Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

The middle-aged man said angrily, “Look, are you doing what a son should do?”

“Do you sound like what a father would say? Listen, listen to this crime — Instigating a maidservant to steal a medicinal pill? My own father, my life was almost in her hands. Could it be that I instigated her to take my life? Is I the kind of person who isn’t afraid of death? ”

“… Then what did you say about offending Miss Xie?”

“I admires her! Is it wrong to admire her? Ask these people — which one of them dares to say that they don’t like Miss Xie? ”

“… No matter what, a mistake is a mistake!”

The corners of Guan Heng’s lips curled into a smile and he suddenly smiled. However, his eyes were suffused with coldness. Like small knives, they swished towards the middle-aged man whose face was as black as iron.

He shrugged his shoulders and said in a self-deprecating manner, “So this is the truth, right?”

“The crime isn’t important at all. It’s just an excuse to lock me up until the end of time. Lock me up until the end of time. Lock me up until Miss Xie dies alone. No, she can’t remarry. If she remarries me, the marriage contract with me will be the only stain on her body. It must be destroyed.”

The young man’s voice rose higher and higher, and the sharpness in his eyes was threatening.

He put away all of his joking thoughts and pointed out the situation almost sharply. Perhaps it was because the person standing in front of him was his father, the family member he cared the most about, and also the one who couldn’t bear the harm that came from him the most.

The corners of Guan Heng’s mouth curled into a bitter smile. He looked straight at the middle-aged man and shook his head. “Come to think of it, in order to save my life, should I pray that she dies alone?”

“How dare you disrespect the Young Lady!”

Someone in the crowd scolded angrily. The voice was delicate, and it was vaguely a woman.

Hearing this, Guan Heng curled his lips and sneered.

He crossed his arms behind his head. Yuguang glanced at the source of the voice and said disdainfully, “I just have something to say directly. I’m not like some guys who hide it and don’t dare to see others … ”

“Sigh.”

The middle-aged man suddenly let out a long sigh, interrupting the young man’s complaints.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. Then, he raised his head and said sincerely, “Heng ‘er, it wasn’t father who intentionally made things difficult for you.”

“Think about it carefully. Ever since you were young, what has father said to you the most?”

Guan Heng said, “… Look, there’s a beautiful girl who’s alone over there. She wants me to go and warm her long nights?”

The man’s face turned red. “I never said that!”

“… From today onwards, she’s your aunt.”

“That’s not it either!” The middle-aged man blew his beard, glared angrily, and sighed loudly, “It’s hard to be muddled, it’s hard to be muddled!”

With that, he shook his head repeatedly. His tightly furrowed brows furrowed even tighter. Fine wrinkles appeared at the end of his eyes and a murky watery light appeared in his eyes.

This time, he wasn’t blinded by the ashes on the wall, but by genuine tears.

His eyes were filled with sorrow and helplessness. He shook his head repeatedly and sighed. “Heng ‘er, you’ve been smart since you were young. Father really hopes that … you can occasionally pretend to be muddle-headed.”

Guan Heng raised his eyebrows and retorted without any trace of politeness. “I know how to pretend to be muddle-headed. If I really pretend to be muddle-headed, I can pretend to be muddle-headed.”

“But there are some things you can’t be fooled about, like freedom.”

The man said, “What about life?”

Guan Heng was stunned.

He opened his mouth in disbelief, but he couldn’t spit out a single syllable. His mind tossed and turned, but there was only one thought: Is the situation really so serious that it’s going to take his life?

The sunlight fell on the leaves. Every time there was a breeze, the branches and leaves would tremble, creating a lake-like, crystal-clear light.

That light was reflected in the eyes of the two people who were confronting each other. The middle-aged man’s expression was cryptic. Guan Heng stared at him without blinking. His face paled again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xie Ziyou had always been the villain. This was his first time taking on the role of Goldfinger. It was also his first time witnessing the growth of the main character.

He looked at the young man’s red eye sockets, which were bloodshot. He couldn’t help but feel a little heartache.

He clearly hadn’t done anything wrong. He clearly was wholeheartedly protecting the family. It was just that the young man was pushed to the forefront of the storm by other people’s scrambling for benefits. He had painstakingly endured for more than ten years. He was constantly carrying a heavy burden. But today, under the instigation of the Xie Family Fairy, everything fell apart and the mountains shook.

Suddenly, a male voice in the crowd whispered, “Why go through so much trouble? Just kill them all.”

Although the voice was soft, it was enough for everyone to hear.

Guan Heng suddenly raised his head and looked at the source of the voice!

A few of the Guan Jia’s younger brothers hurriedly lowered their heads, pretending to be interested in the fallen leaves on the ground.

