The Abusive Novel System Pleads with Me to Resign

Jiang Liuxu's words nearly made Pei Ying sick to his stomach, but at the same time, he realized that the long-standing, tangled relationship between them had quietly undergone a massive shift.

As he drove out of Shen Ying's garage, he caught a glimpse of her and Jiang Liuxu stepping into the elevator together in the rearview mirror. His jaw clenched with an unshakable irritation.

Meanwhile, when Shen Ying returned home, she asked Jiang Liuxu, "What brings you here?"

Jiang Liuxu's expression, so composed in front of Pei Ying, now faltered slightly.

After a pause, he replied, "I knew you didn’t come home last night. I was worried."

"But during the bidding process, no one mentioned that the winning client would get such privileges. Staying over for a business trip? Really?"

Shen Ying chuckled. "A trip that’s less than an hour away—how is that a business trip?"

"I just liked the night view from Pei Ying’s place, so I stayed over. That’s all."

That explanation did nothing to improve Jiang Liuxu’s mood.

His expression darkened. "My place has a nice night view too."

Shen Ying glanced at him. "Your place?"

"Hard pass. I’d rather see Dr. Jiang at the hospital."

Jiang Liuxu knew exactly what she was implying. She never shied away from admiring attractive men, and he wouldn’t be surprised if she no longer considered his hospital or office a "professional" setting.

Still, despite himself, his pulse quickened at her words. He forced a neutral expression, pretending not to catch her meaning—

Yet he couldn’t resist teasing her further. "Speaking of the hospital, didn’t you say my office was too plain before?"

"I recently had a restroom set up."

As the hospital’s administrator, Jiang Liuxu’s office was spacious enough to accommodate a lounge, a tea room, a secretary’s station, and more.

But Jiang Liuxu wasn’t just an administrator—he was also a doctor. Most of his time was spent outside his office, so he hadn’t bothered with extra amenities initially.

With feigned nonchalance, he added, "No idea what the decorator was thinking. They made it look like a hospital room."

"Even stocked it with medical equipment—restraint chairs and all. I’m not a psychiatrist, for heaven’s sake."

Shen Ying’s imagination was already running wild with the image Jiang Liuxu had painted.

She nodded eagerly. "Exactly! A prestigious director like you shouldn’t have your restroom cluttered with medical supplies."

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Jiang Liuxu played along. "Then I’ll have to show you this absurd restroom next time you drop by."

Shen Ying assured him she’d visit soon and got up to fetch him a glass of water.

On her way to the fridge for ice, she noticed some imported fruits and casually sliced a few for him.

While she was cutting the fruit, her phone on the coffee table chimed—a message notification from a chat app.

Jiang Liuxu, intending to hand it to her, accidentally tapped the screen.

The message preview popped up, revealing a small group chat with four people.

Early that morning, a fresh photo had been sent, accompanied by text—

[Yu Ting, still asleep. Snapped this secretly.]

The photo clearly showed Yu Ting’s sleeping face. The sender’s name read: Director-XXX.

Jiang Liuxu nearly exploded. So this was why that idiot had been so quiet lately—he’d been scheming behind the scenes.

"Secretly snapped"? Did they think people were fools?

Who woke up looking like that? His hair was perfectly styled, his "sleeping" expression looked like a rehearsed performance from Sleeping Beauty, and the angle, lighting, and the two undone buttons on his pajamas? If this wasn’t staged, Jiang Liuxu would eat his own head.

Scrolling up, he saw this wasn’t a one-time thing.

Yu Ting had actually gotten smarter—recruiting two accomplices, a renowned international director and a top-tier producer, to help him flaunt his looks in increasingly creative ways.

Jiang Liuxu’s usual composure shattered.

He had always assumed those three were genuinely fond of Yu Shishi. Even if they harbored other intentions, their clumsiness would never win her over.

But he had severely underestimated both the situation and his rivals.

His impression of Yu Ting had been stuck on the man’s awkwardness around Yu Shishi—he never expected this side of him.

A crushing sense of crisis settled over him just as Shen Ying returned with the tray.

She set the water in front of him when he abruptly asked, "Do you have a bathrobe here?"

Shen Ying blinked. "I do, but why? You wouldn’t need it."

Jiang Liuxu had clearly showered that morning. He always gave off an immaculate, borderline obsessive-compulsive vibe, and today was no exception.

Yet he replied, "My clothes got wet. I need to change."

Shen Ying frowned. "You didn’t—"

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Jiang Liuxu pick up the water glass from the table, tilt his head slightly, and splash the water onto his own face.

Shen Ying stared at the usually immaculate Dr. Jiang, who was always dressed in either a pristine suit or a well-pressed uniform, now drenched with water, a strand of hair slowly falling over his forehead.

"Now that I'm wet, could you please hand me a bathrobe?"

Shen Ying was no stranger to grand spectacles, but no male model, no matter how diverse, could replicate the electrifying allure of a real elite doctor deliberately staining himself with such provocative charm.

Her gaze clung to him like glue, nearly impossible to tear away. Even as she left the living room to fetch the bathrobe, she kept glancing back.

