The Villains All Fell in Love with Me After Rebirth : Chapter 60 - Blackmail

January 23, 2025 Oyen 0 Comments

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Chapter 60: Blackmail

 

Ji Ling strode forward, and the soldiers before him attempted to stop him. He furrowed his brows and barked coldly, “Out of my way! Who do you think you are to dare block me?”

 

The soldier froze momentarily, only to hear Carlos's calm voice, “Stand down.”

 

The soldiers quickly stepped aside, bowing their heads respectfully.

 

Carlos stood where he was, watching as the boy walked toward him step by step. Those beautiful blue eyes, blazing with fury he had never seen before, burned bright like a roaring fire.

 

So I wasn’t wrong that day. It really is Ji Ling.

 

But even now, when you're right before me, you still refuse to let me discover you. You hate me that much... yet for this deceitful traitor, you're willing to come back to my side.

 

Carlos's thin lips pressed tightly together, his deep eyes brimming with dark turmoil—jealousy, like a venomous snake, coiled tightly around his heart.

 

Wen Yan stared at Ji Ling in shock. Struggling to stand, his once composed and calm demeanor shattered. Emotions surged in his gaze—bitterness, pain, sadness. He parted his lips and spoke in a hoarse, pained voice, “You shouldn’t have come back…”

 

To return just to save someone like me... it's not worth it.

 

Ji Ling looked at Wen Yan, his expression was resolute and his eyes unwavering. He said firmly, “I don’t need you to sacrifice your life for me. I don’t need anyone to give up their life for me.”

 

Wen Yan stared at him, dumbfounded. His lips trembled slightly, but for a long moment, no words came out.

 

This is the boy he loves. The boy has always been like this—willing to stand up for others, even for someone like him, or for people who have no connection to him. Wen Yan couldn’t bear to face such a boy and tell him to be selfish or cold-blooded. He knew it would be futile...

 

And it would be an insult to the boy.

 

Carlos, observing the scene, suddenly curled his lips in a mocking smile and said, “How touching.”

 

Ji Ling turned his cold gaze on him.

 

Carlos's eyes softened, though hidden within was an almost imperceptible cruelty. Jealousy gnawed relentlessly at his heart as he slowly said, “I truly didn’t expect you’d let yourself be so easily deceived by this despicable man and willingly return for him.”

 

Ji Ling retorted, “What do you mean?”

 

Carlos chuckled lightly, his lips curving in a sarcastic smirk. “Do you really think the exposure of your assassination attempt on Ning Yu in your last life was just an accident?”

 

Ji Ling froze.

 

Wen Yan’s face instantly changed. He shouted sharply, “Shut up!”

 

Carlos looked at the now visibly distressed Wen Yan and sneered. This vile fraud had exploited the boy’s kindness and softness repeatedly.

 

Last life, this life—it’s always been the same.

 

Even though I’ve wronged him too, why is it that he gets to have the boy’s love and concern?

 

Why is it that I am only met with disgust and fear?

 

You need to see this man for who he truly is.

 

Carlos smiled coldly as he locked eyes with the boy and mercilessly revealed, “Someone as calculating as Wen Yan... how could he possibly make such a rookie mistake? He did it on purpose, just so he could drag you down from your high perch as a noble, leaving you hated and exiled... making you desperate, and then swooping in at your lowest point to claim you as his own—just like he’s done this time.”

 

Lowering his voice, Carlos leaned closer to Ji Ling's ear and chuckled, “He's been deceiving you all along. To get you, he betrayed you and hurt you. This is the kind of person you’re saving.”

 

Ji Ling's eyes widened in shock. What was Carlos going to say? Oh, it was just this old issue again? I already knew about that!

 

Wait a minute—what I didn’t get was Wen Yan's motivation back then, but now I know. Turns out his actions in my last life were because he wanted to possess me?

 

Wow, that’s some seriously twisted love!

 

But Ji Ling quickly regained his composure. This lifetime's Wen Yan seems to have genuinely turned over a new leaf, right?

 

See? They’re both villains, but at least Wen Yan knows how to start afresh and redeem himself. Why can’t you figure that out?

 

Feeling exasperated at this thought, Ji Ling coldly sneered, “How do I know you’re telling the truth? You’ve lied to me plenty of times before. Aren’t you the real deceiver here?”

 

Carlos's thin lips pressed together, and he stared fixedly at Ji Ling.

 

Ji Ling met his gaze head-on, unwavering, and said slowly, “Even if what you say is true, I no longer care.”

