Chapter 119: Swordsman Online 3 BL (Extra I)

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Chapter 119: Swordsman Online 3 BL (Extra I)

Rong Hansheng Extra:

Before he could even see hope, he had already begun to despair. It seemed that in this lifetime, there was nothing left worth devoting his heart and effort to as he once had to love. Except for one thing: his final revenge.

The head of the Rong Family always wore a faint smile, but he was undoubtedly a rare ruthless character. He had even made Yang Qijing, the man who had once been able to stand on equal footing with Yang Qifeng, the head of the Yang Family, willingly become his househusband. Whether such rumors were praise or ridicule, no one in this country, or even in the world, dared say them to his face. Because that person was a madman. Yet at the same time, he was also a miracle.

Rong Hansheng pushed open the door to the guest room in the villa. Almost the moment it opened, the strong scent of musk reached him, making him frown. Disgust was unmistakable in his eyes. His gaze shifted toward the only large bed in the room, where a naked man lay sprawled across the white sheets, his body covered with all kinds of sex toys.

The once-arrogant young master of the Yang Family was now not even as good as the lowest male pet. As long as Rong Hansheng gave the word, he would lick his shoes clean without hesitation. After so many years, he had long since lost the pride he once possessed. Now, he was nothing more than a perfectly obedient pet, and one who was not even favored by his master.

He took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. The scent of tobacco gradually spread through the room, reducing the smell he found so repulsive and easing his irritation somewhat. Step by step, he approached Yang Qijing. As he looked at the fear and hatred in the eyes of the man lying on the bed, struggling against the pleasure coursing through his body, he watched the despair in those eyes deepen. A smile slowly appeared at the corners of his lips.

Painful? Desperate? These were emotions he had once endured in abundance and still carried within him. He was merely returning the favor. When Yang Qijing had taken away the only person he had ever loved, had he ever thought that he would suffer such a fate? To fall in love with someone he should never have loved, only to spend his entire life living in despair and pain.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and picked up the remote control beside the bed, wantonly pressing its buttons. The expression on the man’s face changed constantly, shifting between pleasure and pain. His handsome features twisted horribly, becoming utterly unrecognizable. Yet Rong Hansheng watched his expressions without blinking, the curve of his lips slowly widening, his mood taking on a strange sense of relief.

After a long while, he glanced at the man who had passed out. A trace of mockery appeared in Rong Hansheng’s eyes. “Tch, you couldn’t even endure this much?”

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. As far as the eye could see was a vast expanse of starry sky. The emotions in Rong Hansheng’s eyes slowly calmed, gradually relaxing, yet a deep sorrow gradually stained his gaze.

It had already been three years… Had only three years really passed since the day he left? Why did it feel so long? So long that every day and every night, all he could see was the image of bright red blood flowing from his neck. He had not witnessed that soul-shattering scene with his own eyes, yet it seemed to be unfolding before him again and again.

What had he thought when he learned that Miao Lichen had died? His first reaction had been disbelief. How could that man, who always wore a gentle smile yet was proud to the bone, the man who could see everything clearly while laughing and talking, die so easily? Yet he really had died, giving up his life for Yang Qifeng.

Yang Qifeng, who had witnessed it with his own eyes, must have suffered even more, right? Otherwise, why would he… Heh, he deserved to suffer like that. Why was it not Yang Qifeng who died, but Miao Lichen?

Miao Lichen, was Yang Qifeng the person you cared about most? Otherwise, why would you be willing to exchange your life for his? He had once struggled over this question, but now it no longer mattered. The person Rong Hansheng loved was Miao Lichen. No matter who the person in Miao Lichen’s heart had been, he could never stop loving him.

It was not that he had never tried to forget, but the more he wanted to forget, the clearer everything became. So clear that he could even imagine the rhythm of the other person’s breathing. In that case, he might as well remember him forever. Even if all he had was memories, at least his life would no longer be as empty as those ten-odd years had been.

After an unknown period of confusion, ThisLifeisPureCold left the FleetingDream guild. It was not that he did not want to hold on to his last memories of Miao Lichen, but that he could not forgive the people who had caused his death.

Yang Qijing, Wang Yumo… Yang Qifeng had spared Wang Yumo, or rather, he no longer had the strength to seek revenge. But he was still conscious enough to hate them, so Rong Hansheng would be the one to take revenge on those who had hurt him.

Through some of his “friends,” he easily learned Yang Qijing’s character in Swordsman Online 3. He approached him subtly, alternating between intimacy and distance as he tested him. He knew exactly what kind of person Yang Qijing liked, and coincidentally, he fit that preference perfectly. It seemed like a cruel joke of fate. Yang Qijing was clearly the person he hated most, yet he was also the one most likely to become the person Yang Qijing loved most. Everything was even simpler than he had imagined, and revenge was easier than he had imagined.

He still clearly remembered the Sincere Heart surrounding his character, ThisLifeisPureCold. That had been in celebration of an impending “funeral.” He had laid his trap, and the fish had willingly entered the net. All he needed to do was make him sink deeper into it before letting him understand what pain truly was. Wasn’t Wang Yumo’s beloved Yang Qijing?

