Reboot the heyday

Quan Meng'er had previously learned Chinese in order to get Wang Taika to help her.

His level of understanding was so-so, but he just happened to understand that sentence. So Quan Meng'er was stunned by Wang Taika's nonsensical "physiological defect" and then realized that he was deliberately misinterpreting her words. Her anger surged up and an abnormal blush rose on her pale face.

"I meant I didn't beg you to save me!"

Wang Taika: "After a while, we'll transfer your contractual relationship, then you can die. It's not possible now, as it might affect the stock price."

Although XB Entertainment has not yet gone public.

Quan Meng'er became agitated and tried to prop herself up, but the sharp pain in her wrist and her weakness pulled her back. She could only glare at Wang Taika and say, "Can't I even decide for myself whether I die?"

“Sure.” Wang Taika crossed his legs, looking relaxed. “On the condition that you die cleanly and don’t leave me with even the slightest trouble. For example, find a remote mountain forest where nobody knows you, or just jump into the sea to feed the fish and prevent your body from surfacing. But what did you do? In the house I arranged for you, you used the razor blade from the toiletries my people prepared for you? Once you die, the house becomes a haunted house, the people who took care of you will be held responsible, and I will have to clean up the mess with the media and AOA. You call this your own decision? You call this precise poisoning, maximizing the trouble. Tsk tsk, you’re really vengeful, and your methods are quite cunning.”

"I didn't!" Quan Meng'er screamed, her voice hoarse and broken. "I just felt it was boring! It has nothing to do with you!"

"It's alright?" Wang Taika scoffed. "Then why are you looking at me like you want to devour me? Your hatred is practically overflowing. Quan Meng'er, stop fooling yourself. You hate me for locking you up, hate me for seeing through your trick of driving everyone crazy and then playing the victim. You hate me for interrupting your long, self-indulgent, painful drama. Now that you realize even death, the ultimate act, hasn't made you feel guilty, but instead, I'm sitting here mocking you, you hate me even more, don't you?"

Wang Taika's words were like poisonous thorns, precisely piercing the most hidden corners of Quan Meng'er's heart. She trembled all over, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face, not from sadness, but from the rage and shame of having her facade ripped away.

"Get out! Get out of here! I don't want to see you!"

“This is a VIP ward, I paid for it.” Wang Taika remained unmoved: “I can stay as long as I want. If you don’t want to look, you can close your eyes, or cry your eyes out a bit more, anyway, you’re the one who’s ugly. In a little while, I’ll have someone remove the toilet door. It’s not that I’m a pervert, I’m just worried you might do something rash! I’m doing this for your own good, you brought this all on yourself.”

"Ahhh!" Quan Meng'er completely broke down, grabbed the only thing she could reach, a plastic water cup, and smashed it at Wang Taika with all her might.

Wang Taika tilted his head, the water glass grazed his ear, and hit the wall behind him with a hollow sound, spilling water all over the floor. He didn't even blink. Tell me, isn't he handsome? Isn't he crazy?

"Your strength is alright, but your accuracy is a bit off," Wang Taika commented. "It seems the blood loss hasn't affected your stamina for going berserk. Good, keep it up. Hatred is also a kind of energy, better than lying here half-dead."

Quan Meng'er was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, her eyes like poisoned knives, piercing Wang Taika. She realized that no words or actions seemed to be able to shake this man in the slightest. He was like a cold, hard stone, unmoved by any storm, and even seemed to think that the commotion wasn't loud enough.

In the field of neurology, who is the true authority?

This extreme sense of powerlessness caused Quan Meng'er's manic emotions to reach their peak, after which a sense of emptiness and exhaustion began to appear.

Wang Taika observed her changes and knew that the time was almost right. He stood up, walked to the bedside, and looked down at her.

“Hate me, that’s the right thing to do.” His voice was calm and even. “Pour all your dissatisfaction with the world, your loathing for yourself, and your entanglement with all those messy things from the past onto me. Hate me to the core, hate me so much that every time you open your eyes you think about how to make me unhappy. That way, at least you’ll have a clear target: I’ll be tormenting you all the time.”

“There’s one more thing!” Wang Taika leaned down, his voice low: “Even if you hate me, there are some basic rules. First, don’t torture yourself. The more miserable you are, the more useless I think you are, even your hatred is so low-class. Second, don’t touch the other members of AOA. They are my assets now; if you touch them, you are touching my money. Third, cooperate with your treatment, get your body back in shape, and drain the water from your brain. Otherwise, I’m afraid I might really kill you.”

Wang Taika seemed to suddenly remember something: "Good news. Since you're an artist in the company and you're hospitalized, you should get more checkups. Hmm, one colonoscopy a day for a week. See you in a week. Eat more liquids during this time. I know a delicious food called douzhi (fermented mung bean juice). Okay, I'll arrange it all for you."

In the realm of torment, Wang Taika is exceptionally skilled. If he applied some of the methods he used on Xu Fanfan back then to Quan Meng'er, it would be enough to give her a hard time. Quan Meng'er stared blankly at him, her chaotic mind forced to process this utterly twisted logic, and even more absurd punishments.

"Wait, you can't do this!" Quan Meng'er simply couldn't believe what the consequences of seven consecutive colonoscopies would be.

No, the torture is real? I thought you were joking!

Wang Taika was preparing to leave.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Quan Meng'er, who was on her deathbed, sat up in shock and grabbed Wang Taika's clothes: "Don't do this, you can't do this, don't do this to me."

That's not right, you should at least comfort me a little, right?

Actually, the way to deal with someone like Quan Meng'er is simple: just one sentence—love and hate must be thorough.

The reason why leader Jimin and Kwon Moe-ah fell out was because Jimin actually meant well, but her words were somewhat hurtful. Hiding love while expressing disappointment and frustration is actually very awkward.

Most people can handle it. But there is a portion, or rather a very small portion, of people who really don't buy into it, and even particularly hate it.

Wang Taika and Quan Meng'er belong to this group. Either we're outright enemies, locked in a fierce confrontation; or you treat me well, and we can live peacefully together. Don't give me that "it's all for your own good" narrative. What right do you have to say that? Do I need your help?

See, the underlying logic is that simple.

That guy from the function left back then because he thought it would be better for both of them. And what happened? He hated Wang Taika so much, it was endless, it became his obsession.

There are quite a few people who dislike this kind of "being ruthless to you is actually for your own good" narrative. It's just that very few people would go to such extremes as Wang Taika and Quan Meng'er.

When Quan Meng'er faced Captain Jimin, she knew in her heart that she was wrong, but she still couldn't control herself and hurt each other.

There's a knot in our hearts, making it impossible to love each other. But knowing your initial intentions weren't bad, sometimes when things turn bad, we can't be ruthless enough to cut ties completely. That's the reason for the tragedy.

However, this wouldn't be the case with Wang Taika, because Wang Taika's attitude is very clear: I'm not doing this for your own good, but simply for my own good.

So as long as Wang Taika recovers, it doesn't matter whether Quan Meng'er lives or dies. This, in turn, allows Quan Meng'er to stop worrying and leave no room for maneuver, making her hate Wang Taika to the core.

But that's precisely the most awkward, disgusting, and sick thing about this kind of person.

When you truly and utterly hate someone, the more ruthless you become, the less you feel anything.

That's definitely what mental illness is like! (End of Chapter)