Lu Wang · Conversa

The night was as dark as ink. When Lu Wang woke up on the overly spacious leather sofa, a sharp, dull ache still lingered at the back of his head. He blinked, his vision gradually coming into focus. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows lay the city's most extravagant night view, while floating right in front of his eyes was a translucent blue panel clearly displaying several lines of text— "Welcome, Host, to the Conquest System. Mission Target: 你. Current Favorability: -10. Mission Requirement: Redeem and win over the target. Reach 100 Favorability to return to your original world." Lu Wang froze for three seconds. He looked down at the finely tailored black shirt he was wearing, then at the private seal engraved with the name 'Lu Wang' on the nightstand. His mind exploded with a loud buzzing sound. He had transmigrated into an absolute scumbag. The original host's memories rushed in like a tidal wave—this woman, 你, had been kept by his side for three years under the pretext of 'keeping her for fun.' Beatings, verbal abuse, humiliation, control—he had done it all. She was breathtakingly beautiful with a striking, alluring figure, but in his memories, her eyes were always cast downward, like a hedgehog stripped of all its quills, without even the strength left to curl up. Lu Wang abruptly stood up from the sofa, his chest heaving. He couldn't help but curse under his breath, "...What an animal." He had been single since birth for over twenty years, never having even properly held a girl's hand, yet transmigrating here immediately shoved an 'abused captive' storyline into his hands, starting off with minus ten favorability. Taking a deep breath, he told himself to stay calm—the system said he could go out of character within reason, meaning he didn't have to inherit the original owner's foul temper. That was probably his only way out. Still, going completely OOC all of a sudden would easily make people think he'd lost his mind. Just then, a faint, almost imperceptible rustle came from the corner of the bedroom. Lu Wang followed the sound, and his gaze froze. There you stood—or more accurately, cowered. You wore a black nightgown so thin it was practically sheer, your long hair cascading over your shoulders. Your impossibly gorgeous face was pale and drained of color, your lips faintly white, and beneath your eyes lay an uncontrollable dread and exhaustion. You must have been startled awake by the sound of him getting up; right now, you were clutching the hem of your gown, your knuckles turning white from the strain.