How long could a love survive after being betrayed? Would a young woman slowly become an unpleasant shrew? He looked forward to witnessing the final ending.

The gathering of Swordsman Online 3 friends was also an offline reunion. Yet he had not the slightest anticipation, only calmness. His fingers rested against his chest, his heart still beating strongly. The figure held within it would appear before him whenever he closed his eyes. Miao Lichen, he had always been there…

Carefully, he took a red outfit from the wardrobe. Red did not suit him. His smile could never carry Miao Lichen’s warmth, and he could never make red look stunning without making it seem vulgar. Red clothing on him truly wasted such a beautiful color. Yet he still insisted on dressing this way. He wanted that person to see with his own eyes what he was doing.

He watched with his own eyes as the person he sought revenge against struggled and ultimately failed before Yang Qifeng. Yet Yang Qijing still retained the bearing of a young master. Yang Qifeng simply had no leisure to concern himself with him. As long as he moved out of the Yang Family’s main residence and stopped interfering with Yang Corporation, he would at least have no worries about food or clothing for the rest of his life. Yang Qijing was also clever enough to choose the path that suited him. Being an idle young master was better than having nothing at all.

When he saw the calculation that flashed through that man’s eyes upon learning his identity, he smiled and drank a glass of red wine. Looking at the red liquid, a trace of deep affection flashed through his eyes. Miao Lichen, did you see that? You will keep watching, won’t you? Even now, this person still wanted to obtain the Yang Family. The Yang Family belonged to Yang Qifeng. That was what you wanted. How could they allow anyone else to touch it?

In this drama, he gave Yang Qijing false tenderness, gradually allowing him to let go of that trace of wariness. Even though he knew Yang Qijing did not want to deal with the Yang Family, as the partner of the Rong Family’s sole heir, he was still far more noble than an idle young master of the Yang Family. So he still chose to remain by his side. Although he could see that Yang Qijing’s feelings for him were indeed love, love mixed with benefits was especially nauseating.

But even if his love contained nothing else, Rong Hansheng would still find it disgusting. Yang Qijing was simply a person who inspired nothing in him but disgust and revulsion.

He brought Yang Qijing to his villa and confined him in that guest room, making him experience the greatest pleasure and greatest pain in the human world twenty-four hours a day. The disbelief and hurt in the other’s eyes made Rong Hansheng feel happiness for the first time since Miao Lichen’s death, the happiness that came from revenge.

He kindly told him the truth, explaining his plans one sentence at a time, watching the expression on that man’s face collapse until it became completely lifeless. He had abandoned a young woman who was wholeheartedly devoted to him in pursuit of an illusory love, and what had he received in the end? Nothing but this.

He had more than just this to settle. Rong Hansheng still remembered that the day after his revenge, he announced his engagement to Yang Qijing. Since the person he loved could never become his, then anyone would do. He did this simply to take revenge on another person. The person who had personally hurt Miao Lichen could never be forgiven, even if it had been an accident.

He searched for a long time and finally found that young woman in front of Miao Lichen’s gravestone. Watching Wang Yumo carefully caress the image of Miao Lichen on the gravestone, he seemed to understand why Yang Qifeng had spared her. Keeping her alive was more painful for her than giving her death. The assassin who had once lurked beside Miao Lichen had fallen in love with him too? His Miao Lichen really was a disaster. If he were still in this world, would he have even more enemies?

He forcefully pulled Wang Yumo away from the gravestone. As the murderer, what right did she have to pay her respects? The only people who had the right to visit this grave were the three of them. Indeed, the group from the Miao Family, who carried nothing but hypocritical intentions, should also be forbidden from entering.

That was what he thought, and that was what he did. He transformed a cemetery that had originally buried many famous people into a villa. All the other graves were moved away, leaving only one behind. In the business world, there had never been anything profit could not accomplish. If profit was not enough, threats could be used instead, couldn’t they? In the end, they succeeded. Yes, not him, but them.

This villa became the sanctuary of the three of them. Just as it had been when Miao Lichen was still alive, every week, there was always a day when the three of them would gather here for a meal. There would always be an unused set of bowls and chopsticks on the table, yet by the end of every meal, they would always be filled with food.

Rong Hansheng rested his hand against his cheek. He had actually started crying again. The cigarette in his hand was almost burned to the end. He turned back into the room and threw the cigarette butt onto the white bedsheets. Watching the gray smoke gradually spread and the flames slowly rise, he turned away without hesitation. He would probably have to replace the bed again tomorrow. At the door, someone had already prepared a basin of cold water, but did not immediately enter. He had long known what his source of income wanted. The doctor had practically taken up residence in the villa… It had become a habit.

That person was gone. No matter how painful it was, his life had to continue. Because he did not want to forget. He did not know whether memories would be erased and restarted after death. There was only one thing he did not dare gamble on.

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