241 Chapter 240: The CEO’s Wife (2/2)

Then tragedy struck. The young man's family fell into bankruptcy during an economic recession. The corporation that belonged to their family collapsed, and they lost everything. Even as fair-weather friends and ex-business partners left the family to their own ruin, the young woman supported the young man. Despite him being penniless, the young woman continued to love him, and they eventually got married. For a time, they lived off the young woman's income from painting, but the young man was determined to set up his own business and succeed.

He eventually achieved what he wanted, and set up a small family-run café. Though he would never reach the heights of his family's corporation from years ago, he was happy and earned a comfortable enough income. While serving coffee and pastries, he would place his wife's paintings up the walls of his café for his customers to appreciate. Even though they no longer lived the rich, luxurious lives of the wealthy elite of CEOs, the couple were happy, and they ended up having children. Children who were brought up with love, rather than just being there as plot devices to tie a couple in conflict together and create stupid drama.

And so the couple grew old together, watched their children grow up, continued to run their café and lived happily ever after.

”…that's how you should write a romance story.” I finished my tale with a flourish. Okay, the plot wasn't perfect, but I did my best to add difficulties and challenges for the couple to overcome – obstacles that did not involved idiotic love affairs with famous movie stars, NTR, or jealous family members/friends trying to plot the downfall of the main characters over the most inane reasons ever. I had tried to come up with a sweet, heartwarming romantic tale that everyone could enjoy without gnashing their teeth over what an awful piece of shit the male lead was.

To my surprise, Song Ting Yu's eyes were glazed over. Surprise flashed across her beautiful eyes and a hint of fear appeared deep within her brilliant pupils.

”Er…” I began, not knowing what had just occurred.

Apparently, when I seized control of her illusion and began to forcibly rewrite the narrative to fit my tastes (come on, do you readers beyond the fourth wall honestly enjoy reading about toxic relationships and abusive CEO male leads?), the torrent of memories that she had imprinted in my head by way of illusion and reversed their flow and poured back into her head.

Those vivid memories imprinted themselves into her mind, becoming seeds that would blossom into fruits of love. Initially they were a product that she had cultivated with much effort, and something she had originally planned to implant deep inside my mind, but it seemed that my action was akin to me plucking the seeds out of her hand and casually tossing them into the fertile soil that was her mind instead. Whoops.

At this moment, she was experiencing the rewritten illusion that I had crafted, the images of the tale I had woven flooding her heart and soul.

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Suddenly, she was immersed in the story I had created.

She was the university student in the art room, carefully painting on the canvas and sighing when she remembered her parents' words.

”Why are you wasting your time with art? You should be focusing on medicine instead! You're such a bright, talented child! Go be a doctor! You'll definitely find a job as a doctor!”

”But I don't want to be a doctor,” she grumbled under her breath. Flicking her brush, she swiped at the canvas, splashing it with a riotous colors of ink. A flower bloomed on the formerly white surface, its petals curling back to display her defiance.

”Wow…that looks really beautiful!”

Song Ting Yu whirled around. I had just stepped into the room, and was staring at her artwork, mesmerized by the heart and fiery passion she put into it.

”Did you draw this?”

Even as I asked that question, I realized how stupid it sounded. Of ourse she did. She was holding a brush and sitting in front of the half-completed painting.

”It's amazing,” I hastily added, trying to cover up my stupidity.

Song Ting Yu giggled at my clumsiness. ”Yes. Sorry, it's far from done, but…”

”Amazing,” I repeated as I stared at the painting. ”It's not done yet and it's already this good? I look forward to seeing the completed product.”

Song Ting Yu blushed. ”No, uh…well…it's nothing, really.”

”You're too modest.” I laughed. Then I stepped back. ”Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you. I hope you don't mind if I watch.”

”No, uh…” she glanced at me, and I understood that she was wondering who I was.

”I'm Fei Wu,” I introduced myself.

Song Ting Yu's eyes widened. ”Um…Fei? You are that Fei Wu? From the Fei family? Who runs the Fei Corporation? Uh…?”

”…is that what they say about me? It's true that my family runs a business.” I shifted uncomfortably. As usual, my family's reputation preceded me. I just wanted to keep a low profile in this university, but it seemed that it was still difficult to do so. Especially when my family ran a corporation that was famous nation-wide for its pharmaceutical products.

