The next morning's inauguration was devoid of ceremony; he was simply whisked away by the company's private vehicle to the office. At the front desk of the corporate entrance stood a receptionist—young and beautiful. Though Lin Yuhui had no desire to inhabit a woman's body, curiosity still piqued him. He circled her once, sensing her mind still preoccupied with last night's date with her boyfriend—a bit of a downer. He promptly returned to following Hunter to learn about the rest of the company.
At that moment, the administrative director was personally guiding Hunter through each department. She was a middle-aged woman with a sharp, efficient demeanor—the very picture of a career-driven powerhouse. Lin Yuhui couldn't muster any interest in her, disliking that kind of life so much she feared possessing her body might cause anxiety severe enough to disrupt her menstrual cycle. The thought made him chuckle inwardly as he studied the shrewd, piercing eyes behind her glasses.
Hunter was introduced to the company's functional departments and their heads. Lin Yuhui learned this was a gene-editing firm—apparently typical of the local tech ecosystem, which explained last night's encounters with the Catwoman and Foxwoman. But the department heads were all technical specialists. Her own expertise didn't match theirs. Possessing one of them would mean stepping into their professional roles permanently. She wasn't ready to become a tech geek, nor did her skills suit such a path.
After following Hunter around for a while, he hadn't found a better life than parasitizing the playboy. He'd just have to look for opportunities later.
Hunter, however, was in his element sitting in the CEO's chair. All traces of the humility he'd shown before his father and brother vanished, replaced by a sudden sense of competence. He began nitpicking at the documents presented to him, offering a barrage of opinions on how things should be done. Later, realizing no one paid him any mind and feeling embarrassed himself, he sulked into silence, merely signing and taking the papers away.
Fortunately, he had a broad mind and never wasted energy on self-doubt. Soon he found new amusement: sitting in his office, sipping chilled drinks while admiring the female secretaries passing by. After sitting too long, he'd wander about watering plants and tending to flowers. When he'd had too many cold drinks, he'd take out his twelve-inch tool to relieve himself. Lin Yuhui began to understand why Hunter didn't focus his energy on serious matters—it was simply playing to his personal strengths, living carefree and happy.
Lin Yuhui couldn't help but wonder: if he'd been born into such a wealthy family, would his life have been as difficult as it had been? While others were in the season of romance, he had to focus on acquiring knowledge and skills, then finding work to support himself, then saving enough money to see if he could resolve his heart condition. Yet, constrained by his own abilities and understanding, he failed to alleviate his concerns or protect his loved ones, leaving only a lifetime of regret. Yet viewed from another angle, the life script he had chosen was undeniably challenging. His existence spanned humanity's most turbulent era of transformation. Born on the eve of China's Reform and Opening Up, he witnessed the nation emerge from a century of semi-feudal, semi-colonial humiliation into a barren, backward new China. Then, within a single century, it ascended to the pinnacle of national rejuvenation, leading all of humanity into the dawn of interstellar exploration. If given the chance to choose again, he would still pick this life.
But shouldn't I compensate for the regrets of this life? After all, it wouldn't cost me anything. Yet my innate aversion to Hunter's promiscuous body repulsed me like ill-gotten gains. Truly, character shapes destiny.
During the afternoon meeting, Hunter was utterly invisible, like air. He couldn't understand a word anyone said anyway. While others debated the agenda, he admired the female secretary taking minutes across the table, blinking now, pouting then. Everyone in the company knew Hunter's background and preferred to avoid trouble, so they just laughed it off.
Sitting in his brother's corporate chair didn't make Hunter miss him. After this day, surrounded by the company's adulation, he felt only more contempt for his deceased sibling. Hmph, just a CEO? Anyone could do that job! Why did Grace look down on me? He'd have a word with her about it tonight.
Seeing Hunter's ego inflated by his new CEO title and his plans to take advantage of his sister-in-law at home, Lin Yuhui became even more determined to stick close to him for a while, secretly protecting that woman. Though Grace had nothing to do with him, he knew she was a decent woman. His instinct to protect the fairer sex was impossible to ignore. But how could he help her?
