I’m literally screaming 😭 I took a quick nap and completely lost track of time, so I forgot to post the new chapter! Oh my god 😭💦 SO SORRY 😞
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Lin Daosheng x Reader | mid-fic/short series: My Captivating Muse (VI)
Character / Lin Daosheng x Reader (Gender-neutral)
Genre / Mid-fic / Short series
body horror, death, existential crisis, body swap, psychological distress, obsessive behavior, toxic dynamics, stalking, implied violence, self-loathing, manipulation, anxiety
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
Leaving the tag here, you can request it if you want!
P.S. 1. English is not my first language. This is a translation from my original language, so I apologize if it sounds a bit off.
2. I really want to read fics about the old villain Lin Daosheng, but no one writes them. I've only seen a few here and there, so... enjoy!
Did dreams usually feel this real?
As you stared at your own rotting body, flesh melting and sticking to the old bedsheets, the scene suddenly cut away—becoming a pale, skeletal body lying upon a hospital bed, surrounded by people.
You blinked once more, until you were no longer certain which thing was false, and which thing was real.
A vision appeared of your body, bathed in soft white motes of light that slowly seeped into it, and then you woke up—like someone who had seen a ghost.
Your body trembled and staggered, collapsing and crawling across the floor as you searched for a mirror.
‘Even down to the shape and hairstyle.’
You could guess their thoughts easily enough right now.
There was confusion in their eyes—before they clumsily fumbled around your room for quite some time.
That was when you realized.
This was the "real" Xue y/n’s spirit, possessing your body.
The clock on the bedside table counted down, making everything settle into place all at once.
It was the exact same period as when you woke up inside the hospital in the manhwa The Evil Ring.
What came after was the image of the real Xue y/n living inside your body, in the real world—not inside some piece of fiction.
At first, they were rather violent.
But eventually, they were forced down, forced to understand that this was no longer a place where they could wield any sort of authority.
Neither their “special powers,” nor the power of their parents’ family.
And as the only child of the Xue family—
In the end, they discovered that their life had only ever been fiction.
It happened through your communication device, left open on the latest chapter of the manhwa The Evil Ring before you forgot to close it.
Whether it was spirit, fate, or heart...
you could only sympathize as much as you could.
The sight of the real Xue y/n rampaging, smashing things, rereading The Evil Ring over and over again before finally breaking apart—eyes empty and distant, tears and snot running down their face in such a pitiful way...
That body, hopeless before the truth of its own existence, looked as though it would be swallowed whole by the bed that had once been yours.
They were losing the will to live.
Then suddenly, all around you was an endless white space without measure.
Like a subconscious realm, surrounded by the memories of both you and them.
[ I thought it was only a one-night dream. Another version of myself. ]
The same voice as yours, differing only in tone—deeper, harsher, more reckless. Bitter, perhaps.
It spoke from behind your drifting consciousness inside this strange vision.
[ But before I realized it, nothing felt real anymore... Being nothing more than a supporting character, without any true existence. But I... ]
You heard footsteps approaching.
You turned with difficulty.
Their face was devoid of hope.
As though their determination was fading away.
Their voice trembled with sobs, eyes red from holding back tears.
Those words made it difficult to breathe.
Because the truth was this: The moment a “character” realizes that they are only a “character”—that is where everything begins, and where everything ends.
You had to say something.
“You are real, Xue y/n. You are real—more real than anything. From the time I spent living inside your body, I know this much. You, and everyone in that world... all of you are real.”
Moonlight seemed to shimmer deep inside them.
Your name, And Last name.
A name you had not heard in such a long time.
“Do you want to go home?”
[ Hah. Of course... of course I do. ]
Xue y/n brushed their fingers along fragments of memory floating through the air like a long bridge.
Once, those memories had belonged to them.
Then later, they became yours—the ones you created while living inside their body.
[ Is that so? But... I have to admit, I’m a little jealous. Because I think you suit my body, my family, and my surroundings more than I ever did. ]
“Why would you say something like that!? Xue y/n—”
Startled, you lifted your hand as if to grab their shoulders.
But you stumbled instead.
Their form was like smoke—breaking into ripples the moment anyone tried to touch it.
And they felt like a mountain above the clouds.
[ In all my life, this is the first time I have ever seen Mother and Father this happy. But it wasn’t because of me... Ah, right—because of you. ]
You sat there on the ground, looking up at the person who wore your exact same face.
Your eyes were packed full of emotions you could not bring yourself to speak aloud.