Song Ting Yu was bobbing her head up and down timidly, not sure how to respond.

”It's an honor…I mean…! I…I…”

”Relax.” I offered a smile in a manner that I hoped was disarming. ”I won't bite. What about you? What's your name?”

”Song Ting Yu.” The girl was so nervous that she could only utter her name, and her face was flaming red. My smile widened and I turned on the charm that only a future CEO would be capable of (except that I was doomed to never be a CEO thanks to my family's corporation collapsing in a few years).

”That's a nice name.” I then turned to look at the painting. ”Ting Yu, you like painting?”

Song Ting Yu beamed when I directed her attention back toward the subject she had a keen passion in, and nodded in delight.

”That's right!”

That was how we first met, and how our relationship began. And the illusion of love continued to stream across Song Ting Yu's mind as she experienced everything I had crafted in the narrative, receiving my support as she became a fairly famous painter, stood by my side even as my family's corporation fell apart and was willing to marry me even though I had lost everything, and how the two of us worked together so that I could pull through the crisis and set up a café of my own. And then how we had kids, and grew old happily, continuing to serve in our beloved café filled with my wife's splendid paintings…

Slowly pulling out of the illusion, Song Ting Yu blinked and stared at me, who was right in front of her.

”Are you all right?” I asked somewhat hesitantly.

Song Ting Yu remained quiet, realizing that my figure had been deeply imprinted in her heart, becoming something she could never forget.

She suddenly understood that her charm technique had backfired, and that she had suffered a backlash.

This was the first time throughout her whole life that she had failed in casting her technique.

Blood trickled from the corner of her lips. Her illusion and charm technique had shattered violently and she seemed to have taken some damage.

”You're hurt!” I cried out in worry, and reached out for her. In Song Ting Yu's mind, she was suddenly reminded of an illusion, an artificial memory of me, being her husband, reaching out in concern when she was ill, and trying to help her.

She stared deeply at me, impossibly complex colors flitting inside her eyes. Just before I could help her, she cried out softly and backed away.

”…what?”

I blinked and froze, uncertain of how to proceed. In any case, it was academic. Song Ting Yu was rapidly retreating.

The brilliant figure of the Flowing Cloud Rainbow Butterfly suddenly swooped down from out of nowhere and descended like a rainbow-colored meteor. The moment it was within reach, Song Ting Yu jumped up and landed on top of the Flowing Cloud Rainbow Butterfly. The magical beast then wheeled gracefully in the air before flying away at high speed.

As if they had just woken up, the men in suits and sunglasses suddenly stirred, and they departed, following their mistress. As they left the crowd of dazed students behind, they called in their helicopters and began to embark onto them.

Song Ting Yu didn't care about them and left them behind, her Flowing Cloud Rainbow Butterfly shooting off at incredible speeds. While she was deep within the clouds, unseen by everyone else (except my omniscient eye), she took out an expensively embroidered handkerchief and gently wiped the blood away from her mouth.

As she put away her handkerchief, she shook her head and laughed.

”I can't believe I actually failed!” she cried. ”My technique actually backfired on me, and I'm the one who had that guy's figure imprinted deep inside my heart.”

No. Just no. Please, no…not this stupid cliché development. All I wanted to do was teach her how to write a proper romance story, not get her to stupidly fall in love with me. Not that you could call such a stupid thing love, but hey…that was how xianxia stories worked.

Fortunately, all was not lost. Song Ting Yu knew very well that the moment her technique had backfired on her, she had to erase the other party's imprint from the bottom of her heart as soon as possible. Otherwise it would affect her perception of illusion and reality, as well as destabilize her emotions whenever she was dealing with me. It would also have an adverse effect on her rational judgement as well.

As long as my image inside her head was not eliminated, she would treat me as her most intimate lover, and continue to experience the delusion that I was her beloved husband. I hoped it didn't turn her into a yandere. That would suck.

Song Ting Yu, who had never failed before, was terrified for the first time ever. That was why she was fleeing from me at top speed without another word.

Watching her, I shook my head in disbelief. I cocked my head in Song Ting Yu's direction and shrugged nonchalantly.

”Tsk, tsk. Sorry, lady, but if you're gonna employ mind control, you're going to fuck up eventually.”