Chapter 42#

World 1: The Tragic Supporting Male Lead Changes the Script Online#

Qin Qing quickly adapted to his new position in the new company.

“This is the character design sent by the original artist. Take a look and give some suggestions.” Zhou Linlin walked into the office holding a stack of drawings. Recently, they were going to develop an online game.

“I’ll look at it in the afternoon; it’s almost lunchtime.” Qin Qing stood up and adjusted his cufflinks and tie.

996 sat on his desk, hugging a bag of dried fish and munching away.

“When the world restarts, I must bind an obedient partner.” It mumbled unwillingly.

“When will the world restart?” This was currently Qin Qing’s only concern. With his identity and ability, he couldn’t investigate the reason for the world restart for the time being.

But Cang Ming could, right? His identity should be more than just the Son of Destiny.

This thought was quickly skipped by Qin Qing. Whether Cang Ming could or not, and what his identity was, didn’t seem important to him.

“Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, who knows.” 996 shook its head, its face full of vicissitudes. Anyway, the world was all messed up, so it might as well just lie flat.

“You have an appointment with President Cang for lunch every day? What exactly is your relationship?” Zhou Linlin put down the drawings and asked with a face full of gossip.

Qin Qing pursed his lips and smiled faintly, without answering.

Glancing at the wall clock reaching twelve o’clock, he immediately took out his phone and habitually opened WeChat.

Not a minute more, not a minute less, when twelve o’clock arrived, Cang Ming’s WeChat message also came: [I’m coming to pick you up, where do you want to eat today?]

Qin Qing smiled and typed: [Let’s go eat hot pot.]

[Okay. I’ll book a table first.]

A few minutes later, the table was booked, and Cang Ming said abruptly: [My hair has grown a little longer today.]

Qin Qing was stunned, not knowing why the topic jumped to this place.

[Do you want to get a haircut?] Before this message was sent, Cang Ming said again: [This way I look more like him.]

Qin Qing’s fingertips suddenly froze, and his pupils trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Cang Ming said: [He would wear a pair of plain glasses when reading or looking at the computer. I also bought an identical pair.]

Qin Qing fell into an indescribable sadness.

No, don’t be like this. He shook his head but couldn’t say this sentence. He indeed couldn’t forget Xu Yizhi, and indeed couldn’t accept a completely different person who had the same origin.

He really didn’t know what to do.

In this moment of entanglement, a photo jumped out of the chat box.

Seeing Qin Qing’s abnormal expression, Zhou Linlin stretched her neck to take a look, and then showed a sad expression.

Just a hasty glance, not too carefully, she actually thought that the man wearing a luxurious retro suit, with a casual and natural hairstyle, wearing rimless glasses, and smiling romantically and affectionately with curved lips, was Xu Yizhi.

“Don’t look, the person is gone, you are still young…”

Zhou Linlin patted Qin Qing’s shoulder and comforted him carefully.

Qin Qing was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this person actually mistook Cang Ming for Xu Yizhi.

What was Cang Ming originally like? He was very cold, but at the same time very gentle. He was somewhat self-centered, but knew how to be considerate and accommodating. He was really not inferior to Xu Yizhi at all.

He was good, really good…

Qin Qing dared not look at that photo again, but Cang Ming’s text messages popped up one after another.

[Don’t reject me too quickly, okay?]

[Give me a little more time.]

[One day, I will become him.]

An indescribable heat welled up in his eyes, making Qin Qing press the screen off evasively and hold the phone tightly in his palm.

“By the way, Qin Zishi’s company opens today.” Zhou Linlin called back Qin Qing’s mind with a sentence.

He looked up, his pupils cold.

“Can the law really not sanction him?” Zhou Linlin asked in a low voice.

Qin Qing shook his head and didn’t answer.

“Of course it can’t sanction him; he is the protagonist shou.” 996 said while licking its fat paw: “Even Cang Ming can’t do anything to him, what can you do? Swallow your broken teeth with blood. Someone as awesome as Xu Yizhi lost his life in front of him, let alone you, a bitter male supporting character and a vicious female supporting character.”

Qin Qing lowered his eyelids and said lightly to Zhou Linlin: “I have sent the chat records between him and Pang Yongan to Qin Baoer. As for what happens next, it depends on Qin Zishi’s fate.”

“That woman Qin Baoer is a bit crazy, I’m afraid there will be trouble.” Zhou Linlin laughed gloatingly.

Qin Zishi stood in front of a skyscraper, holding a red silk ribbon in his hand, preparing to cut the ribbon. A group of people surrounded him, clapping and laughing.

Someone set off a salute, releasing many colorful pieces of paper, fluttering everywhere in the bright sun and breeze of early autumn.

This false prosperity made Qin Zishi show a smug expression.

“Qin Zishi, I’ll kill you!”