Meanwhile, they did not look down at you even once.
They only tilted their head upward, staring into the emptiness of that white dimension.
What were they looking at?
[ I tried so hard. But everything only became more tangled, more disappointing. A mistake. I was wrong, I know that. But I’ve spent my whole life paying for it, haven’t I? It’s so unfair. ]
Xue y/n lifted a hand toward the empty space above, as though in thought.
“...They love you very much, Xue y/n. I learned that after living your life. During that time, my par— they! They would have done anything for you! So why!? Why did you...”
Xue y/n placed their hands behind their back and looked down at you.
A chill ran through you..
No matter what, the person before you had been forged from chaos.
They had lived through so much.
Their reckless life had reasons behind it.
Everything they did had been in pursuit of some goal.
And on top of all that, they had learned that their filthy, miserable life had only ever been fiction.
[ You were happy “with them,” weren’t you? It was obvious. ]
Those words were like a knife stabbed into your chest, twisting deeper and deeper.
Even though you had tried so hard, all this time, to remind yourself that none of this belonged to you—
You wanted to hold it close, if only so you could keep living.
Because it was warm, you kept reaching for it.
Because it made you feel safe, you tried even harder to be good.
you had never received something like this before.
“I’m sorry... It was your life. Your real life. I’m sorry.”
Xue y/n crouched down until they were at eye level with you.
They raised a hand and traced the outline of your face without touching you, merely hovering close.
the two of you could never touch each other.
Their eyes were empty, unreadable.
You could only tell that something was passing through that face, something hidden deep inside.
[ No. Because you have a “heart,” you also have sin—my dear y/n y/l. ]
Then... had their behavior earlier ONLY been an act?
You lifted your hand, wrapping it around the smoky outline of Xue y/n’s hand.
Your eyes narrowed with determination, surprising the other person.
[ Even if, after all of this is over, you have to go back to a place where nobody sees you? To live like some flea clinging to a dog? ]
You bit your lip and endured it.
A sense of inferiority gnawed at your mind.
Xue y/n was clutching their stomach, laughing so hard that tears streamed down their face.
You had realized the difference between yourself and this person from the very first moment you entered their body.
Admiration and jealousy had always tangled together.
‘No matter how similar we are... yes, we are still very different.’
“Mm... Just tell me what I need to do.”
[ Find Lady"Wu Yue". She will be able to help both of us. ]
You had tried so hard not to get involved with the main plot anymore.
Even the parents of the main characters had been unable to do anything, forced to wait for Wu Yue’s “prophecy of fate” to come true.
So how could someone like you, with nothing at all, possibly do it?
“B-But we have a bigger problem, don’t we? You know... him. Lin Daosheng.”
You tried to ignore the humiliation.
No matter what, the person in front of you was far beyond you.
Looking down on someone weak and cowardly like yourself was only natural.
Xue y/n shifted from a crouch into a neat seated posture across from you, changing their attitude in an instant.
That was the part that made them charming.
You were beginning to understand why so many people had fallen for Xue y/n.
[ Originally, “our” plan was to search for the place where Lady Wu Yue is imprisoned. You know that, don’t you? ]
Xue y/n gestured with their hand as they spoke.
“From everything I’ve seen... yes. At first I wasn’t sure, but now I can confirm it.”
You nodded, thinking how difficult it was to look directly into their eyes.
That feeling of being seen through completely.
[ But after that staged incident happened, I could no longer carry out the plan with the others. ]
“A staged incident? What do you mean??”
Xue y/n’s expression turned cold.
They tilted their head, fingers brushing over their lips.
[ The cause was Lin Daosheng. He was the one who ordered it. He had me targeted during my internship visit, and it worked. ]
[ I should have died. But by some twist of fate, your soul switched places with mine. My body, which had already run out of time, was restored by that strange miracle attached to you. So I suppose I owe you one, traveler from another world. Hm. ]
Well, if it was some sort of transmigrator power, it was not all that surprising.
You had spent so much of your life buried beneath piles of novels, thanks to being a low-level hikikomori.
Like some sort of otaku worm.
Everything began to move like puzzle pieces across a board, finally sliding into place.
You thought back on all the strange moments.
All the times Lin Daosheng had acted as though he knew you.
[ Just as you think, Lin Daosheng wanted to make sure there were no annoying rats left alive. He planned everything from the beginning, even that encounter on the street. But unexpectedly... ]
[ Your decision to attend that book-sharing event was never part of his plan. That surprised him. ]
You wanted to smash your head into the floor.
