“Tsk.”
Gu Chen flicked his hand in disgust.
“It really is completely broken.”
“What the hell is this?”
Qin Hongyi walked over and pressed the gun barrel against Su Rou’s forehead.
“An S-rank idiot? Or a nuclear bomb that could explode at any second?”
The cold gun barrel made Su Rou instinctively bare her fangs.
Her back muscles tensed, bone spurs flickering into view.
“Shh.”
Gu Chen raised a finger to his lips.
Su Rou froze instantly.
She glanced at Gu Chen, then at Qin Hongyi, and somehow forced her fangs back in.
She returned to that harmless, innocent look and even rubbed her cheek ingratiatingly against the gun barrel.
Qin Hongyi: “…”
The scene was so bizarre that even this female demon—who had weathered every kind of storm—felt a wave of physical discomfort.
“Put the gun away.”
Gu Chen turned around.
“President Qin, congratulations. Those perverted desires of yours have successfully created the perfect daughter.”
“What did you just say?”
Qin Hongyi’s eyebrows shot straight up.
“Daughter? This disgusting monster?”
“Otherwise?”
Gu Chen spread his hands with an innocent expression.
“The hardware is the Su family’s God Eater. The software is the virus code you wrote. The core instructions came from me. Isn’t this something the two of us made together?”
He pointed at Su Rou on the floor.
“In her current cognitive logic, you’re the strict father who brings pain and fear, and I’m the kind mother who supplies energy and orders… or maybe it’s the other way around? Same idea either way.”
“Gu Chen, if you want to die, just say the word.” Qin Hongyi gritted her teeth. “I’ll shoot her right now, then shoot you.”
“Don’t get impulsive. This is a treasure.”
Gu Chen wrapped an arm around Qin Hongyi’s waist and pulled her close, leaning in to whisper in her ear.
His voice dripped with the greedy calculations of a capitalist.
“The main brain may be gone, but the Eden Project remnants are still out there. The Su family, the forces backing Qin Mu, and that so-called Black Kui Mercenary Group… we’re short on manpower right now. This thing…”
He glanced at Su Rou, who was squatting on the floor trying to lick blood off the tiles.
“As long as we train her properly, she’ll be a blade with no thoughts, no sense of pain, and ceiling-level combat power. Best of all, she’s free.”
Gu Chen coaxed.
“Plus, keeping her alive is far more useful than killing her. If those old fossils in the Su family see the god they poured everything into creating end up as our guard dog, their faces will be priceless.”
Qin Hongyi fell silent.
She stared into Gu Chen’s eyes.
Those golden vertical pupils were filled with nothing but shrewd calculation.
A few seconds later, she holstered the gun and snorted coldly.
“If she ever dares to bite anyone, I’ll chop you up along with her and feed you both to the dogs.”
“Deal.”
Gu Chen snapped his fingers.
He turned to look at Su Rou.
Su Rou seemed to sense something and immediately lifted her head, eyes shining with anticipation.
“Stand up,” Gu Chen ordered.
Su Rou clumsily climbed to her feet.
Her brain reset had left her motor coordination a little off.
She wobbled as she walked, like a giant baby who had just learned how to move.
Yet the oppressive aura rolling off her was very real.
Just standing there made the air around her twist slightly—a force-field disturbance caused by her excessively high internal energy density.
“Fix your clothes.”
Gu Chen pointed at the torn white dress that barely covered anything important.
Su Rou looked down, a little lost.
Her current intelligence level made it hard for her to grasp advanced concepts like shame.
“I said fix it,” Gu Chen said, voice turning colder.
Su Rou shuddered.
She might not understand, but the obedience carved into her bones made her act at once.
She frantically tried to wrap the ripped fabric around herself, but used too much force.
With a loud rip, she tore the skirt hem that could still cover her thighs clean in half.
Gu Chen: “…”
Qin Hongyi: “…”
“Forget it.” Gu Chen rubbed his brow with a headache.
“This IQ has basically said goodbye to bicycles.”
He shrugged off his own white suit jacket—now stained with black blood and grime—and tossed it to Su Rou.
“Put this on. If you dare drop it, I’ll chop off your claws.”
Su Rou caught the jacket.
It carried Gu Chen’s scent and Qin Hongyi’s scent.
She buried her face in the fabric, took a deep breath, and an infatuated yet twisted expression crossed her face. Then she obediently wrapped the jacket around herself, bundling up like a rice dumpling.
“Let’s go.”
Gu Chen stopped looking at her and headed for the research institute’s main door.
Cloudtop Hotel, 88th floor.
