Has the Villainous Cannon Fodder Messed Up Today?

Chi Zhimian transmigrated into a book, becoming the cannon-fodder fake young master in the story: arrogant and overbearing, constantly causing trouble, and destined to die in a car accident.

He glanced at the script provided by the System. He was supposed to poison the real young master, leak his family's company secrets, and even recklessly seduce the villainous Boss...

Chi Zhimian promptly lay down in the middle of the road, his expression serene. "Then I choose to get run over and die."

The next second, the System sent a car covered in spikes speeding toward him.

Chi Zhimian, who had no backbone, leaped to his feet in a flash and thumped his chest in promise. "Leave this little thing to me!"

The System told him to drug the real young master. Chi Zhimian understood at once and poured him a glass of specially made chili water.

When the System berated him, Chi Zhimian retorted indignantly, "A flushed face, taking off his clothes on his own, shaking his head and going 'mmph, mmph' the whole time. How does that not meet your requirements?"

The System stared at the real young master, who was running around the room like a scalded monkey. "?"

After that, Chi Zhimian got more and more creative. He managed to stay on the plot while making a fortune for himself. All he had left to do was seduce the villain and make a perfect exit.

But whenever he thought of the villainous Boss, Pei Zhi, Chi Zhimian's heart would pound with nerves. They said Pei Zhi was ruthless and cold-hearted, a living King of Hell. Anyone who crossed him was doomed.

After all, in the original story, Pei Zhi had thrown him out the door on the very night he tried to climb into his bed.

At least he'd laid a soft mat by the door. Even if he got thrown out, it shouldn't hurt, right?

Just as the thought crossed his mind, Chi Zhimian looked up and met a pair of dark eyes.

Pei Zhi asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Chi Zhimian tugged at his collar. "Seduce you?"

Wasn't it obvious?

Pei Zhi glanced at Chi Zhimian's childish teddy-bear pajamas and the chain cinched tight around his waist in place of a belt. "..."

He hooked a finger under the chain. Chi Zhimian was pulled along, his waist bending into a graceful curve.

"Unfasten the chain."

Remembering that, according to the book, Pei Zhi hated people who threw themselves at him, Chi Zhimian gritted his teeth and wrapped his arms around Pei Zhi's neck. "Could you undo it for me~~~"

Pei Zhi paused and felt for the chain. Then he fell completely silent.

Chi Zhimian thought his plan had worked. He put on a plaintive voice. "Does Big Brother not like me?"

He was just about to make his escape when Pei Zhi said slowly, "Chi Zhimian, the chain is tied with a slipknot."

Chi Zhimian: "?"

Chi Zhimian: "!"

Unable to ignore the amusement in the big shot's voice, he covered his face. "Could you stop laughing...?"

Call 119 for him, damn it!

Theme: To be determined