NOVEL NEXT Chapter 3:
Chapter 3: Can I Use It for Frequent Urination?:
“System!”
Right after Yang Lu got into his car, he spoke to the system in his mind. After slapping Lin Xiaohan earlier, the system rewarded him with 500 points and three chances to draw the lottery. He was curious to see what he could win this time.
Hopefully, it wouldn’t be something pointless like toothpaste or a toothbrush—he’d be seriously annoyed if that happened.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have won a cute nursing pad.]
“What?! A feminine product? You’ve got to be kidding.”
When Yang Lu saw his prize, he was speechless. Sure, it wasn’t a toothbrush or toothpaste, but he didn’t expect to win something meant for women.
“I’m a man, 100% male! What am I supposed to do with this?:
Yang Lu began to wonder if there was something wrong with the system.
[Host, don’t be so hasty. This isn’t an ordinary pad; it has multiple functions, including treatment, wellness, and disease prevention. If you give this to a woman you care about, it can resolve all sorts of gynecological issues.]
“Huh, I guess that doesn’t sound completely useless. But I don’t have any woman I care about right now.”
Hearing the system’s explanation, Yang Lu admitted that the pad wasn’t entirely worthless. It could heal and promote wellness. Recently, he’d been having a bit of frequent urination; maybe he should give it a try?
He quickly dismissed the idea, deciding to move on to the second lottery instead.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have won the second level Nine Yang Divine Art. Would you like to upgrade?]
“Upgrade!”
Upon hearing his prize, Yang Lu felt a wave of happiness. This upgrade would be essential for him.
After all, the Soldier King would likely hear about him slapping Lin Xiaohan and come looking for trouble.
Even with the second level Nine Yang Divine Art, Yang Lu doubted he could face that guy head-on. He needed a plan.
[Upgrade successful. One lottery draw left.]
While thinking, Yang Lu glanced at his stats and saw that the Nine Yang Divine Art had reached level 2. He felt the power inside him grow, even the air he exhaled was noticeably warmer. He was itching to test out his new strength on someone.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have won a single-use Regret Skill.]
“A Regret Skill? What’s that?”
[When activated, this skill intensifies feelings of regret by tenfold in the target. It works best on those who are already sad, but has no effect on someone who is happy. The range is 50 meters, with a duration of four hours.]
At first, when Yang Lu heard the term “Regret Skill,” he thought it might help him avoid regrets over his past actions. However, it seemed the skill worked by deepening the regret of others.
“Interesting… I wonder what would happen if I used this on Lin Xiaohan right now?”
It looked like Lin Xiaohan was crying earlier. She must be feeling quite upset. After all, she had always been treated like a treasure, admired by everyone. She’d never been treated so harshly before.
Meanwhile, back in the CEO’s office, Lin Xiaohan’s secretary finally recovered from the shock and prepared to call the police.
“It’s too much! I’m calling the police, Ms. Lin!”
Seeing her boss’s red cheek and tear-stained eyes, she was certain Yang Lu had lost his mind. There was no way he’d get away with this.
“Shut up!”
Lin Xiaohan’s sudden shout stopped the secretary cold. Lin Xiaohan bent down and picked up the gift that had fallen from its box, her hands trembling.
Only now did she understand the last words Yang Lu had spoken. This gift truly was something she didn’t deserve. It was her grandfather’s notebook that she had lost over a decade ago.
She’d regretted losing it all these years, but she never expected Yang Lu would find it for her.
At this moment, something inside Lin Xiaohan seemed to shatter, and tears began to fall uncontrollably. She realized she might have gone too far. Yang Lu hadn’t done anything wrong except care about her.
Memories began flashing in her mind like a movie reel—Yang Lu had gone to great lengths to make her happy, importing flowers from France, hiring top chefs…
As her regret intensified, she recalled his final words about never seeing her again. It felt like her heart was about to stop.
‘How could I, Lin Xiaohan, treat someone who cared about me this way? What was I thinking?!’
A slap was the least she deserved. He could’ve slapped her ten times, and it still wouldn’t have been enough! A deep, overwhelming sadness and regret filled her, nearly suffocating her.
Bang!
At this moment, the office door flew open as a young man in a security uniform stormed in.
The secretary brightened at the sight of him. It was Zhao Ritian, the head of the security team, personally chosen by Lin Xiaohan’s father. He was known as the strongest man in the company and supposedly even held 30% of its shares.
“First wife, where’s that guy? I’ll destroy him!”
Zhao Ritian was furious. He had just been informed that Yang Lu from the Yang family had slapped Lin Xiaohan.
Who was he? None other than the Soldier King, code-named Dragon King. Lin Xiaohan was the woman he had his eyes on, the one he had already claimed as his own.
And now, his beloved had been struck by some playboy? Unacceptable! He was going to make that guy pay!
Smack!
Before he could finish his sentence, Lin Xiaohan slapped him across the face, hard and loud, stunning both him and the secretary.
A shocked Zhao Ritian could only stare in disbelief as Lin Xiaohan shouted at him.
“Who do you think you are to address me like that? Now, get out!”
She felt an intense urge to kill Zhao Ritian. She had told him countless times not to call her that, but he never listened.
Honestly, if not for her father and the few problems Zhao had solved for the company, she would have thrown him out ages ago.
How dare he speak to her that way? Yang Lu’s words echoed in her mind, and her anger grew, her face turning pale.
Rubbing his cheek, Zhao Ritian’s eyes flashed with anger.
Without a word, he left the room, seething.
“Yang Lu, I’m going to make sure you’re utterly destroyed!”
Outside, his expression was murderous. He believed Lin Xiaohan had gone mad because of Yang Lu.
He shouldn’t have called her “first wife” at such a moment. Now, all that mattered was making Yang Lu suffer the consequences.
“A spoiled rich brat dared to slap my woman? I’m going to make him wish he were never born!”