ITVCFITB CHAPTER 132

Chapter 132 — Extra: If This Were a Modern AU · 6 [END]

Shen Mingyun never imagined that one day he and Li Mingchun would end up trending because of a fight. He’d always pictured their names making headlines for something glamorous or joyful.

Never in his wildest dreams had he thought it would be for domestic violence.

Who was abusing whom, exactly? He couldn’t even beat Li Mingchun if he tried!

But that wasn’t the real disaster. The real blow was the exposure: his “boyfriend” was revealed to be Li Mingchun. One by one, the powerful men entangled with him unfollowed, unfriended, and even called to demand when he’d gotten together with Li Mingchun.

As if that weren’t enough, a high-definition video leaked, Shen in a hotel with another man. And the man clearly wasn’t Li Mingchun. The build didn’t match at all.

That day, the internet exploded with not only that video, but dozens of intimate photos of Shen Mingyun with different men.

Li Mingchun, stripped of his “heir” title, saw the same photos; Thus, rage consumed him.

It was Shen’s fault. Shen had pushed him into taking that project, into bedding those men for connections. Without Shen, he wouldn’t have fallen this far. Without Shen, he wouldn’t have lost everything.

No, worse, he wasn’t even considered part of the Li family anymore.

He hated Shen Mingyun. Hated his body, his shamelessness, his filth.

Seething with murderous fury, Mingchun walked into a supermarket. When he came out, a cap pulled low, he carried a plastic bag. Inside: a knife.

Meanwhile, Shen Mingyun could barely show his face. The shame was too much. He didn’t even dare order takeout for fear that reporters, buzzing like flies, would sneak in.

Inside his apartment, he frantically questioned his system. Wasn’t it supposed to cover everything up? Wasn’t it supposed to ensure he’d never be discovered no matter who he slept with?

But the photos were real. The videos were real.

His fans might fool themselves into thinking it was all fakes, all tricks of modern technology. But he knew the truth: without those men, he never would have become an “actor,” never would have ascended so fast to the title of Movie King.

He hadn’t earned it. He’d been propped up.

And those men hadn’t been drawn to him, they’d been lured by the system.

Now, when everything was collapsing, the system was… silent.

The last time he heard it was right after that fight with Mingchun, a crackle of static in his head and then nothing. No matter how he called, no matter how he begged, there was no response.

A horrifying thought took root. Could it be… gone?

Face swollen, eyes bruised, Shen panicked, just as Mingchun’s call came, telling him to open the door.

Mingchun’s voice was calm. Too calm. Not the hotheaded rage from before. Shen didn’t notice; he was too panicked himself.

He didn’t think about what it meant for a boyfriend, cuckolded a thousand times over, to show up at his door sounding so steady.

The bell rang. Shen opened the door like always.

Bloodshot eyes, veins standing out, Mingchun stepped inside. The door slammed behind him. His mouth twisted into a chilling smile.

“Shen Mingyun. You ruined me. Don’t blame me.”

Shen finally sensed the danger. “D-don’t do anything stupid! I’ll call the police!”

“Call them,” Mingchun sneered. “Go on. Call.”

He looked like a demon out of hell. He’d come for blood.

From the supermarket bag, he drew the knife.

Shen stumbled backward, straight into a crouching stool he hadn’t noticed.

The blade rose.

“Ahhhh—!”

A scream ripped from the apartment.

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That night, at eight o’clock, ambulances and police cars crowded under Shen’s building.

Li Mingchun, covered in blood, was handcuffed and shoved into a squad car. Shen Mingyun’s body, zipped into a black bag, was carried away.

Reporters lurking outside were nearly struck dumb. They hadn’t seen the murder, but they had witnessed the aftermath, the killer walking right past them.

News headlines erupted: Shen Mingyun brutally murdered by his boyfriend Li Mingchun! The grisly details, how many times the knife had fallen, only the police knew.

No one could say why it had ended this way.

Shen was dead. Mingchun would spend the rest of his life in prison.

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Luo Shuyu read the news of the two so-called “protagonists” of the last life brought low and felt no pity. Only relief.

Yes, he had been the hand behind the scandals that destroyed Shen. It was revenge, carried from the last life.

As for Mingchun? Murder had always been in his nature. Last life he’d killed in shadows; this life he killed in plain sight. Either way, the end was the same.

It was what they deserved. Too many families had been broken by the pair of them.

Li Mingjin treated it as nothing more than a piece of social news. He knew Mingchun’s true nature now, beyond doubt.

When Li Tiansheng heard, he had a stroke. He never left the hospital bed again, passing away soon after.

Not long after, Li Mingjin inherited the Li Group.

He restructured with sweeping reforms, brought in professional managers, and stepped back from the spotlight, staying behind the scenes whenever possible.

And, quietly, he married Luo Shuyu.

On their honeymoon road trip, they found a pair of abandoned twins by the roadside. They took them in, raising them as their own.

Luo Shuyu finally got his wish: to grow old hand-in-hand with Mingjin, raising their children, and living a life of quiet happiness.

—The End—

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IsitRo: Ahhhh, finally it ended! I didn’t know proofreading this story would take that long. I’m spent. If you are reading this, thank you so much. Truly. 

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