The Male Lead Who Never Likes to Eat (46)

This was the first time Xie Yu admitted his problem out loud in front of others.

“I have a split personality. I’m sorry for making you face this directly instead of telling you myself.”

Actually, you have at least three personalities, Si Jiu thought silently.

And perhaps this isn’t mere dissociative identity disorder; it could be soul transmigration—or even possession.

The management bureau is useless—they can’t even manage a single dimension properly!

“That personality only appeared once. The last time I saw the psychiatrist, he said that personality had mostly faded away by then. If I had known it would turn out like this…”

I wouldn’t have let you get so close to me from the start.

“So the reason you’ve been ignoring me these past few days isn’t just because you think I chose Lin Yang and are angry about it. It’s also because you’re afraid your other personality might hurt me, so you pushed me away to protect me?” She looked at Xie Yu with a face full of accusation. “You’re so selfish. Didn’t you even stop to think about how I feel? Like a tyrannical parent who does terrible things all under the pretense of ‘I’m doing this for your own good.’”

“It’s my fault.”

“Well, at least you admit it straightforwardly!” Si Jiu muttered. “So what are you going to do to make up for the emotional damage you caused me?”

“Late late, what do you want?”

“You have to promise me one thing.”

“You…”

“No matter what I do, or what happens, you must never resent me. You have to always be full of love and satisfaction toward me.”

System: Host’s father, you’re so sly. Is this a preemptive strike for customer satisfaction after the mission ends?

But why do I feel like you’re setting some kind of grand trap?

Xie Yu frowned. A fleeting image flashed through his mind—the scene where her heartbeat stopped for over twenty minutes, yet she inexplicably came back to life.

His arm involuntarily tightened, his eyes darkening. “Why would you say that?”

Si Jiu thought: what other reason could there be?

Do you know how hard it is for me to boost your satisfaction rating?

Because of my constant dying escapes, I keep giving you bad reviews—it’s ruthless.

“Honestly, there’s no special reason. You know I tend to be a bit forgetful sometimes. What if I upset you again like last time? Just promise me, okay?”

She dragged out her voice in a coaxing manner.

Xie Yu was at a loss. “I’ll never truly be angry with you, much less resent you.”

Si Jiu: “That’s right, it’s all yours.”

Xie Yu felt she was smiling like a fox who had just pulled off a cunning scheme.

System hesitated: [Host’s father, you’re raising that flag high. Are you planning to cause trouble and die escape again after finishing the mission?]

There’s no strict rule that says you have to die after completing a mission.

Why not just spend some quality time with the male lead and have a happy ending? Isn’t that better?

Si Jiu once again delivered her two-word motto: “Guess.”

System: Shut down.

Very well, since you’re so heartless, father.

Then I shall tell you that the mission’s customer satisfaction isn’t determined by their will, but by the system extracting their final spiritual happiness index for evaluation. Hmph!

Si Jiu considered the most important matter resolved and was in high spirits.

But for Xie Yu, there were still troubling issues at hand.

His alternate personality had become a dangerous and uncontrollable variable.

He couldn’t proceed with his work as planned.

After all, no matter how strong he was, he couldn’t stay awake forever. If he forced himself without sleep, he would faint—and once he lost consciousness, “he” would have the chance to emerge.

If he didn’t solve this problem, he wouldn’t be able to work or be with Si Jiu in peace.

He decided to contact his psychiatrist and firmly refused to let Si Jiu accompany him for diagnosis and treatment.

Although he had no memory of what that other personality had done, judging from every time it appeared and how he felt upon waking, he realized that “he” harbored an intense desire for his Late Late.

This was something he could never tolerate.