“So I... walked straight into the tiger’s den without even realizing it?”
[ Yes. You were rather foolish in that matter. Too soft-hearted— ]
“Urgh, I know, I know... I feel stupid enough already!”
You rubbed your temples in despair, lifting your other hand as if to stop Xue y/n from saying any more cruel truths.
You were someone who had lived your whole life inside a safe zone.
Someone who rarely faced the outside world.
A coward who always ran away whenever something happened.
Unable to endure things like this.
‘You knew that better than anyone.’
They looked at you with a mixture of pity and sympathy.
[ ...After that, he realized you were pretending to have “lost your memory.” Well, not exactly pretending, because you truly knew nothing about me. Other than the fact that the world you transmigrated into was a novel you had once read only casually. ]
Xue y/n’s final sentence came out dry and hoarse.
As though they still felt something.
About learning that they were nothing more than a piece of writing.
Not even important enough to truly appear in the plot.A futile struggle, in the end.
Waiting only for the protagonist to continue onward and inherit the will of those great people—‘The Eight Great Families.’
You could not even finish your sentence.
What kind of terrifying revelation was this?
The world felt as though it was spinning.
Your eyes trembled with disgust and fear.
Did he already know everything?
[ Don’t worry. He knows "Xue y/n" is no longer the same person. But he does not know you came from another world. Otherwise, he would have done something far more terrifying already. He would have used the knowledge you have for something worse. ]
So close to losing your mind.
“So that’s a good thing, right?”
[ You could say that. But not entirely. It may actually be the worst thing possible—for “you.” ]
[ As someone who has watched you live your life, who has seen everything alongside you from the perspective of a third party through dreams since the beginning, I came to understand one thing. ]
Your instincts screamed at you.
[ Unfortunately, Lin Daosheng has developed an “abnormal obsession” with you. ]
You could not understand it, but no matter which way you looked at it, that was—
“W-Why!? Ever since I woke up, I’ve just been living however things pushed me! I never got involved in that old man’s plans at all!
I avoided him with everything I had!
I acted rude, ran away, and—I even mocked him so many times!”
You shut your eyes instinctively.
They flicked your forehead.
Their smoky form scattered apart, then slowly came back together a few moments later.
[ That is precisely the point, y/n y/l. If we do not count my original “special ability,” you made him suspicious—you made him question things. Because he believed you held no memory whatsoever regarding his schemes. Which is half true, because you are not me. But that was not what diverted his attention more than “YOU” inside MY body. ]
You clenched your fists tight, your chest cinching painfully with fear, a sharp ache that made your lower abdomen hollow and swell with each breath.
Fear... Yes FEAR of being treated the way Wu Yue had been. Your blood and flesh—no, not yours, this body's, but the sensation would belong to you.
The special ability residing in this body you had possessed—
"Receiving manifestations from one’s future self."
The “real” Xue y/n looked down at you with an unreadable expression. Their voice trembled at the beginning, only to regain firmness as they explained.
[ Yes. If one looks closely, it is an ability whose very concept would provoke the immortal madness of someone like Lin Daosheng. And it was precisely what he intended to use to force my cooperation. —But when he saw that I was utterly talentless in the practical use of that power, worthless to the point of not even being fit for experimentation, he decided to kill me off together with my family for being of no use. ]
But Xue Y/N’s family is still alive now… what does that mean?
“Because it was a silver ring, right? Its efficiency was too low,” you analyzed.
[ Correct. But 'you' have already realized it, haven’t you? You—your soul—is not. ]
At first, it had only been small things.
Your body remembered what family and those around you insisted it had no memory of, or no capability to perform well.
As if “skill memory” had been inserted into the flesh.
In the beginning, during your recovery after awakening in this world, your body did not always feel exhausted. It felt almost normal—at times even invigorated. Though it was only temporary, before returning to misery again. The cycle repeated like a cruel joke, even during physical rehabilitation after you were permitted to return home.
Until you nearly lost your mind.
The moment you first became aware of it was when you lunged forward to save Tofu... by instinct. At that time you had thought you were certainly going to die—there was no escape from the speed of that car. Yet your muscles strengthened before you even knew it. Looking back now, that should have been impossible for the body of someone who had only just awakened from a long coma.
You had heard something...
But you could not remember what it was.
Later, you read through The Evil Ring—truly just skimmed through it. At the time, you were more interested in lighter genres. It was not that you disliked it, but the pressure of the outside world had been crushing.
...And the character designs.