Just at this time, Qin Baoer, thin and with a crazy expression, rushed out of the crowd, holding a sharp knife tightly in her hand.

Qin Zishi stepped back a few steps and hid behind the security personnel. Several more security personnel rushed up, knocked the sharp knife out of Qin Baoer’s hand in a few moves, and pinned her down firmly.

“Qin Zishi, you scourge! If it weren’t for you, our Qin family wouldn’t be ruined! I must kill you! Let me go, let me go! Qin Zishi, you will die a bad death, you are worse than a beast…”

Qin Baoer struggled and cursed.

The people around were all dumbfounded, inevitably carrying some consideration and suspicion in their eyes.

However, Qin Zishi didn’t panic at all. He walked out from behind the security guards, bowed and apologized to everyone, and explained with a bitter smile: “My sister became a bit mentally unstable after being played by a man. I have already sent her to a mental hospital for treatment. I don’t know why she ran out today. I’ll call the hospital right away.”

The guests showed understanding smiles, but there was still doubt in their eyes.

Tens of minutes later, an ambulance from the mental hospital really rushed over, tied up the crying and screaming Qin Baoer, and kept apologizing to Qin Zishi, saying that their negligence allowed the patient to escape.

Only then did the guests return to their normal expressions, complimenting Qin Zishi while inviting him to the podium to continue cutting the ribbon.

Qin Zishi picked up the golden scissors and walked slowly towards the red silk tied with a flower knot. Losing the identity of the Qin family’s young master, being fired by Blue Universe, experiencing the Solomon storm, and almost facing jail time, such a life could only be described as bumpy.

But so what?

Even if there were some bumps, didn’t he still possess things that others couldn’t have in a lifetime? And how were his enemies now?

Thinking of Xu Yizhi’s death, and thinking of Qin Qing, who was dispirited and could only hide in a small company living a miserable life, Qin Zishi almost laughed out loud.

He pursed his lips, put on a festive and serious expression, and stuck the scissors on the red silk. At this moment, a shadow overhead was falling rapidly, bringing a rustling wind sound.

Before Qin Zishi could look up, the security personnel standing next to him pulled him hard. The golden scissors in his hand fell to the ground, and at the same time, a huge piece of tempered glass landed.

With a loud bang, countless fragments exploded. The place where the glass fell was exactly where Qin Zishi stood before.

Most of the wooden podium collapsed. Qin Zishi fell among the glass shards, and his exposed skin, including his cheeks, was cut with bloody marks.

The guests standing below scattered in horror, shouting for help. Looking up, the window of an office on the top floor of the building was gone.

Qin Zishi didn’t know how he escaped from under the collapsed podium. When he regained consciousness, he was sitting in the emergency room in a mess, covered in cuts and bruises.

He closed his eyes, hostility surging in his chest, and then said fiercely: “I want to call the police! That piece of glass definitely didn’t fall off naturally; someone must have tampered with it! This is murder!”

The first person he suspected was Qin Qing!

“It was Qin Qing, it must be him!” After the police arrived, he said decisively.

However, the investigation results came out quickly. After repeated identification by technicians, the window did fall off naturally, without any trace of human prying. Moreover, the office where the glass was located was Qin Zishi’s own president’s office, so he couldn’t even find anyone to compensate.

Qin Zishi was unwilling to accept this investigation result, but he didn’t argue with the police. Suppressing his anger, he raced all the way to Qin Qing’s company.

However, before seeing Qin Qing, a large truck crashed head-on. If Qin Zishi hadn’t moved fast enough and turned the steering wheel quickly, he might have become a pile of meat paste.

The car overturned in the green belt. Qin Zishi unfastened his seat belt and crawled out of the twisted cab panting. He was still not dead, just frightened, and his chest hurt a bit when breathing.

Crawling a few meters away, he sat up slowly, took out his phone with a shattered screen, and called the police again.

“Hello, is this 110? I was murdered! This is the second time today!”

The investigation results came out quickly. It was clearly Qin Zishi speeding and running a red light, while the large truck was driving normally. He had to take full responsibility.

When the traffic police left, they looked at Qin Zishi with indescribable eyes, as if they had decided that he was a madman with persecution delusion.

Qin Zishi entered the emergency room for the second time in a day. As before, except for some superficial wounds, there was nothing serious. Just a few bottles of anti-inflammatory drugs would do. But his heart, tormented by fear, anger, and hatred, could not be detected by medical instruments.

He firmly believed that so many disasters were definitely not coincidences! He firmly believed that everything he encountered was Qin Qing playing tricks behind his back.

“It’s Cang Ming helping him, it must be! Only Cang Ming has such great energy!” Qin Zishi whispered through gritted teeth.

Before his voice fell, he fell crookedly on the hospital bed, his body twitching, with an IV needle still inserted in the back of his hand.

