I am the best.
Plain simple. There is nobody in this world who can match up to . The sooner one accepts this, the better.
The world identifies as Yang Mingshen. The one and only heir of the Yang family who was born for great destiny to beco the devil.
Because heroes are so outdated. A fact that I learned during my childhood when Mom used to narrate fairy tales to .
A devil can exist all by himself. But a hero cannot. Simply because if there is no devil, then there is no hero. And if there is no hero then there is no fairy tale for my mom to tell.
But devils are the real deal. Cunning, sly, manipulative, selfish and greedy – all the qualities that I admire.
Ahh...
That's the beauty of the devil which my Mom never understood.
She would ask, 'What did you learn from this story?' and I would say, 'I don't want to learn about soone whose whole existence depended entirely on soone else.'
Then she would punish and spank like a crazy woman.
I tell you, won are so petty at tis. She couldn't see her son admiring anything evil - the irony being she married to the epito of evilness herself, my dad.
The greatest doctor of all tis whose hands displayed pure magic as he held the scalpel and executed his flawlessness. My father wasn't the heroic doctor who acted like a benevolent God. He used his skills at a place where light never reached.
The Underworld.
The Yang family rules the Underworld with dicine. We are simply unbeatable, the very best.
So when Dad asked one day about my ambition with the age-old explanation of how I don't need to follow in his footsteps bla bla bla, I replied with a lethargic voice, "Zip it, Dad. I will be a doctor. Not like you but soone who will surpass you."
Are you kidding ?
Why wouldn't I choose to beco a doctor?
A devil who can choose to breathe your life back into you or take that last breath away from you simply on a whim. If you interest , I might think about the forr. But if you ever piss off then it will always be the latter.
Your life will be in the palm of my hands. I don't need anything more exhilarating than this feeling. The feeling of being in control. But to succeed in that colossal task, you need to be INTERESTING.
You need to make turn my eyeballs towards you or my ego won't give you a shit worth of attention. That's how I am, and I am extrely self-aware of my big ego. Brainless people will say that I am too full of myself.
But am I? Isn't it fun being too full of yourself?
I am rich. I am handso. I am intelligent.
My skills cannot be questioned. I feel proud whenever I think how perfect I am and that's a sense you only get when you are confident in yourself.
When I am endowed with so many qualities, why shouldn't I be full of myself? It's way better to be an egoistic person than impressing people with fake humility.
But with such a perfect creation like myself, it brings a question.
Who should be my life-partner?
A question with which Mom has been annoying for what feels like ages now. When I will get married is always on the tip of her tongue. But what she doesn't understand is that it's not about when I will get married but when I will cross paths with a woman worthy of my pure jade attention.
Mom has shown countless pictures till now, but each one of them always ends up in the trash.
I an, why not?
Not a single thing about those won was worth noticing. Sa status, sa makeup, sa fake smiles and the sa desire to hug a rich thigh. All shallow won.
But my mother tries to be optimistic. She hopes for to find my life partner in those pictures just like how she found Dad. But the truth is far from it.
I don't need a life partner.
I don't hold such desires. The only thing that ever interested was how the human body worked, and how I could challenge myself in the vast world of dicine to either kill or save soone.
I want to push myself beyond my limits and gain the ultimate supremacy. I want to stand above everyone in my field of expertise. This is how I was ever since I held a scalpel for the first ti.
So love? Romance? I don't need those things because that is not as interesting as controlling soone's lifeline like a puppet string.
Then why am I interested in Spicy?
Song Jia aka the nickna I gave her - Spicy.
A courageous cop, who worked as a spy in the Mafia King's family.
The woman the Mafia King once injured with his bullet and for whom I took the sa bullet out from her chest.
The woman whose heart I had literally touched and saved.
The woman who was supposed to be dead but wasn't, thanks to the miraculous surgery by a certain handso devil.
Why am I following her everywhere if I have no desire for romance?
Because she holds my interest and that is not the sa as love. I keep bugging Spicy simply because she had the balls to threaten in my own kingdom.
She had the nerve to point that glass shard at my neck. She had the guts to seriously challenge when she had just woken up from her six month long coma herself.
She was clearly physically unprepared to beat in any fight. Circumstances were in no way in her favor, yet she showed the spirit of wanting to defeat the devil in his own Underworld.
Should I say she is brave? Or stupid?
Or maybe both?
But one thing was clear.
She was a far more suitable candidate to keep by my side as compared to those mannequin won in the pictures. She is the perfect woman to kill as my back-up plan from boredom.
My relationship is limited to only until the ti she can entertain because you know how entertainnt is really becoming scarce these days with so many not so bright people occupying the space on earth.
In a way, entertainnt is what makes like her. I like her because of the thrill she makes feel by being in her company. She ets my needs. For now. She is such a version of herself that amuses and I am comfortable with. The mont she ceases to be such is when I will discard her simply because she won't hold any rit anymore.
Will so fools think that I am cruel? Hardly.
Relationships are based on give and take and after all.
Selfless love doesn't exist. You give sothing to your partner and he or she gives you the appropriate exchange in return. That's all there is to love.
Why does that idiot Mafia King Zhao Wei loves his wife so much?
Because she was the first woman to introduce the concept of feelings to him. It's that experience of emotions she gave him that made him so loyal to her.
Little Chilli or his wife, Zhao Lihua.
She liked that idiot Mafia King because of his face first which is a natural response towards any beautiful specin. Then she loved him more because of his strong loyalty.
But his loyalty was in exchange of what little chili gave him in the first place. If not for that, he wouldn't have even looked at her.
My interest in Spicy is just like that exchange. And now is the ti to have so fun.
"B-Boss...where are you going?" My able but crybaby assistant, Lu Bojing asked .
He is capable, intelligent but sheds too many tears to my taste.
Exiting my office, I smiled and flicked on his forehead.
"To where my entertainnt is~"
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