After finishing his first day of work, he returned home for another family dinner. This time, Hunter deliberately sat next to Grace, but she barely acknowledged him.
Hunter couldn't care less. “You're ignoring me? The more you ignore me, the more I'll show off how I'm making waves at the company.” He proceeded to brag about all sorts of things, real and imagined, at the dinner table. Hunter's father knew exactly what kind of person his youngest son was. He just watched coldly, listening to him talk. His mother, however, clearly doted on her youngest son. The old lady was beaming with delight, thoroughly charmed by Hunter's antics.
During the meal, George kept stealing glances at his wife, Gillian. He knew Hunter was deceiving his mother, but if this method could truly pull her out of her grief over losing a child, then so be it. Though Hunter was disappointing, he was still his son.
A deceitful little liar full of empty boasts, yet Hunter's small talk had lightened the sorrow at the dinner table considerably. Only Grace remained as silent as ever.
After dinner, Hunter chatted idly with his mother and asked for more pocket money, eager to go out and enjoy himself. As he approached the garage door, he glanced back and saw his sister-in-law standing alone on the balcony, enjoying the cool evening air. Instantly, his plans changed. It seemed the unattainable always stirred the most irresistible, almost foolish restlessness—a temptation too powerful for weak wills to resist.
Hunter approached Grace's door and gave it a push. Locked. Undeterred, he began knocking.
“Hey, Grace. Hey, Grace. Open up.”
Grace recognized Hunter's voice. After a long pause, she asked,
“Who is it?”
“Hunter. Let me in.”
“What is it?”
“Ah... something,” Just as she pondered how to respond, Hunter glanced down and saw the signed pen tucked in his pocket. An idea struck him, and he softened his tone.
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“Theodore asked me to bring you something. It even has your name on it, Grace.”
Slow footsteps approached. Moments later, the door opened, revealing half of Grace's cheek through the crack.
This time Hunter had learned his lesson. He didn't force his way in. Instead, he held out the pen and whispered,
“This belongs to you. I brought it back.”
Grace reached out to take it. Seeing the object brought back memories, and two hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she wept uncontrollably. Hunter gently stroked her shoulder, offering silent comfort. He accompanied her back to the room and sat beside her on the bed.
“Today at his company, he came back and told me to take good care of you,” Hunter said, sitting beside Grace, his hand resting on her waist as he observed her emotional state.
Here he comes again, that lying scoundrel. Grace's tear-filled eyes saw only Hunter's tender comfort, while Lin Yuhui sensed nothing but his mind filled with lustful fantasies and the raw, murky heat of his desires.
Grace searched Hunter's eyes for the affection her man had sent her from another world, while Lin Yuhui sensed that in Hunter's gaze, she was merely the prey of his lust—to possess, to ravage, to savagely flaunt his superiority over his brother. By tearing apart the woman his brother had claimed, he sought to mend the lifelong inferiority he'd felt living in his shadow.
Hunter gently pushed Grace onto the bed, brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, kissed her earlobe, and whispered,
“Grace, I'm here. I'll give you all my love,” a pretender masquerading as his brother.
Yet Grace's defenses were softening. Lin Yuhui clearly sensed her need to soothe the pain of losing Theodore, a powerful emotional impulse that demanded to fill the void, overwhelming her ability to discern truth from deception.
This was wrong, yet Grace's defenses crumbled. Hunter pressed himself against her, kissing and whispering as he effortlessly pushed aside her resisting hands.
Witnessing this, Lin Yuhui rose from Hunter's body in fury. He could have shared the experience of possessing this woman with the lecherous Hunter, but he refused to let a decent woman be defiled by such scum through deceit and taking advantage of her vulnerability.
Seeing Hunter sprawled on top of Grace, writhing like a disgusting maggot, Lin Yuhui mustered all his strength and kicked Hunter squarely in the groin.
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