After Unbinding the Simp System, I'm Targeted by the Villain - Chapter 1

“Congratulations! Your accumulated Simp Points have reached 10,000. You have successfully redeemed an Unbinding Card. The Simp System has been removed!”

A light, cheerful electronic female voice echoed in his mind.

Yu Chucheng’s shoulders trembled, seemingly trying his best to restrain some overwhelming emotion.

Inside the bar, colorful lights pulsed to the rhythm of exploding DJ beats, making everyone’s vision a dizzying blur.

Standing in front of the booth, Hao Jia looked helplessly at Yu Chucheng, who was down on one knee. Seeing the diamond ring in Yu Chucheng’s hands, Hao Jia’s voice was soft and trembling.

“Chu… Chucheng, I’m sorry. Even though you’ve always been so good to me, I really can’t say yes. Please, calm down for a second…”

“Calm down for what?” Yu Chucheng slowly stood up.

He was taller than Hao Jia, with lean, straight shoulders and a slightly loose collar that revealed sharp collarbones. When he wasn’t smiling, his eyes were as clear as water—a look that felt unexpectedly distant and unfamiliar.

Hao Jia had to look up at him, retreating two steps in fear.

In the booth, Hao Jia’s friends stood up one after another, creating an overwhelming advantage in numbers.

“Yu Chucheng, Hao Jia really doesn’t like you. You should just give up.”

“Exactly! Who wants your stuff? Stop pestering Hao Jia!”

“I’m warning you, don’t try anything crazy. There are so many eyes on you, and there are cameras everywhere.”

Just as everyone braced themselves, thinking Yu Chucheng’s clenched fists meant he was about to go berserk in public, he suddenly tossed the diamond ring aside.

Plop.

The ring spun through the air and sank straight into a wine glass.

Yu Chucheng spun around and bolted toward the bar’s exit without looking back.

Hahahaha! Calm down? My ass! He had worked like a dog simping for Hao Jia for two long years just for this very moment!

The simp’s bent back was finally straightening up!

The moment he burst out of the bar, Yu Chucheng felt reborn. Even the night breeze felt gentle; even the moonlight was stunning.

“Huh? What a nutcase. It’s cloudy today, where’s the moon?”

A sanitation worker who accidentally overheard Yu Chucheng’s inner monologue gave him a disdainful look and continued dragging her green trash bin forward.

Yu Chucheng didn’t care how people on the street looked at him. He threw away the bouquet he’d forgotten to drop and ran toward home with all his might.

No one was going to stop him from moving out of that crappy neighborhood tonight. He was going back to his luxury cars and villas! This godforsaken “lickspittle” life was finally over. He’d lost enough face to last two lifetimes—his previous one and this one combined.

In his past life, Yu Chucheng was a cynical, wealthy scion who had been spoiled rotten since childhood. Yet, he was still dissatisfied, feeling that a life consisting of nothing but spending money was too boring.

Finally, the heavens heard his plea. A car accident caused him to transmigrate into an ABO “Man-Eater” (Harem) novel, bound to a Simp System.

Since you don’t like spending money on yourself, then you can spend it on others.

The original owner of the body shared his name and had a similar background—both were young masters born with silver spoons from families that owned mines.

But—

He wasn’t the protagonist. That title belonged to the boy from earlier, Hao Jia. He was merely a simp in the book, destined to fall under the protagonist’s “All-Charming” aura.

As long as Hao Jia beckoned, the original owner would offer up everything he owned with both hands.

On his first day of transmigration, Yu Chucheng had been unyielding: “System? What system? What can it do to me? Why should I give my things to someone else?!”

The System sneered: “Is that so? If you don’t complete the tasks, you’ll die. Conversely, after completing tasks with high quality and accumulating 10,000 points, you can unbind from the system and gain permanent control over this body. The system will no longer interfere with your decisions or your life.”

And so—

A week after transmigrating, Yu Chucheng was full of feigned affection: “Hao Jia, as long as you need me, I will always be by your side. Anytime, anywhere, I’ll be there the moment you call.”

For the next two years, Yu Chucheng’s simping was earth-shattering and soul-stirring. He single-handedly drove away thirteen other competitors, becoming Hao Jia’s “Simp of the Year”—a title he successfully defended.

Finally, finally, when Yu Chucheng stood up his best friend, spent 300,000 on a custom diamond ring, and knelt in public to confess—his points hit the limit.

How could he not be excited? He nearly wept with joy.

If Yu Chucheng could do it all over again, he swore he would never complain about his past life being boring.

To hell with those countless nights spent staring at his phone waiting for a text back! A beautiful future was waving at him.

Yu Chucheng skipped toward his rented apartment, humming a tune he’d made up on the spot.

Back then, to simp better, he’d actually moved out of his Fengshan mansion to rent a place right across the hall from the protagonist.

The neighborhood was decades old; the exterior paint was peeling off in patches, and the two poles at the gate probably couldn’t stop anyone.

Yu Chucheng happily contacted a moving company, only to find they were closed for the night and could only come in the morning.

He didn’t want to spend a single night in that cramped, forty-square-meter dump. He immediately called the best friend he’d stood up earlier.

Ji Zhou was currently in an internet cafe, typing furiously as he flamed his “pig” teammates.

Seeing Yu Chucheng’s call, Ji Zhou initially didn’t want to pick up. He was still angry that they had agreed to pull an all-nighter duo-queueing at the cafe, only for Yu Chucheng to ditch him halfway to simp for Hao Jia.

But then he figured the kid had probably been rejected and was calling to cry about his broken heart.

Ji Zhou swirled a lollipop in his mouth and picked up. “Hello? It’s normal to be rejected. Just try again next time. Don’t take it to heart—”

Before he could finish, a voice came from the other end: “Hey Ji Zhou, where are you? Send me the address, I’m coming to find you.”

Ji Zhou froze. He pulled the phone away to look at the screen, then suspiciously pressed it back to his ear.

Yu Chucheng crouched by the roadside. “Hey, why aren’t you talking? Hello?!”

Ji Zhou looked like he’d seen a ghost. “I sent it on WeChat. Your confession… wasn’t rejected?”

“It was rejected.”

“Then why don’t you sound sad at all?!”

“Why should I be sad? I’m so happy I could explode.” Yu Chucheng stood up and rubbed his legs, which were sore from crouching. “Wait for me. I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Tonight, we’re riding together!”

After hanging up, Ji Zhou was still completely dazed.

Did his bro take the wrong meds tonight? Or did he suffer some irreversible trauma?

He used to treasure that Hao Jia so much. If Hao Jia so much as got a tiny scratch on his hand, Yu Chucheng would insist on an emergency room visit, terrified the wound would heal before they got there.

How was it that after being rejected to his face by his beloved, there wasn’t a trace of sadness? Instead, the excitement and joy in his voice were practically overflowing.

A server at the internet cafe brought over the instant noodles Ji Zhou had ordered. Ji Zhou took a couple of hurried bites, then sniffed the air.

“Hey, you!”

Ji Zhou waved at the server.

“Sir, do you need anything else?” the server asked.

Ji Zhou pointed to his own neck. “You’re an Alpha, right? Go take a suppressant. Your pheromones are leaking.”

The server’s tall back stiffened slightly. Then he said, “Understood.”