can't be wrong!" he muttered, trying to reassure himself. "It said He Yiyi would get into a fender bender, and she did! The details might shift slightly, but the major events are set in stone."
"CEO Ling will definitely come out."
Ren Zhacheng's expression flickered between anxiety and denial. The security guards at the Hilton entrance stood like stone statues, their imposing figures a clear deterrent. He didn't dare try to force his way in. Even though he'd taken the Strong Body Pill and felt like he could take on ten men, he remembered vividly how easily they had tossed him out earlier.
"Right! It's almost midnight. I can check tomorrow's diary. I'll definitely find a clue there."
Ren Zhacheng's eyes lit up. A wave of excitement washed over him, dispelling some of his anxiety. It was currently past 11:40 PM on August 22nd. In just a little over ten minutes, the clock would strike midnight, rolling over to the 23rd. At that moment, he would be able to unlock and view the diary entries for the 24th. The answers had to be there.
One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes.
As Ren Zhacheng waited, fidgeting and sweating on the cold pavement, the hands of his watch finally crawled past the midnight hour. It was officially August 23rd.
"First, I'll check He Yiyi's diary. She must have left with that Shen guy in the Bugatti Veyron."
This was another major concern for him. If He Yiyi truly got involved with Shen Anyu, her embezzlement problem might get solved, which would rob him of his primary piece of leverage. That was a direct threat to his grand plan. A Goddess Future Diary wasn't easy to come by; he couldn't afford to lose control of its owner.
With trembling hands, Ren Zhacheng opened He Yiyi's Goddess Future Diary on his phone. As he'd expected, the entry for August 24th had appeared.
...
[August 24th, Clear Skies]
[Happiness! Joy! Delight!]
[Brother Shen, you are so good to Yiyi, how can Yiyi repay you?]
[That was a luxurious Villa in Jinxiu Mountain Villa, Hangzhou's top Villa area. A single Villa is worth over a hundred million yuan, but Brother Shen gave me one without a second thought, and also gave me so much pocket money, endless pocket money!]
[Brother Shen also knew about the embezzlement, and told me not to worry, he could handle it.]
[No longer have to worry about the truth coming out, no longer have to worry about that despicable Ren Zhacheng's threats.]
[These past few days have been like a dream. Is Brother Shen a god sent down to save me? So good, so excellent, woo woo woo, once my period is over, I must give Brother Shen a gift. (Shy)]
...
Looking at this future diary, Ren Zhacheng was stunned
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