Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

When I'm hungry, everything looks delicious.

Lin Jianshen looked at the white porridge in front of him. Even though flies had crawled on it, he didn't mind.

In his past life, he was an orphan. After leaving the orphanage, he ate leftover fries and hamburgers at McDonald's.

I've also eaten apples that were half-rotten and thrown in the trash by others.

He knew that although the apple was only half rotten, it was actually inedible, as the aflatoxin mold had likely already spread.

This substance is a potent carcinogen.

But when you're so hungry you're dizzy and lightheaded, who cares about these things?

He picked up his chopsticks, feeling awkward thinking about Xia Tingwan still standing beside him, serving him like a servant with her hands hanging down.

"It's getting late, you should go to sleep." Lin Jianshen tried his best to make his voice sound like the original owner's, with a hint of hostility in his tone.

Before she could finish speaking, Xia Tingwan collapsed to the ground with a "thud".

His body trembled like a withered leaf in a storm, his voice shaking: "Hit me... hit me, please, hit me!"

"Huh?" Lin Jianshen inexplicably thought of his college days when his roommate used a computer he had cobbled together from various parts to play Black Monkey.

The scene where the computer starts smoking during loading.

My brain's CPU is about to malfunction and is practically smoking.

What's going on with this reaction?

Seeing that he didn't move, Xia Tingwan's sobs were filled with despair:

"What you did is illegal... Please, just hit me, hit me..."

"Please, hit me, please hit me now..."

She was rambling incoherently, as if "getting beaten" was the only option she could grasp at that moment.

Lin Jianshen's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

Fuck!

Original owner, what the hell did you do to deserve this?

You deserve to die for driving someone to this point!

Xia Tingwan misunderstood his swallowing motion and tried to distance herself from Lin Jianshen by using both her hands and feet.

"Bang!" Lin Jianshen slammed his hand on the table.

He broke the deadlock in a way that perfectly suited his "persona": "Go back to your room! Don't fucking get in the way here."

"You're disturbing my meal! You think I won't punch you?!"

Xia Tingwan's tense shoulders visibly relaxed a little.

She lowered her head, quickly got up from the ground, and returned to her room.

The instruction is correct.

Sigh, but speaking in this tone always makes me feel guilty.

The house is pitifully small, with only two bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom, and a kitchen.

It's about 60 square meters.

Lin Jianshen watched Xia Tingwan return to her room and breathed a sigh of relief.

Xia Tingwan closed the door and felt herself come back to life, and couldn't help but recall the scene from earlier that day.

Lin Jianshen ate half a bowl of white porridge, then suddenly convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and soon stopped breathing.

Fearing the medicine wouldn't be effective enough, they mixed rat poison, sleeping pills, and cockroach poison into that bowl of plain porridge.

It's so thick it's almost like a thickening agent.

The color isn't quite right either.

Fortunately, Lin Jianshen had drunk alcohol beforehand and was already quite drunk during the meal, so he didn't notice anything unusual.

I checked him myself and he was already dead. How did he come back to life?

Could it be that he was only temporarily unconscious?

How can this scum have such strong vitality?

Xia Tingwan quietly opened the door a crack and peeked through it.

Lin Jianshen was just picking up the bowl.

But he didn't die even after drinking most of a bowl.

Will the remaining half bowl achieve the desired effect?

If he finds out that I drugged him, wouldn't I feel like I'd rather be dead?

He will definitely tear off all pretense of civility and resort to any means to humiliate and abuse you...

Fear overwhelmed everything.

Xia Tingwan suddenly flung open the door and rushed out, snatching the bowl from Lin Jianshen just as he was about to put the porridge into his mouth.

Along with the half-plate of shredded potatoes on the table, they were all dumped into the trash can in the corner.

"What are you doing?" Lin Jianshen asked in astonishment.

My empty stomach is making gurgling noises in protest.

His questioning made Xia Tingwan instantly hide in the shadows next to the refrigerator, shrinking into a ball in fear.

Yeah, what am I doing?

Why have I lost even the courage to poison him?

Am I really scared?

Or was it his performance just now that actually made me feel a little hopeful?

Am I going to get another beating next?

He often gets into fights in the streets and knows how to hit people harder.