Morning sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making Gu Chen’s temples throb.
He stood barefoot on the carpet, the black coffee in his hand already ice-cold.
The piercing headache was most likely a side effect of genetic evolution, but within his less-than-ten-meter perception radius, two other uncertain factors were trying to build an extremely absurd “family harmony.”
Su Rou was sprawled across the edge of the dining table, staring fixedly at a plate of runny egg.
The pitch-black lotus mark on her forehead swirled in the light, radiating a destructive aura of death.
Gu Chen set down his coffee cup.
“Can you stop lying there like a gecko?” Gu Chen looked at Su Rou, patience clearly gone.
Su Rou shuddered and immediately stood ramrod straight.
The oversized suit jacket hung crookedly on her shoulders, exposing a large expanse of skin so pale it was almost transparent.
Her gaze toward Gu Chen held none of a god’s dignity—only the look of a fledgling bird waiting to be fed.
“Hungry.” Su Rou struggled to push out the word.
“Go wash your hands and use chopsticks. If you can’t manage chopsticks, grab it with your hands. Don’t lick the plate straight with your mouth.”
Gu Chen rubbed his brow, mentally exhausted enough to quit.
This training job was more lethal than shorting Qin Corporation’s tech stocks.
This so-called God Eater now possessed ceiling-level combat power, yet her IQ had plummeted below the baseline after the brain reset.
The bedroom door opened.
Qin Hongyi stepped out wearing a dark red silk robe, neckline pulled low, long hair casually draped.
A trace of lingering excitement still gleamed in her eyes.
That excitement mostly came from the dark private desires she had unleashed in the mental world last night.
“Morning.”
Qin Hongyi walked behind Gu Chen as naturally as if this were her own living room.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder.
“Let go. It’s hot.” Gu Chen stiffened, not turning around.
“Su Rou is watching you.”
Qin Hongyi chuckled softly.
Gu Chen glanced sideways.
Sure enough, Su Rou was staring fixedly at Qin Hongyi’s hands, black mist churning in her eyes.
It was the bone-deep fear of Qin Hongyi violently clashing with her possessive craving for Gu Chen.
“Go wash up.”
Gu Chen pried Qin Hongyi’s hands off.
Right now his biggest headache wasn’t how to deal with the Eden Project remnants—it was how to survive in this sick three-person “family.”
A crazy president who treated him as private property, a violent monster who treated him as both mother figure and feeder, and he was an unlucky bastard wearing the body of a top-tier goddess while still being the crown prince of Beijing’s elite circle inside.
The post-breakfast outfit-changing session became the second collective funeral for Gu Chen’s dignity.
“Today we’re going back to Qin Corporation for the board meeting. You’ll wear this.” Qin Hongyi pulled out a set of black fitted suit paired with a skirt so short it made one want to call the cops.
“I’m not wearing a skirt today.” Gu Chen refused outright.
“That’s your choice. But you might not want that 5% of Qin Corporation shares either?”
Qin Hongyi casually untied her robe belt and began changing right in front of Gu Chen, slow and deliberate.
This near-thuggish openness made Gu Chen’s eye twitch.
What broke him most was Su Rou.
The girl learned frighteningly fast.
Seeing Qin Hongyi changing, she immediately started to take off her only suit jacket too.
“Stop right there! You squat there and don’t move!” Gu Chen growled.
The chaotic scene turned into an even more terrifying ordeal over the next ten minutes.
Gu Chen sat on the edge of the bed.
Qin Hongyi knelt on one knee between his legs, holding a pair of black stockings.
“Lift your leg,” Qin Hongyi ordered.
“I have hands,” Gu Chen reached to snatch them.
“Those murderer’s hands of yours are good for tearing, not for putting clothes on.”
Qin Hongyi accurately swatted his paw away. Her fingertips slid up along the curve of Gu Chen’s calf.
Genetic-level suppression was absolute.
Gu Chen felt half his body go numb.
That shameful physiological reaction made him want to kick this crazy woman straight off the 88th floor.
Beside him, Su Rou shuffled closer, squatting on Gu Chen’s other side.
Her two claws clumsily grabbed his other foot, trying to copy the motion.
“Master… put on shoes,” Su Rou said unclearly. The force in her hands nearly crushed Gu Chen’s ankle bone.
“Su Rou! If you use any more strength I’ll chop off your claws and feed them to the dogs!” Gu Chen gritted his teeth.
Qin Hongyi only laughed harder.
Her nails lightly scratched the back of Gu Chen’s knee, eyes filled with the sadistic pleasure of a fallen god.