“An heir to a mega-conglomerate… not bad,” Qin Cheng murmured from the edge of the bed, his dark eyes fixed intently on the ceiling as if lost in thought.

The sterile, nerve-wracking hospital room was gone. In its place stood a lavish bedroom draped in sleek silver-white elegance.

Naturally, Qin Cheng had zero intention of meekly obeying the original owner’s parents and staying hospitalized.

First, he never took orders.

Second, to his past self, a few broken ribs felt as trivial as losing a few strands of hair.

Still, this wasn’t his old body. The injuries left him slightly hobbled.

Yet his mind fixated far more on this world’s knowledge—a revelation that thrilled him, yet stirred a faint trace of disgust.

Order reigned everywhere. Rule of law was universal. Laws restrained all manner of **, forcing everyone to act human.

A stark contrast to his former world of survival of the fittest.

He’d pondered much—but never why he’d been reborn into this lazy, good-for-nothing vessel.

For a madman, being alive was enough. Reasons? He didn’t care.

His focus sharpened on the man who’d beaten the original owner—the one with a 【Protagonist】 tag hovering above his head.

Strangely, only Qin Cheng saw it. He’d subtly nudged others to look. No one could.

*Interesting…*

Glancing at the mirror, he spotted his own tag reflected:

【Failed Villain】(A clueless stepping stone, destined to be fed to the protagonist.)

*Villain?*

Amusing. He’d lived a lifetime as one before.

Seemed the title had a certain affinity for him.

Lost in thought, he didn’t notice the door creak open softly. A petite figure peeked in.

“Young Master Qin, time to eat?”

An adorably soft voice chimed in, her slight accent lending a sweet, childish lilt.

It was the hospital nurse—now in a long-skirted maid outfit. Her delicate, doll-like features and earnest expression gave her genuine maid charm.

Her name: Liu Hanmiao. A silly yet endearing name.

Qin Cheng had “recruited” her on a whim. She’d refused at first—until he said *ten thousand a month*. She’d followed without a second thought.

“What’d you make?”

“Something delicious.”

“What kind?”

“My favorite kind.”

“Never mind. Help me up. I’m actually hungry.”

“Okay~”

…

…

*Huff…*

At the round table, Qin Cheng leisurely ate an array of delicacies. A faint glimmer lit his dark eyes.

*How is this world’s food so ridiculously good?*

Compared to this, his past meals felt like garbage.

He dabbed his lips with a napkin and glanced at the little maid still eating beside him. “Hanmiao,” he murmured, “how’s the task coming?”

The maid froze mid-bite—chopsticks hovering, a slice of beef slipping back onto the plate. She set her utensils down, wiped her cherry-red lips, raised a tiny hand, and answered: “Mm! All checked.”

“Yu Zhe appears to be a recent transfer student. But I found zero records of him attending any prior school. He’s completely off the grid.”

“Likely someone with no official history. Probably brought in by Qingli University’s president—the one Young Master Qin attends.”

She spoke with earnest seriousness, tiny hand still raised.

A flicker of interest sparked in Qin Cheng. A faint smirk touched his lips.

Qingli University? Decent, but beneath his notice.

The real detail: the campus beauty the original owner tried to force himself on was Cheng Yu An. The university president was Cheng Du. Father and daughter.

*Could barely call them minor bigwigs.*

Cheng Yu An’s looks and figure truly lived up to her title—undeniably stunning.

And if the original owner’s memories were accurate… she shared an ambiguous connection with 【Protagonist】 Yu Zhe.

*Now that’s interesting.*

A thought sparked in Qin Cheng’s mind:

Time to play.