Just then, a fly suddenly fell from mid-air onto the table, twitched a few times, and then fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, several more flies fell to the ground with a thud.

Lin Jianshen stared at the flies, then glanced at the kitchen knife still lying on the ground.

"Holy crap, did this girl poison the original owner to death?" Lin Jianshen was startled.

"But it doesn't seem like it. In my memory, she's always been timid and submissive. How could she have such courage?"

"However, drinking too much alcohol could potentially kill you."

But what's with these flies?

The original owner first drank half a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) before drinking beer... The baijiu spilled into the porridge, intoxicating a few flies.

It seems... that it's not entirely unreasonable.

The mere thought of alcohol evokes a strong craving within me.

Lin Jianshen casually picked up the beer bottle next to him and prepared to gulp down the rest of the beer.

This action made Xia Tingwan, who was in the shadows, tremble again.

Lin Jianshen is a scumbag in normal times, but he is even more frightening when he is drunk.

Xia Tingwan thought to herself that she was just imagining things. When he told her to go back to her room, she felt that he seemed a little different from usual.

It seems I was overthinking things.

He is still himself, nothing has changed.

My own absurd expectation just now seemed so ridiculous.

Lin Jianshen saw her reaction, suppressed the desire in his body, and threw the beer bottle into the trash can.

"I drank too much tonight, and I'll have a headache tomorrow morning. Forget it, I won't drink anymore."

Xia Tingwan's eyelashes trembled slightly.

These words are reasonable, but you can't glean much information from them.

But he doesn't really resemble Lin Jianshen.

Alcohol was his lifeblood; he would never throw it away.

"Did you cook that plate of shredded potatoes just now?" Lin Jianshen changed the subject.

It also carried a sense of testing.

"Yes... I cooked it," Xia Tingwan stammered.

"What seasonings did you put in?"

Sure enough, not only did they fail to kill him, but they also discovered him?

Xia Tingwan felt as if all the blood in her body had turned cold.

She knew that if that were the case, no matter how much she resisted, she would have a hard time escaping unscathed tonight.

Her body tensed, and she said in a trembling voice, "Vinegar, dried chili peppers, and a little salt..."

"That's all? Nothing else?" Lin Jianshen stared at her.

"That's all...that's all they put out..."

After a two-second silence, Lin Jianshen suddenly chuckled.

"How stupid! Didn't they know to add some soy sauce and sugar to enhance the flavor?"

"What kind of crap is this? Even a dog would get up and cook you three dishes and a soup after eating it."

The taut string suddenly snapped open. Xia Tingwan leaned against the wall, utterly exhausted.

She apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll definitely remember next time..."

"Alright, it's not good anyway, just throw it away. It'll save me from feeling nauseous." Lin Jianshen waved his hand. "Go back to sleep."

No more getting beaten up?

Xia Tingwan was stunned.

The unexpected event even lessened the fear.

She peered through the gaps in her falling hair at the figure beside the dining table.

Familiar and unfamiliar.

He is indeed somewhat different now.

She blurted out, almost as if possessed:

"Who...are you?"

As soon as she said it, she was startled and flinched.

Lin Jianshen was stunned.

A few seconds later, he raised his fist, grinned, and said with a sneer, "Hahaha, I'm rarely in a good mood. You think you're so great?"

"Is your skin itching again? Do you need a beating to feel better?"

Xia Tingwan trembled all over.

"I'm annoyed just looking at you. Get out of here, go back to your room."

"I'm starving right now, I don't want to waste my energy beating you up."

The exact same tone and manner, equally vulgar and barbaric.

Xia Tingwan felt as if she had been doused with ice water, and the flame in her heart was extinguished.

She shrank back into her room.

She was very nervous the whole way, always feeling like a fist was going to hit her from behind.

However, after returning to the room, the thing I was worried about did not happen.

Lin Jianshen slowly lowered his loosely clenched fist, his palms cold and damp.

We must not give ourselves away.

Absolutely not.

His experience as an orphan instilled in him a deep sense of wariness towards the world from a young age.

He didn't want to be sent to a mental hospital as a mental patient.

He was given a second chance at life, and he couldn't waste it.