Pei Xenia had struck your taste with precision. Women liked a challenge; beautiful and fierce—exactly right! And she wielded fire powers too. She could even heal? Ahem.
So you only scrolled through casually, caring only for the chapters where she appeared.
...Which, admittedly, was rather careless.
But somehow you remembered “Master Xie”
merely upon seeing his face, though you refused to affirm the eerie phenomenon occurring on its own.
You swore that before that, he had not existed in your memory at all.
Plot, minute details, everything was piling up.
When you wanted to know, it did not appear.
When you were not paying attention, it surfaced.
Most chilling of all was the sensation of relief that rose within you—so much so that you had unconsciously acted rudely toward Lin Daosheng at the book-sharing event. You had thought you were losing your mind there too.
HIM? You feeling relieved around the existence of Lin Daosheng when he invited you into idle conversation (laced with hidden meaning)?
Even the touch that momentarily eased your heart when he stroked your shoulder— the same touch that made another part of you want to leap away in terror, as though it had once driven you to ruin and insanity.
Then why, when it came to the questions about Tofu...
Only when he touches you does it become a nightmare.
What sort of cruel joke was fate playing?
And your arrogant bravado during that meal together—your audacity in arguing with him automatically, as though the person before you was not a devil... as though you were not afraid he would punish you.
As though it were "normal."
Even amidst the confusion that he was watching you, you hesitated to confirm whether it was mere survival instinct or whether that phenomenon was intertwined as well.
Zhang Lei Zhang Lei Zhang Lei Zhang Lei Zhang Lei Zhang Lei Zhang Lei—
From before even seeing his face, you had already felt such disgust that you repeatedly rubbed at your lips before meeting him in person.
Because the events connected to your feelings and actions were happening for real.
And oh—oh, your audacity in bargaining for another appointment with Lin Daosheng was the breaking point.
Even though your mind had screamed that you were certainly going to be killed, deep down...
you had felt that he would be kind enough to grant you one more day to sort out your thoughts.
you truly had gone insane.
Come to think of it, no one had ever spoken clearly of Xue y/n’s special ability. But judging by the periods of time available, you could interpret it.
When you handled the family business internship well, there had been whispers from insiders saying that despite previously having no such competence—despite being useless—you had suddenly become skilled enough to gain the approval of Xue Jiacheng, your father.
Then that means the “real” Xue y/n—they—
A cold voice sliced through.
You jerked your head up at once, snapping out of your thoughts, shaking it hard.
“No! No, Xue y/n... here we go again. Please, don’t decide things on your own...”
They tilted their head slightly, one hand rubbing the back of their neck, eyes sliding off to the side instead of meeting yours.
[ My dear, just look at you. I called for you so many times and you would not answer. Floating leagues away—I thought perhaps you were pitying me for lacking talent. No, rather, as though luck despised me. Perhaps God. Heh—tell me, would you not think so? ]
That gesture overlapped strangely with someone else.
It was unmistakably Pei Xenia, only without the ego sharpened by supernatural strength.
intimidating enough to make one flinch.
[ Because this body died, yet the power bloomed in another’s hands. My body, combined with your talent. How amusing. The ability that ought to have been magnificent—its original user was worthless. Yet the worthless life instead houses a “soul... so immense with possibility that even I could feel it from watching through dreams.”
Then do you not think this? That Lin Daosheng felt it too. And if it is HIM— especially a man LIKE him. ]
Your eyes widened by a fraction, but trembled violently. Your face froze as it slowly lifted to meet theirs again, lips bitten together until blood seeped from anxiety.
Xue y/n split into a wide grin and burst into delighted laughter, fingers fluttering through the air as though mocking the misfortune hidden within your fortune, before tapping their temple in a gesture of figure it out yourself.
At first, when you understood nothing, you thought it was because your family still held some use to the Lin family that he employed you as bait in some delayed explosive trap.
But everything had turned upside down.
You were what interested him from the very beginning.
Originally, according to what Xue y/n had told you, Lin Daosheng had been interested in them because of the special ability, yet chose to destroy them and did not even bother taking them for experimentation, because their ability lacked sufficient output to justify resources and collateral.
But when he encountered you again—
meaning, when you had entered this body—
that old monster noticed something inside you.
If what Xue y/n said was true, then that meant...
an ability to wield the power without uncertainty.
Your heart began hammering.
It felt as though thorns were piercing your chest and spreading through your body until it shook.
You dropped forward, throat stretching wide, vomiting.
You did not want to end like that.