 

Wen Yan, who had been despairing since Carlos started speaking, suddenly lifted his gaze and stared at Ji Ling in disbelief.

 

From the moment Carlos revealed the truth, Wen Yan had resigned himself to Ji Ling's inevitable disappointment. He knew he couldn't defend his actions from the past life. Even being hated... was his just punishment.

 

This day was bound to come eventually.

 

Lies are always uncovered in the end.

 

But what did the boy just say? That he no longer cares?

 

Wen Yan’s chest heaved violently as he stared at Ji Ling, his eyes filled with turmoil. You… does this mean you’ve forgiven me?

 

Carlos, hearing these words, clenched his hands at his sides. His expression cracked, a trace of anguish cutting through his perfect façade. Pain, sharp as razor-thin blades, relentlessly sliced through him, leaving bloody wounds on his cold, hardened heart.

 

Why?

 

Why can you forgive him, but not give me a chance?

 

That despicable man, that shameless schemer—what makes him worthy of your forgiveness?!

 

Seeing the icy hatred suddenly rise in Carlos’s eyes, so terrifying it seemed to want to destroy everything, Ji Ling finally began to feel afraid. Worried that Carlos might take out his rage on others and kill Wen Yan on the spot, he anxiously said, “You’re not allowed to kill him or harm anyone on this planet! And don’t even think about finding Ning Yu here—he’s already gone!”

 

Carlos’s rationality returned just a fraction as he looked at the boy’s anxious eyes. He’s so worried about Wen Yan, so worried about everyone here...

 

Carlos took a deep breath and said, “So you were the one who saved Ning Yu.”

 

Ji Ling replied, “Yes.”

 

Carlos suddenly burst into laughter. It was bitter, mocking laughter. You know... the person you saved this time—do you even realize what they’ve done to you?

 

Again and again, you save those who’ve hurt and betrayed you.

 

Is there anyone in this world more foolish than you?

 

And yet, ironically, it’s exactly this foolishness that I love.

 

Ji Ling watched Carlos laughing wildly, finally dumbfounded: [System... has he lost his mind?]

 

The system paused briefly: [I don't think so...]

 

Ji Ling: [Then why is he laughing?]

 

System: [Maybe he thinks you're a naive sweetheart?]

 

Ji Ling: [If you can't say anything useful, just shut up :) ]

 

System: Aren't you the one who asked me to speak? And now you don't like the truth?

 

The system felt wronged. The system was sad.

 

Carlos, gazing at the young man before him, studied his face intently. This was the one he loved deeply.

 

Pain, as if from a thousand cuts, gnawed at his heart, yet his lips curved into a cool smile. He raised Ji Ling's chin with a finger, lightly brushing his thumb over the boy's lips. His voice, low and magnetic, carried a husky quality. “You certainly dare to come back, but... what makes you think I'll agree to your demands?”

 

Carlos watched the anger flash in Ji Ling's widened eyes. His brown pupils were cold and indifferent. As he continued slowly, his tone was laced with mockery. “You deceived me, betrayed me, and yet you think I'll keep indulging you?”

 

Hearing Carlos' initial words, Ji Ling almost panicked, but the more critical the situation, the calmer he became. In a flash, he realized there was still a chance.

 

Carlos was cunning and calculating, embodying many traits of a villain. Yet unlike stereotypical antagonists, he didn’t talk excessively.

 

The way he ordered Wen Yan’s death without hesitation proved it—Carlos didn’t waste time on meaningless chatter. He knew there was no useful information to be gained from Wen Yan.

 

He was calm and decisive, sparing with his words, and acted without hesitation or unnecessary delay—unlike those villains in TV dramas who love to prattle on endlessly, as if afraid others won’t understand their inner struggles.

 

Carlos wasn’t like that. He was ruthless and decisive, always quick to act, and he never liked revealing his thoughts.

 

But now, he was rambling at Ji Ling.

 

This wasn’t typical behavior for Carlos. Every word he spoke had a purpose. The fact that he didn’t outright kill Ji Ling suggested there was still hope! If he were truly as cold and heartless as he claimed, why bother talking at all? He could’ve simply killed him with a single blow.

 

Tsk tsk tsk. Ji Ling’s confidence grew as he thought this through.

 

He believed he had seen through the old fox. No matter how cold or ruthless Carlos acted, deep down, he still cared. He was too proud to admit it, though, and was probably trying to scare Ji Ling into submission.

 

Hehe!

