Chapter 29
by GideonChapter 29: The Puppet Master – 5
For the first time in his life, Tu Jin was so furious that he couldn’t even get a word out. His hands trembled more violently than those of an elderly person in their eighties or nineties. Yet despite shaking so badly, he still tried to raise one hand and point at the little puppet, desperately hoping to awaken her sense of guilt.
Unfortunately…
The little puppet clearly didn’t possess such a thing as a conscience, nor did she understand what Tu Jin was actually trying to convey.
Not only did she feel no guilt whatsoever, she even thought she had done an absolutely fantastic job.
“Big brother, look! I didn’t lie to you!”
She immediately grabbed Tu Jin’s trembling finger and turned toward the doorway, looking sincerely at “Qing Guizhu.” At the same time, with her other hand behind her back, which was facing Tu Jin, she even gave a thumbs-up, praising Tu Jin’s acting skills in pretending to be an idiot.
Tu Jin, whose acting relied entirely on genuine emotion rather than any actual technique: …
His expression immediately darkened, becoming so gloomy that it looked as though water might drip from his face.
At that moment, Tu Jin once again slipped effortlessly into his familiar state of regret.
Wasn’t it just a suite?
So what if he’d given it away? So what if he’d gifted it to her? After all, she was the game’s only Puppet Master. He could simply consider it an investment in a friendship.
Why had he even gone looking for her in the first place?
If he hadn’t gone looking for her, he wouldn’t have obtained this little puppet.
If he hadn’t obtained this little puppet, he wouldn’t have brought her to the restaurant.
If he hadn’t brought her to the restaurant, that flirtatious fox wouldn’t have offered three trillion in exchange for the little puppet.
If that flirtatious fox hadn’t offered three trillion for the little puppet, and the little puppet hadn’t overheard it, she wouldn’t have taken the fox’s side.
If the little puppet hadn’t taken the fox’s side, he wouldn’t have needed to spend so many points on her.
And if he hadn’t spent so many points on her, he wouldn’t have ended up in this miserable situation, being called an idiot to his face by the very little puppet he’d spoiled!
Countless complaints kept running through his mind. Tu Jin gradually became disillusioned with life, increasingly resigned to his fate, and slowly…
“…Big brother, do you really want to play with an idiot?”
The little puppet, who had been chattering away nonstop, had finally reached the end of her speech.
Her question was so sincere, and she even emphasized the word idiot.
In that instant, it struck Tu Jin’s ears like a bolt of thunder, instantly dispersing every trace of gloom in his mind.
Idiot. Idiot. Idiot…
The moment he came back to his senses, Tu Jin’s fists clenched.
Disillusioned with life?
Resigned to his fate?
To hell with that!
He wasn’t resigned to anything. He was absolutely FURIOUS!
You’re the idiot! You’re the damn stupid puppet!
With the veins on his forehead practically throbbing, Tu Jin grabbed the little puppet by the wrist and yanked her behind him, stepping forward to face the “Qing Guizhu” standing at the doorway himself.
As the saying goes, discipline your son in front of others, but teach your wife in private.
He could deal with the little puppet later. With an outsider present, he would at least save her some face!
But as for the culprit responsible for making the little puppet behave this way…
“If you’re a man, then show me your real face.”
Tu Jin’s expression was cold, his voice laced with murderous intent. His gaze was clear and sharp, radiating a bone-chilling coldness. His words were perfectly coherent, leaving absolutely no resemblance to an idiot.
“What’s the point of bullying the weak? If you want someone to play with, how about a round with me?”
The little puppet, who had been dragged behind him: …?
Her face turned deathly pale.
What kind of useless teammate was this?!
Even her own spectacular performance couldn’t save this idiot of a teammate!
“Big brother, listen to me, let me explain…”
“Shh—”
With nothing more than a slight lift of his hand and an index finger placed against his lips, the little puppet completely lost her ability to speak.
The “Qing Guizhu” at the doorway didn’t spare the little puppet another glance. Instead, he looked at Tu Jin standing before him, who seemed ready to hold the line against an entire army single-handedly, with a faint hint of interest in his eyes.
“You want to see my real face?”
The corners of his lips gradually stretched into an exaggerated, malicious grin.
“Then why don’t you tear it off yourself and take a look—”
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