Doctors and nurses rushed over to check, only to find that he was allergic to a certain drug. But the doctor who prescribed the medicine for him asked repeatedly, and he said he had no history of drug allergy. He also did a skin test, and everything was normal.

After being rescued for most of the night, Qin Zishi finally turned the corner. He lay on the hospital bed dying, unable to say that this time it was Qin Qing and Cang Ming playing tricks again.

In a short period of time, physical constitution cannot be changed by human power.

But encountering so many killing intents in a day, this could absolutely not be a coincidence!

Qin Zishi lay on the hospital bed thinking repeatedly, accumulating more and more hatred for Qin Qing in his heart. Unknowingly, he fell asleep in this extreme hatred, and then he had a bizarre dream.

In the dream, as a bystander, he silently watched his whole life. No one needed to tell him; he just knew that he was chosen by heaven and would receive the love of a god. He would share the other party’s supreme luck, endless lifespan, and vast power.

He would teach the other party how to love, and he would transform His divinity into humanity. With humanity, this god would truly possess godhood and wake up from chaos.

Does it sound absurd? But that is the fact.

For a person to become a god, he must first possess divinity. For a god to possess godhood, he must first possess humanity.

Divinity originally comes from humanity.

Qin Zishi waited for the god’s pity almost ecstatically. Supreme luck, endless lifespan, vast power, who wouldn’t want it?

At first, everything in the dream was beautiful, but soon, everything developed in the worst and most incredible direction. He successfully approached that god, gradually gained the other party’s favor, and became the person closest to Him.

Then, Qin Zishi in the dream began to die, again and again, time after time, endlessly. He was trapped in a cage made of time and space.

He in the dream had no memory. Every death would usher in a new beginning, and then approach that god again, and gain the other party’s favor again.

No, that was not favor, absolutely not! Loving someone wouldn’t have that kind of look.

Qin Zishi in the dream couldn’t see the truth clearly, but Qin Zishi as a bystander fell into unprecedented fear.

That god was Cang Ming! He watched coldly as Qin Zishi approached deliberately, and watched coldly as Qin Zishi played various tricks to win His love. When the coldness and disgust in His dark deep eyes became deeper and thicker, Qin Zishi in the dream was swallowed by black energy and contracted a terminal illness.

What happens to a person rejected by God?

He will die, and again and again, never able to escape!

The first death was because Qin Zishi in the dream framed a colleague for promotion, causing the other party to jump off a building and commit suicide. The police failed to find out the truth, but Cang Ming looked over quietly with that gaze examining carrion or even dead objects.

At that moment, black energy swallowed Qin Zishi.

The second time, Qin Zishi sold company secrets to foreign spies, causing huge losses to the company and the country. The police still failed to trace it to him, but Cang Ming already knew everything.

That disgusted and indifferent gaze looked over quietly again, and black energy swallowed Qin Zishi.

The third time, Qin Zishi had a car accident. Clearly not blind, he colluded with the doctor to fake it and took away one of Qin Qing’s eyes.

The fourth time…

The fifth time…

Unknown how long the reincarnation lasted, how many times he died. When Qin Zishi woke up shaking like a sieve, it was already broad daylight. He stared blankly at the clouds drifting past the window, not knowing where he was for a moment, whether he was alive or dead.

He raised his trembling hand and wiped off the sweat on his head tremblingly.

Was that a dream?

Everything in the dream was fake, right!

Qin Zishi gasped heavily, his back bent as if about to break due to the unbearable invisible weight.

“Damn it, it’s really inexplicable!” He soon turned his face cold and cursed fiercely.

Am I a person detested by God?

Will a person detested by God really be like in the dream?

Qin Zishi was afraid after all, and hurriedly did a physical examination. The data showed that his body was normal except for some superficial wounds. It was absolutely impossible for him to suffer from any cancer.

Qin Zishi breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and then went through the discharge procedures. He didn’t even ask for the compensation given by the hospital for drug allergy.

If those successive accidents were man-made, he didn’t feel terrible at all. But what if they were all coincidences?

Qin Zishi dared not think anymore, but dared not go out either. He locked himself at home, relying on his assistant to take care of his daily needs.

More than half a month later, he began to find something wrong.

The assistant who was originally quite respectful to him, even somewhat flattering, actually slowly became arrogant and domineering, speaking to him viciously, being extremely impatient when doing things for him, and secretly glaring at him with disgusted eyes when free.

This disgust was not like Cang Ming’s disgust with indifference and inadvertence, as if he were just a grain of dust.

This disgust was substantial, like a fishbone in the throat, a thorn in the heart.

The assistant became more and more irritable. If things didn’t go his way, he would smash the freshly cooked food on the ground and trample it, saying he wanted to starve Qin Zishi to death.