 

Ji Ling raised his brows, his gaze icy as he opened his mouth slightly. “Wouldn’t you?”

 

He watched as Carlos's pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze cold and indifferent. Yet, far from showing any fear, he slowly revealed a mocking smile. “As long as you agree to my terms, not only will I return with you, but I'll also agree to marry you. So, what do you think of this deal?”

 

Wen Yan struggled again, fresh blood gushing from his wounds, staining half of his body crimson. Hoarsely, he cried out, “You can't marry him!”

 

Ji Ling paid no attention to Wen Yan, keeping his gaze fixed on Carlos. “Well? What’s your answer?”

 

Carlos's face seemed cloaked in frost, his words squeezed out through clenched teeth: “Do you even know what you're saying?”

 

Every time he thought this boy was heartless enough, Ji Ling would find a way to be even more ruthless, stabbing him deeper in the heart.

 

You’re willing to abandon everything you once wanted to escape, all for someone else.

 

You’re willing to marry me, not because you care, but for another man.

 

You know I love you, and you keep exploiting my love as a weapon to threaten and hurt me.

 

You’re fearless because you know I won’t refuse you.

 

Calling you foolish? Sometimes, you’re frighteningly clever.

 

Ji Ling took a deep breath, catching the dark glint in Carlos’s eyes, and smirked. “Of course, I know exactly what I'm saying.”

 

Carlos closed his eyes, letting out a low chuckle after a moment.

 

Fine, so you’ve figured it out. Go ahead. My love is something I give willingly. Do with it what you will.

 

As long as you stay by my side, nothing else matters.

When Carlos opened his eyes again, they were void of emotion, showing only an indifferent smile. That smile concealed all his pain, bitterness, and jealousy. A man like him needed neither pity nor sympathy.

 

Carlos smiled faintly. “In that case, you must understand what awaits you when you come back to me…” His lips curved elegantly as he gazed at Ji Ling with a soft tenderness. “I can spare his life, but how will you thank me for that, my dear fiancée?”

 

Those last words carried a distinct, teasing undertone, his voice rising subtly at the end.

 

Ji Ling felt puzzled. I’ve already agreed to marry you—what more is there to express?

 

How am I supposed to thank you?

 

Carlos looked at the confusion in the boy’s eyes, a flicker of affection flashing through his gaze. In a gentle voice, he said, “You’ve never voluntarily kissed me before.”

 

Ji Ling: “...”

 

So, all that talking was just for a kiss?

 

He looked at the man before him, always so elegant, gentle, and composed. For some reason, he suddenly felt a twinge of pity. But—he would never forgive this villain who so easily threatened others’ lives! Using someone else's life to coerce me, and you want me to kiss you?!

 

Ji Ling let out a cold laugh. “Fine.”

 

He rose onto his tiptoes. Unable to reach due to their height difference, he simply hooked an arm around Carlos’s neck. With blazing eyes fixed on Carlos, he leaned in, took a deep breath—and bit down hard on Carlos’s cool lips!

 

The taste of blood filled the space between their lips. He used all his strength and managed to leave a small cut on Carlos’s lips, nearly hurting his own teeth in the process.

 

But at least he succeeded. Ji Ling gave Carlos a defiant look.

 

To his surprise, Carlos didn’t react angrily. In fact, there wasn’t even a trace of fury in his eyes. Instead, he gazed at Ji Ling calmly and softly, even smiled slightly… then wrapped an arm around Ji Ling’s waist and kissed him fiercely!

 

Ji Ling struggled to break free, but it was no use. He was trapped, left breathless and almost suffocating from Carlos’s kiss.

 

The man lightly licked away the blood on the boy’s lips and let out a satisfied, low chuckle. “So passionate—how flattering.”

 

Ji Ling was about to explode with anger! Open your eyes and look properly—does this look like passion to you?

 

Careful, or I’ll bite you to death!

 

Despite his fury, Ji Ling hadn’t forgotten his main goal. His chest heaved as he steadied himself and said coldly, “I’ve fulfilled your request. Now, keep your promise.”

 

Carlos held the boy tightly in his arms, gently nuzzling Ji Ling’s soft hair with his chin. A doting smile spread across his face. “Of course. When have I ever broken a promise to you?”

 

He finally lifted his gaze and looked disdainfully at the heavily injured Wen Yan, a mocking smile curling his lips. “Actually, I should thank you today—”

 

Wen Yan glared back at him, eyes bloodshot and filled with rage.

 

Carlos smiled faintly. “If it weren’t for you, how would Xiao Ling ever be willing to come back to me?”