The fallen leaves were swept up by the wind, and as they flipped over, they revealed the rotting marks of insects gnawing at their stalks. Guan Heng looked at the dark swirling clouds in front of him. In an instant, he felt as if his heart had been cut by a knife.

Xie Ziyou heard him muttering to himself in a low voice. He said lightly, “Those people are my friends. Every day when we meet, they call me Heng Ge.”

Hearing the young man’s soulless voice, Xie Ziyou’s nose turned sour. For the first time in his life, he strongly felt that he wasn’t worth it for another person.

Especially when he looked through the edge of the jade bracelet and saw the cold and hard faces in the crowd. The elders of the Guan Jia Family, the children of the clan, and even the steward’s servants … all looked at Guan Heng with greedy and disgusted gazes. They had completely forgotten how they had oppressed the protagonist in the past ten years to earn glory for themselves.

Like a group of blood-sucking leeches, they greedily clawed at the young man’s body, sucking his flesh and blood. Little by little, they built a deformed nest like Guan Jia.

Now that Guan Heng had lost his role, they decisively left. They were selfish and heartless. Before they left, they even fiercely stepped on the young man’s body, which was riddled with scars, to ensure that he would forever fall into the quagmire, unable to turn over.

Guan Heng’s gaze was filled with hope as he scanned the crowd. His eyes scanned the familiar faces one after another with a pleading look on his face.

But everyone was avoiding his gaze. They lowered their heads, chewing up their conscience and morality and swallowing them into their stomachs.

The young man who was the center of attention was once the pillar of the entire Guan Jia family. But on the contrary, it was also the dark history of the entire Guan Jia family. It represented the past that everyone was afraid to avoid.

The luster in Guan Heng’s eyes dimmed.

He suddenly laughed softly, his voice desolate, like the scratching of gravel.

Then, the young man withdrew his smile. His nose was straight, his brows cold and stern, as if carved by a knife. His brows even revealed a trace of steadiness that did not match his age.

He turned his head, his gaze straight, staring at the middle-aged man. He said word by word, “That, also, paste, smear, no, get!”

The entire place was silent.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

His voice was deep and deep as he said, “Heng ‘er, you shouldn’t have revealed your Xuan Qi cultivation.”

If it fell into the eyes of people, it would instead become a disaster.

Guan Heng sneered and said coldly, “What should a son do? Close his eyes and wait for death? ”

The middle-aged man’s eyes were filled with pain as he said in a low voice, “… Yesterday, your Thirteenth Concubine had a happy event. The Xuan Doctor has checked, it’s a man.”

Guan Heng: “… …”

The young man was stunned once again.

Xie Ziyou stared blankly at Guan Heng, his eyes filled with sorrow. His black hair was dried by the wind and floated back and forth along his sturdy cheeks, like duckweed that had left its roots.

The young man’s voice was hoarse as he forced out a smile, “Then I’m going to have a younger brother? That’s great, congratulations. ”

The middle-aged man said, “So … You’re no longer my only son.”

Guan Heng nodded and said, “I understand.” After a pause, he repeated, “I understand.”

He wasn’t the only one. Therefore, even if he sacrificed himself, it wouldn’t be so painful.

Although Guan Heng had a smile on his lips, his eyes were as dark as a deep pool. The vigor that belonged to the young man had been crushed by the heavy pressure. The fatigue and dejection that were hidden in the depths of his heart quietly emerged, like a ghost fire, faintly flickering in his dim eyes.

Xie Ziyou’s heart suddenly trembled.

He thought sadly that if he wasn’t a villain, perhaps he could have patted the main character’s shoulder and given him a shallow hug.

As he thought about it, the green jade bracelet suddenly moved according to his will. An ice-cold feeling stuck to the young man’s wrist.

The refreshing coolness spread along his ulna, like eating a fresh melon in summer. It was comfortable and fresh, dispelling the suffocating heat. Guan Heng’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. Although it was weak, it couldn’t be ignored.

This touch pulled the young man out of his trance. Guan Heng blinked his eyes hard and his tightly clenched hands relaxed.

He raised his right hand and placed it on his left wrist. He gently stroked the jade bracelet for a moment before letting out a long sigh.

Xie Ziyou was suddenly touched by someone, causing him to be stunned for a moment.

The young man’s palm was warm, like a small sun that would never fade. His gentle touch made him feel a little uncomfortable.

But before he could protest, he heard Guan Heng’s clear voice sincerely say, “I don’t want to sit here and wait for death, and I don’t want to be trapped until the end of my life. Father, if you still cherish your son, why don’t you … banish him to the Luo Ridge?”