Qin Zishi asked him if he was crazy. He was stunned, and then said faintly: “I don’t know why, I hate seeing you.”

This sentence was the most ordinary sentence. Many people say this when they are angry. Its severity is not even comparable to a curse.

But at that moment, Qin Zishi felt a despair of being sucked into a black hole and unable to break free.

He drove the assistant away in exasperation, stood in front of the mirror, and examined every inch of his skin with crazy eyes. In the dream, he could see himself entangled and swallowed by black energy, but outside the dream, he could only see a face distorted by fear, ugly and unbearable.

He smashed the mirror fiercely and ran outside.

He walked through the community, and the residents in the community avoided him one after another, and then showed disgusted expressions. They looked at him as if looking at a slimy and smelly slug.

He walked onto the street, and pedestrians on the street either covered their noses, frowned, or turned their heads away. They didn’t even want to look at him.

He walked into the company. The company employees called him President Qin, but suppressed irritable emotions on their faces. Obviously, they didn’t welcome his arrival at all.

No matter where he went, Qin Zishi was inexplicably detested.

“President Qin, you look very bad. I heard from your assistant that you have been mentally unstable recently. I’ll send you to Qingshan Hospital later. Mental illness must be treated as soon as possible.” The vice president of the company said earnestly.

He actually wanted to send Qin Zishi to the mental hospital to accompany Qin Baoer.

So God’s detest is like this…

The whole world will reject Qin Zishi, without asking for reasons, starting from the heart. He didn’t get cancer, but he became a cancer cell of this world, incompatible with everyone around him, unable to coexist.

Qin Zishi fled the company in fear, but when taking a taxi, he was taken to a very remote place by the driver and left there.

The road was remote, the night was long. Qin Zishi reached out to hitch a ride, but passing drivers all stepped on the accelerator to speed past him. He walked until the soles of his shoes were worn out, and had to call 110 as a last resort. The police didn’t send him home, but took him back to the police station, verifying his identity again and again, seeming to suspect that he was a wanted criminal.

After being interrogated in the interrogation room for several hours, the exhausted Qin Zishi finally returned home.

He lay in the bathtub trembling constantly, the high spirits on his face long gone, turned into boundless fear and despair.

He locked himself up again, living on takeout every day. Half a month later, he found that the delivery guy who delivered food to him no longer looked at him with disgusted eyes.

So, has everything returned to normal?

Qin Zishi was ecstatic, quickly changed into clean clothes, and stepped out of the door carefully.

This time, the residents in the community and the pedestrians on the street no longer looked at him with disgusted eyes. Qin Zishi was ecstatic, but when he went to the company, he realized that the situation had not improved, but had become worse.

Those hatreds all turned into ignoring.

People in the company clearly saw him, but seemed not to see him. They wouldn’t greet him, wouldn’t report the situation to him, and even completely forgot his existence.

His office was now occupied by the vice president. He walked in aggressively, questioning why the other party occupied the magpie’s nest, but the vice president just waved his hand, called the security guard, and threw this madman out.

Qin Zishi fell heavily on the ground, broke his lip, and broke his front teeth. Such a funny scene, pedestrians on the road seemed completely unable to see.

This world was still there, but Qin Zishi seemed to be gone.

Everything he owned was naturally plundered by others. The company changed its legal person, but no one thought it was strange.

He was still alive, but seemed to be dead.

Qin Zishi covered his bleeding lips and crawled up slowly, looking around at a loss. The early autumn sun still carried a trace of heat, but falling on him was as cold as a frost blade.

He was stunned for a long time before running towards the Blue Universe headquarters building like crazy.

He wanted to find Cang Ming and ask the other party why all this was happening. Clearly agreed to be a match made in heaven, why abandon him because of such trivial matters.

Really ridiculous! To a god, what are the lives of a few mortals? Someone jumping off a building, someone going blind, someone going crazy, isn’t it happening every day?

Qin Zishi ran faster and faster. Seeing that gray-blue skyscraper shining with metallic luster was close at hand, the manhole cover on the roadside suddenly loosened, causing him to fall into a dark deep pit.

Someone aside saw this scene, but looked away indifferently.

The pit was full of smelly water, mud, insects, and rats.

Qin Zishi broke a leg, and cut a hole in his forehead, causing blood to flow. He looked at the round hole above and shouted in panic and helplessness, “Save me! Someone save me!”

Shouting from day to night, and from night to day, pedestrians came and went by the well, but no one poked a head out and said worriedly: “Are you okay? I’m coming to save you.”

Waiting is the longest despair…

Qin Zishi sat paralyzed in the stinking mud, slowly starting to wail from helpless sobbing.

“Cang Ming, I was wrong! Please let me go! I was wrong!”

It turned out that Cang Ming didn’t need to say or do anything to him; just a look of disgust was enough to doom him eternally.