 

Suddenly, Wen Yan yanked the knife from his shoulder, his eyes flashing with ruthless determination, and lunged at Carlos!

 

But before he could get close, a gunshot rang out, and he was shot down again.

 

Ji Ling was stunned, his expression shifting as he struggled desperately again.

 

Carlos’s arm was gentle yet unyielding, effortlessly subduing the boy’s resistance. He smiled. “It’s fine. He won’t die—I’m sparing his life for your sake.”

 

This way, you’ll naturally behave, won’t you?

 

Wen Yan lay on the ground, desperately wanting to rise, to kill Carlos, to tear him to pieces.

 

But he couldn’t even move a single finger.

 

At that moment, he felt utterly powerless—more so than in his previous life. It was more despairing, more painful…

 

Because he could only watch helplessly as another man took the boy he loved because of him.

 

He would rather die than witness this scene.

 

Yet he could do nothing.

 

………………

Ji Ling was taken aboard Carlos’s starship. Countless soldiers boarded their aircraft and departed, leaving the small town to return to its usual calm. But the fear that gripped the hearts of the people did not dissipate.

 

No one would forget the suffocating terror of the past few days.

 

Ji Ling had assumed Carlos would take him back to the Emperor Star, but to his surprise, Carlos didn’t. Instead, they headed to the Sosa System, arriving on its main planet.

 

After thinking it over, Ji Ling understood why. It seemed Carlos had completely fallen out with Jing Sui.

 

He had a basic understanding of this world and knew a bit about the Sosa System.

 

The Empire’s territory spanned hundreds of star systems, ranging from obscure and impoverished systems like the Mohr System, dominated by commoners, to powerful and renowned ones like the Sosa System, ruled primarily by nobles.

 

The Sosa System was vast, ranking as the fourth-largest system in the Empire. It was the hereditary domain of Carlos’s family, passed down for thousands of years. In essence, this was Carlos’s true stronghold.

 

Here, he had his armies, his subordinates, and his subjects. On this planet, Carlos was king.

 

While Carlos held a high position on the Emperor Star as well, it was ultimately the Empire’s capital, and its military forces answered to the Imperial family. If he had completely severed ties with Jing Sui, staying in the Imperial Capital would be dangerous.

 

Jing Sui might stop at nothing to act against him.

 

But the Sosa System was different. Generations of the Carlos family’s management had made it an impregnable fortress, filled with loyal followers.

 

The fact that Carlos brought him here indicated that his conflict with Jing Sui had reached an intense climax, Ji Ling mused thoughtfully.

 

In the past few days, Ji Ling had naturally shown Carlos nothing but a cold face. However, he also refrained from pointless resistance. There was no use in rebelling, and compliance was better than risking this crazed villain taking his anger out on others.

 

Besides, what was the big deal about marriage? What was so scary about sex with a man?

 

What’s there to be afraid of?

 

Ji Ling told himself, wasn’t there an old saying? Life is like being forced—if you can’t resist, you might as well enjoy it.

 

And honestly, this old guy was good-looking, and his skills were probably decent. With such a fine appearance, why not just lie down and make the best of it?

 

Haha. As a grown man, why should he fear such things?

 

He is already a grown man!

 

As for whether he might actually be into men, Ji Ling decided to leave that depressing thought for later.

 

Life is too short to waste on making oneself miserable. Better to go with the flow and take it easy.

 

He could deal with whatever came his way.

 

The starship descended into the atmosphere of the Sosa System’s main planet. Carlos took Ji Ling’s hand as they boarded a smaller craft and landed in front of a massive and magnificent palace.

 

Ji Ling was somewhat surprised. This palace… was no less impressive than Jing Sui’s palace on the Emperor Star!

 

Carlos gazed tenderly at the boy beside him and said, “Do you like it? From now on, you will be its master.”

 

Ji Ling felt uneasy, so his words carried a hint of sarcasm. With a mocking laugh, he said, “The palace on the Emperor Star looks pretty good too, and His Majesty seemed quite happy for me to be its master.”

 

Carlos's expression froze for a moment before returning to normal. He smiled faintly. “You certainly know how to upset me.”

 

Ji Ling sneered. “You're too kind.”

 

Carlos chuckled softly but said no more. Holding Ji Ling's hand, he led him into the palace. The opulent architecture, intricate sculptures, and lush gardens evoked grandeur and elegance. 

 

Servants and guards moved about, bowing respectfully as they passed.