Jiang Liuxu, however, had no time to revel in his triumph. After accepting the robe Shen Ying handed him, he thanked her and headed to the bathroom to change.

Once dressed, he examined his reflection in the mirror and tugged the collar open a little further.

Then he picked up his phone and snapped a photo against the backdrop of Shen Ying’s bathroom.

Jiang Liuxu’s photography skills were, of course, no match for an internationally acclaimed director, but his striking looks more than compensated, perfectly capturing the tantalizing suggestiveness he aimed for.

One glance at the photo, and anyone could conjure up a steamy, untold story in their mind.

He then posted it on his social media, setting the visibility to "Yu Ting only"—making it blatantly obvious who the intended audience was.

True to form, Yu Ting did not disappoint.

Originally, Yu Ting had been posing—no, cooperating with the director to secretly capture his early-morning sleeping face. After ensuring the director sent it to Shen Ying immediately, he waited eagerly for her response.

Ever since his status updates had shifted to a photo-centric format, her replies had grown noticeably more enthusiastic.

Though he still maintained his aloof persona in the group chat, rarely speaking more than twice a day, the director acted as his online mouthpiece. The back-and-forth flattery between Shen Ying and the director was enough to keep him smug.

Just as he was refreshing his feed, Jiang Liuxu’s update abruptly appeared.

This guy barely posted once a year, so Yu Ting initially didn’t pay much attention, casually tapping to take a look.

Seeing the seductive selfie of that scheming bespectacled man, he inwardly scoffed—finally, the pervert had graduated from covert to overt flirtation.

But just as he was about to exit, something felt off.

Why did the background in this photo seem so familiar?

A primal sense of danger kept Yu Ting from overlooking this detail. He racked his brain, and soon his expression twisted in realization.

Wasn’t this Shen Ying’s bathroom? He’d been to her place multiple times and had naturally used her bathroom before.

The moment the location clicked, Yu Ting hurled his phone in a fit of rage.

After that day, Shen Ying noticed that Jiang Liuxu had also developed a fondness for sharing photos, while Yu Ting’s updates grew increasingly bold.

Sometimes, there were even "candid shots by the director" of him in period costumes, half-undressed.

From her past conversations with the director, Shen Ying knew for certain this film had no scenes requiring the male lead to strip for titillating effect.

She couldn’t help but wonder—did the director have no fear for his life, daring to take such brazen photos and shamelessly post them in a group chat where Yu Ting was present?

Time flew by in this silent battle of one-upmanship.

One day, as Jiang Liuxu was on his way home from work, he suddenly received a call from Yu Shishi.

She informed him she had returned to the country and was currently at the airport, asking him to pick her up.

Sensing that things were about to get interesting, Jiang Liuxu readily agreed.

At the airport, seeing Yu Shishi after nearly a year, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia.

Yu Shishi, too, seemed changed. When she left, she had been radiant and full of energy, but now she was entirely different.

Her expression and aura exuded exhaustion and anxiety, a strange mix of unwarranted confidence and dread for what lay ahead.

Jiang Liuxu had his suspicions, so he asked, "Aside from me, does anyone else know you’re back?"

Yu Shishi shook her head with a smile, emphasizing, "I haven’t told a soul. You’re the only one who knows."

The implied special treatment didn’t visibly please Jiang Liuxu. Instead, he seemed surprised. "Why? As far as I know, you haven’t had any recent conflicts with the other three, have you?"

"They’d be upset if they found out they couldn’t come pick you up."

Yu Shishi forced a weak smile. "Actually, I came back specifically to see my sister."

"There are too many misunderstandings and issues between us that need resolving. With their impulsiveness and protective instincts toward me, they’d only make things worse."

"I want to talk to her alone, privately. Can you help arrange that?"

Jiang Liuxu’s smile deepened with intrigue, and he agreed without hesitation—

"Of course. Come with me."

Now it was Yu Shishi’s turn to be stunned. "Right now?"

"Isn’t my sister staying at Pei Ying’s place?"

In her mind, the first step would be figuring out how to get her sister to move out.

Jiang Liuxu replied, "Why would you think that? She only stayed there for one night."

Had Pei Ying kicked her out? But during their recent calls, Pei Ying hadn’t mentioned a word about it.

She was led to believe that her sister had been staying with Pei Ying all along, keeping her in a constant state of unease.

Though Yu Shishi was puzzled, she also thought it was for the best—saving her a lot of trouble.

So she said to Jiang Liuxu, "Where is my sister now? Take me to see her."

"She must be having a hard time."

Noting the unconscious sense of superiority in her tone, Jiang Liuxu gave a noncommittal nod. After leaving the airport, he took Yu Shishi straight to Shen Ying’s home.

On the way, he sent Shen Ying a message and received confirmation that they could come directly.

As for these venomous twin sisters, Jiang Liuxu was quite curious about what drama would unfold when they met.

But as the car entered Shen Ying’s upscale residential complex and the elevator ascended, Yu Shishi’s expression turned incredulous—

"Wait, are you sure you have the right place? My sister lives here?"

This was a famously high-end neighborhood, home to many A-list celebrities!