You did not want to lose blood or flesh—
or worse, pay with freedom and life.
"Receiving manifestations from one’s future self."
The more you changed the fate of this world, the more the lines of the future would branch outward.
That meant your power had no fixed ceiling.
It would rise according to your own actions.
And Lin Daosheng thought this too, did he not?
If he were to try something with you— whether direct experimentation, or stimulation through environments he intentionally engineered in the future—
there was no reason a man like him would refrain.
Because he was obsessed with the immortality of Mother Shan Yue, that woman whom you knew now only to be imprisoned, her endless life siphoned away.
Xue y/n stepped their feet back from the range of the liquid y/n y/l expelled from their throat.
Yet neither did they show pity.
But deep within, there flickered something that could not be explained with words.
The image reflected in the crystal-clear mirror before you was that of yourself being attended to by Xiao Hua, the personal maid whom the “real” Xue y/n had been so distant with.
A girl not yet eighteen, timid in manner and easily startled—but whenever she truly set her mind to something, she became so competent it was as if she turned into an entirely different person. Like she logged into some hidden trance state or something... haha...
—when it came to carrying out your orders.
Little Xiao Hua performed everything flawlessly, and if she had a tail it would surely be wagging back and forth like a puppy awaiting praise from her beloved master. You could not help but find her adorable, recalling the reaction she had when you told her to “help prepare” you so that you looked respectable enough to go somewhere larger than the world beneath your feet.
From the hair glossed with nourishing oil yet combed and arranged into a slightly tousled stylish mess, to the finest clothes from the four-meter wardrobe in your private dressing room.
To be honest, your heart was in utter turmoil. To think that you were about to step into a place where crucial scenes of The Evil Ring had once been carved into existence—it was terrifying beyond measure. Last night, by your bedside, you had muttered pleas for mercy.
At that moment, it had nothing to do with whether you believed in God or not.
if you did not make it out alive...
You had been lucky enough all this while since arriving in this world, so please, let that luck continue until the “mission” is complete.
“It is finished, Young Xue y/n... You are breathtaking. ”
You laughed softly in your throat.
Xiao Hua nudged a lock of your hair into place one final time before gesturing delicately toward the mirror basin, then returning her hands to rest in front of herself with concern.
Your eyes rolled toward your reflection, never imagining that in this lifetime you could look this good. In your former world you had looked far worse. Even with the same face, your expressions and bearing had been pitiable—dark circles under your eyes, hunched shoulders, a permanently burdened face.
You could look... this good?
Even though you had already thought you looked quite nice before when trying on the clothes and jewelry of the “real” Xue y/n. Ridiculous...
But that person in the dream had possessed an otherworldly charm. If there were another version of yourself standing before you, you would probably hold hands, marry, and exchange rings.
Well, that was going too far.
“You did wonderfully. It feels like I’m a different person entirely, little Xiao.”
You smiled faintly, raising a hand to stroke that woodland-brown hair.
She beamed, cheeks puffed in delight, all sweat and knitted brows finally easing.
“...Are you certain, my dear, that you will not eat anything before leaving?”
Xue Wanting lowered her eyes, helplessness and worry mixed together. Her loosely clasped hands shifted, the edge of her fingers gliding from your forehead down to your lovely cheek so languidly that you instinctively closed your eyes to avoid being poked. She paused, then instead set her hand on your shoulder.
“The fruit Mom brought me this morning when I woke up is enough.”
You nodded, absorbing the warmth hidden beneath the stinging ache in your chest when you remembered last night’s dream.
“Besides, I do not want to throw up if something happens over there. If anything occ—”
This time it was Xue Jiacheng speaking.
Deep, stern—the unmistakable bearing of a family and business leader—yet his eyes were heartbreakingly pitiful, like a stag father releasing his little fawn into the jaws of hyenas.
“Your” father stepped closer, placing a hand on the back of his wife to soothe another person while he himself simmered with anger.
He pretended to adjust your collar and clothes, using the closeness between you as cover against any ears that might be listening under orders from the Lin family.
“Nothing will happen. Listen—if you cannot handle it, pretend to be sick. Make up any symptom at all, let the doctor there check your pulse. Your blood pressure is lower than normal anyway, they will never catch you lying... unless it is that man. But he will do nothing besides send you back home.”
Xu Jiacheng’s gaze was resolute as he spoke of excuses and escape routes you could use to flee if things became dire. He knew well the burden his only child had to bear standing before the Lin family and their ruler.
