The Destiny Villainess Wants Me To Work!-Chapter 64: "Lose Kidney & Activate Golden Finger!"

Lin Fan took a step forward instinctively—

Then froze.

Because Ye Ling shot him a sharp glare. Cold and commanding.

His body reacted before his mind could.

He stopped.

For years, that look had always silenced him, like a conditioned reflex. Even now, his anger withered under it.

Tears streamed down his face as he begged, his voice trembling.

"Why him? Can he love you more than I do?"

Han Jie stepped between them, irritation clear on his face.

"Enough of this pathetic crap," he said. "Do you know what the difference between us is?"

Lin Fan stared at him blankly, confusion overwhelming everything else.

"...Hair?" he answered weakly.

Han Jie froze, "...What?"

"Our height, maybe?" Lin Fan added after a pause, his voice hollow. "You’re... kind of short."

Han Jie’s face turned crimson.

"No!" he snapped. "I mean money! Power! You’re a poor nobody! How dare you compare yourself to me?"

He sneered. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"She told me everything about you. The gifts. The flowers. You call her your girlfriend, but you haven’t even held her hand. The only reason she entertained you was that I allowed it."

He leaned in, voice dripping with malice.

"Do you know where she opens your gifts? Heh. On my bed."

Lin Fan couldn’t hold it in anymore.

All the humiliation, disbelief, and heartbreak exploded into a single reckless punch. He swung with everything he had, aiming straight for Han Jie’s face.

But Han Jie was prepared.

He tilted his head slightly and stepped aside with casual ease, as if dodging a child’s clumsy strike. Before Lin Fan could react, Han Jie’s hand shot out and clamped down on his arm like a steel vice.

"Oh?" Han Jie sneered. "Angry?"

He bent his knees slightly, twisting his waist as he drew his fist back, clearly aiming for Lin Fan’s stomach. The motion was sharp and decisive, but the difference in their heights made his aim off.

His punch landed lower than intended.

The blow slammed hard into Lin Fan’s right abdomen.

"Gah—!"

A sharp, piercing pain exploded from his kidney, far more vicious than a strike to the gut. Lin Fan’s body seized instantly, all the air driven from his lungs because of the impact, as his legs gave out beneath him. He collapsed to the ground, curling instinctively, clutching his side as waves of agony ripped through him.

Han Jie froze for half a second.

’Oops...wrong spot.’

’His kidney didn’t explode, right? Should I call an ambulance?’

A flicker of embarrassment crossed his face. He had meant to fold the guy with a clean shot to the stomach—not leave him writhing like this.

But when he saw Lin Fan shaking on the ground, face pale and drenched in cold sweat, he still didn’t forget to curse him. Han Jie’s hesitation vanished.

He straightened his clothes and looked down with contempt.

"Tch. Serves you right."

He raised his voice deliberately, making sure everyone around could hear.

"This is what you get for harassing my girlfriend."

The tone was righteous. His confident tone looked very convincing.

Murmurs spread through the small crowd that had gathered. Suspicion melted into disdain, eyes turning toward Lin Fan with open disgust.

No one questioned Han Jie.

No one helped Lin Fan.

On one side was a righteous young man with his girlfriend, who was obviously leaning towards him in fear. The other was a poor, greasy-looking creep.

People knew who to believe in.

An old woman even praised Han Jie, "Good job, young man. You should protect your girlfriend from dangerous people like this."

Han Jie grinned, "Of course, Granny."

Ye Ling also leaned closer to Han Jie, without giving Lin Fan a second glance.

Soon, they left together, and so did the others.

Because Han Jie revealed the ’truth’, not even one person stepped forward to help him. Lin Fan lay there alone, consciousness fading as rage and grief crushed him completely.

Then another sharper pain came to his mind.

*Boom*.

It was as though an invisible seal inside Lin Fan’s mind shattered.

In an instant, countless scenes surged forward like a raging flood, crashing violently into his consciousness.

Unknown memories.

Not just fragments, but an entire lifetime.

He saw himself lying on that same ground after Ye Ling walked away, mocked and abandoned. He remembered staggering home alone that night, vomiting until his throat burned, his pride crushed beyond repair.

From that day onward, everything collapsed.

Ye Ling’s betrayal became a wound that never healed. He failed his final semester, drifting through university like a corpse until even graduation slipped through his fingers.

His father, already a drunkard, spiralled completely out of control, losing money in gambling and committing a crime in a haze of alcohol and rage.

He was taken to prison, leaving behind a debt of millions.

Lin Fan remembered the endless calls from debt collectors, the threats, the humiliation. He remembered his mother—thin, exhausted, pretending everything was fine while secretly skipping meals.

Then that accident happened, which made everything even more miserable.

Rain-soaked asphalt. Screeching brakes of that Pagani. A hospital room that smelled of disinfectant and despair.

Medical bills piled higher than his head.

He ran from interview to interview. From city to city. Rejected again and again. With no background. Zero connections. No money. No dignity.

In the end, he lowered his head and crawled into a so-called company, one of those places everyone warned you about.

A black company.

697 work schedule.

From six in the morning to nine at night, seven days a week.

Endless overtime. With the pressure of meeting targets and endless abuse from the manager.

By thirty-one, his body was already ruined. Stomach disease. Liver damage. Chronic exhaustion. Sleepless nights staring at cracked ceilings.

He had no girlfriend.

No friends.

And no one to trust.

His mother died quietly in a hospital bed while he was still working overtime. His father rotted in prison.

There was no one to wait for him at home.

And finally—

Sitting on a cold office chair. Flickering fluorescent lights. A keyboard stained with coffee.

His vision blurred, and his heart gave out.

Death came to him silently.

In his last moments, he was lonely. Even his death went unnoticed. No one was there to help, just like that day by the lake, when his miserable life started.

The memories ended there.