 

Carlos brought Ji Ling to a central white building. The floors of the corridors were inlaid with gemstone-like white jade. As they walked, Carlos said, “This is my private quarters. From now on, you’ll live here.”

 

Ji Ling ignored him entirely.

 

Carlos didn’t seem to mind. He pushed open the doors in the middle of the corridor, revealing a luxurious bedroom. Thick carpets covered the floor, a large bed stood at the center, and sheer curtains swayed gently in the breeze.

 

Ji Ling’s expression stiffened, and he thought to himself, Here we go.

 

The next moment, he felt his body lifted off the ground as the man carried him and laid him down on the soft bed. A cool kiss suddenly landed on his lips.

 

Ji Ling was silent for a moment, then closed his eyes.

 

Carlos kissed the boy tenderly, his fingers brushing through soft golden locks. One hand clasped Ji Ling’s chin as he chuckled lowly near his ear. “Although there were some unexpected twists, the outcome hasn’t changed. Our wedding will still proceed as planned.”

 

“Don’t worry, even here, I’ll give you the grandest wedding.”

 

“And no one will interrupt us.”

 

The boy kept his eyes tightly shut, as if he hadn’t heard anything, his body trembling slightly with suppressed emotion.

 

Carlos’s eyes reflected deep affection, mingled with unspoken pain. The boy’s compliance cruelly reminded him that it wasn’t for him—but for another man, or perhaps for the sake of some lowly commoners.

 

I can treat you well too. I can be patient with you. Whatever Wen Yan can give you, I can give as well…

 

But sadly, you don’t want that.

 

Carlos closed his eyes, embracing and kissing the person in his arms. Only in this way could he feel that Ji Ling was real and present, not like some illusion that could vanish at any moment.

 

Ji Ling felt his collar being undone, and his face flushed as he bit his lip to stifle any sound.

 

Even though he’d mentally prepared himself on the journey here, now that it was really happening, he couldn’t help feeling ashamed and uneasy.

 

The system’s voice sounded worried: [Are you really okay with this?]

 

Ji Ling, feigning indifference, sneered: [What could possibly go wrong? It’s just… this. I’ve never eaten pork, but I’ve seen pigs run. Do you think I’m scared of him?]

 

The system hesitated, recalling how its host had been reduced to tears by a mere kiss not long ago. Now, the same host was putting on the bravado of someone unfazed. It suddenly felt a strange sense of awe.

 

It was as if it was witnessing the gradual transformation of a timid straight man, powerless against fate, into someone resigned to his newfound circumstances…

 

The system sighed and comforted him: [You’re a brave little man.]

 

Ji Ling snapped: [Drop the “little”—I’m a grown adult!]

 

System: [......]

 

Ji Ling: [A true warrior dares to face life’s bleak realities.]

 

System: [......]

 

Ji Ling: [You’ll see—you’ve underestimated me all along!]

 

The system found itself reflecting on its past judgments. Watching its host’s brave and fearless demeanor, it felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. Perhaps it really had underestimated him. Its host was indeed capable of courage!

 

Its admired its host very much!

 

Ji Ling, feeling he’d thoroughly impressed the system, reassured himself. I have my pride. If I can’t escape this, why humiliate myself further by chickening out?

 

You can break my body, but you can’t break my spirit!

 

Distracted by these errant thoughts, Ji Ling suddenly brushed against something.

 

He instinctively opened his eyes and looked down.

 

Ji Ling: ???

 

Ji Ling: !!!

 

Suddenly, he shoved Carlos away and frantically scrambled backward, his face turning deathly pale with terror!

 

The system was utterly baffled. What happened? Wasn’t the host all brave and unflinching just now?

 

Wasn’t he not scared at all?

 

The system panicked:[Host, what’s wrong? What happened?]

 

Ji Ling: [I… I don’t think I can do this QAQ!]

 

System: [?]

 

Ji Ling: [His, his, his ‘thing’! Why is it different from mine?!]

 

System: [What do you mean?]

 

Ji Ling: [Why is his ‘thing’ so big?!]

 

System: [......]

 

Ji Ling: [I thought it’d be about the same as mine!]

 

System: [......]

 

Ji Ling: [No! I can’t do this! I overestimated myself! If I get impaled by that thing, I’ll definitely die—a horrible death QAQ!]

 

System: [......]

 

Ji Ling: [I don’t want to die ahhhh!]

 

Ji Ling burst into tears, looking at Carlos with terror in his eyes. Hugging himself, he screamed, “Don’t you dare come any closer!”

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