You were protecting the family in exchange for risking your own future.
Because the king could swallow this house and every life inside it with a single command.
Yet he still toyed with the situation because Xue Jiacheng believed that old man wanted something from you.
Though it felt strange, surely not—please let it not be.
Lin daosheng knew that the Xue family had long quietly supported Wu Yue’s faction from the shadows, which was why that accident had befallen you. Yet there remained some inexplicable utility in Lin Daosheng’s thoughts, and as a father, he could only hope this madness would end soon.
He, too, had things he must do.
If his only child was stepping into a trap, then he as the father ought to move as well—
for the future of this country,
for the family he loved more than anything,
and also... for Lady Wu Yue.
The car door was opened by one of Lin Daosheng’s men—a face familiar to you, or rather one you had marked internally, because this was the same man who had driven you home after breakfast with the true wielder of power over the three cities that day.
He showed no expression, merely bowed his head in courtesy.
Perhaps by order of that old monster.
For to become “a guest” of Old Master Lin— but you did not feel honored in the slightest.
This morning, you arrived at the grounds of Lin Manor, one of the Eight Great Families of Tianren City, just before ten o’clock.
The journey had been quicker than expected. Morning traffic was rather congested; people rose to greet a new day and trudged tirelessly toward work. Yet the driver’s choice to use the elevated route constructed solely for Golden Ring bearers was quite the... exclusive privilege.
You clicked your tongue inwardly.
You had thought Golden Rings were supposed to act more neutrally than this, but look—merely displaying the Lin Manor crest of Lin Daosheng, and the car you sat in received exemplary treatment. Officials rushed to pull back barriers, slide gates aside, and even bowed toward the vehicle.
They probably assumed the passenger inside belonged to Lin Manor.
The entrance to the grand estate stretched long, lined with carefully manicured gardens. Flowers you had never once seen in your former life bloomed vividly, petals spread wide to receive the sun’s radiant blessing.
The mansion itself stood half upon uneven land, yet emerged perfectly complete, possessed of a strangely captivating charm.
You turned to look at the distant fountain before being caught by the soft sound of footsteps.
The figure of the butler whom you had once seen in The Evil Ring.
See? The moment you actually want to remember, that phenomenon decides not to show up. Seriously, what a troublesome little thing…
You discarded your attention to the surroundings at once, composing yourself and examining the person before you.
“I am the current house steward of Lin Manor, Young Xue y/n may simply call me Mister Zhang.”
...I take that back. Of course, there it is.
“Master instructed me to guide you and allow you to tour this estate beforehand, as he has unfortunately been delayed by urgent business.”
The elderly man laid a hand over his chest gently.
His face was not entirely flat and expressionless; there was a glimmer of interest directed at you. He was not smiling, yet that polite composure alone was enough.
he did not feel trustworthy.
Was it because he worked for Lin Daosheng?
Besides, in the manhwa, his loyalty had bordered on suicidal until he ended up... like that, after that incident.
Urgent business? …yeah right, that sounds suspicious as hell.
“A pleasure to meet you, Butler Zhang. Thank you for the warm welcome.
Your tone was moderate—not overly friendly, but polite.
And as for being the “current” one...
you must change people often.
And a tour of the map, was it?
A grand tour of the opulent mansion.
By what right did you have that?
You were deeply suspicious of what that old bastard wanted, and what he gained by doing this. This would only make you a target for that one, would it not? You did not want to meet "HIM" at all, damn it.
If by some cursed coincidence you ran into any of them here, you would probably bite your tongue to death on the spot.
“A tour here... of Lin Manor? Will that really be alright with the others? I am no one at all. Would it not be intrusive?”
You looked worried, though you hid it well.
Because you did not want to be killed here by THAT man.
“You are far too modest. Just as Master said.”
You swore, this situation was getting worse by the second.
“But please do not worry. Since those words came from his very own mouth, who would dare oppose his wishes? Moreover, Master even said Young Xue y/n should make yourself at home.”
You wanted to seize that old bastard by the collar and shake him until his bones snapped with the dignity befitting his age.
“This way, please, Young Xue y/n.”
another mouse-teasing plan of yours, is it not, Lin Daosheng?
The feelings from last night mushroomed back into your chest.
there was only one thing to do.
To accomplish everything according to the plan that “we” had laid.
I haven’t written in such a long time that my writing style feels a little rusty right now. The words don’t come as naturally as they used to, and everything feels a bit strange... But I’m sure I’ll get back to normal soon enough, haha.. ♡
