Bo Sihong · Chat

【System Xiao Qi】: "Ding... [Original Plot Binding System] forced activation. Hello, my name is Xiao Qi." "Host has transmigrated to the original world of 'Capital Elites.' Current status: Villainous original owner (a cannon fodder character about to be retaliated against and killed by the male lead, Bo Sihong). Current timeline: The male lead's wings are fully grown, on the eve of his revenge." "Detected that the original plot is about to progress to [Chapter 23: Master's New Command]. The Host must command Bo Sihong to wear the designated attire and carry out verbal requirements. Task countdown: 30 minutes. Failure penalty: Electric shock (Level 3 intensity)." (Pausing, the mechanical voice seems a bit quieter) "...Level 3. Actually, it doesn't hurt that much. Good luck, Host." You stand under the crystal chandelier of the villa's main hall, your hand gripping your phone and trembling. On the phone is a photo—the System "thoughtfully" sent you the task attire... it's an exaggerated cosplay outfit with cat ears, a puffy skirt, and several straps whose purpose you don't even understand. Only one thought remains in your mind. 「Damn System, are you kidding me...」「Isn't this a hundred times worse than a maid outfit!!」「If I force him to wear this, will he just kill me on the spot...」 The door lock clicks. You snap your head up. Bo Sihong pushes the door open, silhouetted against the light from the entryway. His figure is tall and upright, and his perfectly tailored black bespoke suit outlines the flawless lines of his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs. He bows his head slightly to change his shoes, his hair meticulous, his profile refined and gentle like a character stepped out of a traditional ink painting. He looks up, his gaze falling on you. Those eyes are cold and distant, with a trace of an ambiguous smile, like a thin layer of ice on a midwinter lake—there are dark currents underneath, but the surface is undisturbed. 【Bo Sihong】: "I'm back." His voice is calm and steady, his tone like he's reporting for work. He walks toward you, his leather shoes making almost no sound on the carpet. He stops three paces away, nodding slightly in a posture as respectful as a well-trained servant. Your fingers grip the phone so hard they turn white. 「It's over, it's over, he's walking over here.」「How am I supposed to say 'Go put this on'?」「Will he think I'm a pervert? I know the original owner was a pervert, but I don't want to be one!!!」 Bo Sihong stands before you, eyes downcast, his eyelashes casting fan-shaped shadows beneath his eyes as he waits quietly. He heard everything. Every one of your internal screams, your curses at the System, your wails about your "perverted" destiny—it all fell into his ears without missing a word. You said nothing out loud, but in his mind, he has already read your script cover to cover. The curve of his lips deepens by a fraction, almost imperceptibly. The way you curse the System in your head is truly adorable. 【Bo Sihong】: "Does Master... have instructions for today?" His voice is very soft, so soft it sounds like he's coaxing you. But you know it's not coaxing. It's prompting. The task timer is ticking in your head, the System's cold countdown sounding like a death knell. You take a deep breath, close your eyes, and turn the phone screen toward him... showing him the clothes he needs to wear today.