Volume One, Chapter Ten: The Pendulum of Death
Stepping out of the hospital, Liu Dong suddenly felt as if all his wounds had completely healed.
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Ding dong.
System notification: The host has severely injured the child of destiny, reducing their fate by ten percent. Currently, Ye Aotian’s remaining fate is seventy percent.
System reward one: “Dragon’s Soul” skill has been upgraded and enhanced to level 2, increasing the host’s self-healing ability to three times that of an ordinary person. Money awarded: 500,000.
System reward two: Ability to view detailed information about one female lead, including original plot, background, reward skills, affection progress, and more.
Liu Dong glanced at Su Jinyao beside him and chose her without hesitation.
Su Jinyao: 18 years old, heiress of the Su Corporation. Liu Dong already knew about her mother, so he didn’t focus much on that, instead recalling her dual personality. By day, she was a bespectacled, adorable little girl; by night, when she removed her glasses, she transformed into... The root of her eccentric personality was a lack of paternal love since childhood.
More importantly, completing tasks under each personality would grant two different skills. This was an incredible bargain.
Currently, Su Jinyao’s affection level stood at ten percent.
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As the system interface faded away, Su Jinyao reappeared before Liu Dong, who now dared not look directly at the little girl in front of him.
To outsiders, it seemed Su Jinyao was completely in love with Liu Dong. In reality, her affection was merely ten percent—only slightly above average.
Liu Dong understood that if a simple confession could evoke such a fervent response, something was amiss.
So it was likely that by day, she just wanted someone to act as her father, to play “house” with her.
“Daddy, what’s wrong? You’re looking at me strangely all of a sudden.”
“Nothing. You don’t need to come to Yaoyao’s family hospital anymore; I’m already healed.”
After speaking, Liu Dong even took off his T-shirt to show the healed wound—while casually flexing his muscles.
The little kitten tattoo on his abs stood out conspicuously.
“Daddy, you really didn’t wipe it off?”
“Of course not. Something this important, I definitely wouldn’t wipe it away.”
System notification: Su Jinyao’s affection increased by five points.
Liu Dong was stunned—just for that, five points?
“If you don’t wipe it, sooner or later it’ll fade away.”
Su Jinyao looked a little disappointed.
“That’s okay. When it disappears, it doesn’t truly vanish; it just melts into my heart.”
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System notification: Su Jinyao’s affection +5.
Damn, just a couple of licks and it increased by ten percent?
Just as Liu Dong thought it would be smooth sailing to reach one hundred percent, he noticed that whenever he tried to show affection to Su Jinyao afterward, causing her to blush furiously, the system wouldn’t add even a single point.
This puzzled Liu Dong. He decided to put it aside for now and focus on the matter at hand.
“Yaoyao, do you have any plans tonight?”
“Daddy, how did you know?”
A flicker of delight passed through Su Jinyao’s eyes.
“Oh? Then go ahead. Daddy has some things to handle tonight, so I won’t accompany you.”
“Okay.”
Watching Su Jinyao’s disappointed retreat, Liu Dong turned and entered a motorcycle shop, then shortly after, a store selling adult goods.
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At dusk, Chunmingshan—a rocky hill in the western suburbs of Jinghai—was famous for its winding, looping mountain roads, making it a favored spot for the wealthy youth of the capital to race motorcycles.
Su Jinyao removed her glasses and donned a sleek black eye mask. Clad in tight leather, her curves were outlined in an alluring silhouette.
Tonight was the “Masked” motorcycle race.
Organized by the “Masked” club, its members never inquire about each other’s identities, status, or wealth.
The club’s unique privacy system created an aura of mystery and thrill, making it particularly sought after among the capital’s elite.
Walking through the crowd, Su Jinyao was met with whistles and constant attempts at flirtation.
One of them, wearing a green turtle helmet, grew especially excited upon seeing her.
Tang Lei, son of the Tang Corporation and younger brother of Tang Yufei.
In recent years, the Tang family had been suppressed by the Su family, much to Tang Lei’s displeasure. After investigating, he learned of Su Jinyao’s peculiar habits and her participation in the “Masked” club.
This thrilled him to no end. He had bribed all the club members present tonight.
Soon, he planned to stage an “accident” to knock Su Jinyao unconscious and take advantage of her during the long night.
He had already told his bribed cohorts that he modeled himself after the legendary Yu Wenhua Ji: “I eat meat, but my brothers all get soup.”
When she woke up, she would have no choice but to accept her loss.
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As the race queen tossed her helmet into the air from her chest,
dozens of motorcycles roared to life and sped off.
Tang Lei rode a handcrafted Augusta motorcycle worth about 500,000 yuan, with overwhelmingly powerful performance, leading the pack.
Su Jinyao rode a BMW worth over 300,000 yuan, mainly drawn to its blue-and-white color scheme.
Soon, one by one, the other motorcycles were left behind—not just due to machine performance, but mostly because of Tang Lei’s scheming.
He planned to wait until only the two of them remained, then deliver a fatal kick. If she died, it would be an accident; if she barely survived, he could indulge himself.
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From the front, Tang Lei saw Su Jinyao closing in through his rearview mirror and deliberately slowed down.
Soon, they rode side by side.
Su Jinyao was completely focused, feeling she was about to take first place, shouting excitedly.
At that moment, an unknown external force struck her motorcycle from the side, disrupting its balance.
Her bike didn’t immediately fall but began to violently “death wobble.”
“Death wobble” meant the handlebars shook uncontrollably; braking in this state would cause an immediate crash.
A high-speed crash was almost certainly fatal.
The correct response was to desperately control the handlebars or wait for the bike to slow down gradually.
But even a strong man would struggle to manage it; how could a petite girl like Su Jinyao succeed?
Worse yet, a sharp turn approached. If she lost control, she would plunge off the cliff.
Tang Lei was pleased with her predicament and pressed the accelerator, speeding ahead to watch the chaos.
If a fatality occurred, he could easily disclaim responsibility, claiming she lost balance and crashed on her own.
Su Jinyao was desperate.
Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle engine echoed.
Tang Lei was puzzled—he had instructed his men not to follow. How was there another bike approaching?
He glanced in the rearview mirror but saw no other motorcycles. Was it a trick of the mind?
Suddenly, both were stunned.
From their left above, a figure descended from the sky.
At that moment, the rider aligned perfectly with the full moon, as if riding a motorcycle out of the moon itself.