The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

W was never a powerful person.

When he was a child, he was not sure whether his mother influenced him to love opera and other arts.

It might be because she was pretty enough when she was very young... so W would occasionally be taken to the theater by her mother, and even auditioned for a few minor, relatively important roles.

W doesn't remember the scene very well now, but he still vaguely recalls the gold leaf and flower petals that would fall from above after each opera performance.

Along with her disfigured face, it seems that W's memories, which she had forced herself to forget, also recovered.

He remembered his father once joking that he might become a sensitive and sentimental artist in the future, because when he was a child, W was a well-behaved child who would shed tears for the death of a stray cat.

His mother once played the cello while looking tenderly at young W, and smiled as she said that he might become a famous opera singer.

After all, little W is so beautiful and lovable. He is kind and sensitive, and even has a high degree of empathy.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, W will grow up healthy in a privileged family and have a perfect life.

Unfortunately, fate is just that unreasonable.

W is now completely different from who he was, and has abandoned everything from his childhood.

If the disfigurement, with its horrific face, was like a wound with barbs, making W sensitive and insecure, then the reborn face was like a layer of armor covering him after all the torment.

With the protection of the armor, W no longer feared being forced to expose her soft inner self, nor was she as sensitive and extreme as before.

This stark contrast between the two makes W seem somewhat different.

He wasn't quite used to it yet, so he was unusually slow to react when facing Tang Tang.

Tang Tang stopped teasing him and chuckled before changing the subject. She looked at W and winked gently, saying, "Sky really has a lot of opinions about you, huh?"

W, however, didn't seem to care much and said, "His opinion isn't important."

Indeed, as W said, Sky's opinion doesn't matter because it's common knowledge that Sky is brainless. So even if Sky had mocked W before, W hadn't taken it to heart.

After all, who would argue with a fool?

Tang Tang admired W's face and said with a smug look, "Do you still remember your promise?"

W was taken aback upon hearing this, a fleeting ripple appearing in his clear eyes. It has to be said that being good-looking is an advantage; looking up at Tang Tang at this moment, he seemed somewhat bewildered and pitiful.

But clearly W is not that forgetful.

He nodded quickly, then looked at Tang Tang and replied obediently, "I..."

W paused, then looked at Tang Tang, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Do you still need me now?"

Even now, W still doesn't think he'll be of any use to Tang Tang.

If we're talking about this face... maybe sleeping with someone might be somewhat useful.

He looked at Tang Tang quietly, seemingly waiting for her answer.

Tang Tang looked at W quietly and said sincerely, "W, you are so beautiful."

She really doesn't have much moral integrity; she wants any good-looking man.

What's more, W looks like a beautiful Greek boy who jumped out of an oil painting.

It was so beautiful, and it was waving around in front of Tang Tang. Tang Tang always felt like it was a sweet honey milk candy dangling in front of her.

I'm trying to seduce her; I'm a little tempted.

Of course, she doesn't absolutely need to sleep... but if she could sleep for a while, she would really like to.

Tang Tang felt that she was a lecherous man with no morals, after all, W's mental state was not good, he looked listless, like a weak patient.

She even plotted how to get him into bed; how inhumane!

But W was quite optimistic; he was actually quite happy that Tang Tang liked his face.

But as W looked at Tang Tang, he felt increasingly despicable.

He felt that he had nothing good about him; even though his face was decent, he still didn't have anything good about him.

After all, W knew that Tang Tang had countless men around her... They all looked exactly like her, but Tang Tang had clearly forgotten about them.

W wants a home; he doesn't want to be treated as a mere pastime to kill time.

So, after thinking for a moment, he pressed his face against Tang Tang's hand in a fawning manner, then looked at Tang Tang and slowly said, "Do you want to sleep with me?"

Tang Tang was amused by his "sensible" attitude. She looked at W curiously and asked, "What if I said yes?"

Without the slightest hesitation, W answered naturally, "I'm willing."

Tang Tang stood in front of W and gently touched his face affectionately.

Perhaps because her new skin was too sensitive, W felt as if she was being electrocuted wherever Tang Tang's fingers touched her face.

His face flushed uncontrollably, and his eyes looked at Tang Tang with a faint expression, as if he trusted her completely, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

To be honest, Tang Tang didn't expect that the real... no, or perhaps the unharmed W, would be like this.

She thought, this is just a tiny, tiny bit of W's past.

Even the slightest hint of submission was enough to show his submissiveness.

If W hadn't suffered those devastating blows, and had grown up with her original family, wouldn't she be even more beautiful now?

Perhaps W at that time would be beautiful, gentle, and docile, like a very pretty and quiet rose, held in Tang Tang's palm and caressed at will.

Tang Tang snapped out of her daze and turned her gaze to W.

Of course, the current W is also very good.

He now carries a vulnerability born of destruction, and his emotions are unusual, so there is always an unconcealable melancholy in W's eyes.

Every time Tang Tang met W's gaze, she felt that his eyes were wet, like a flower pleading for help.

It's morbid, but also beautiful.

Tang Tang felt she could understand why so-called "forced love" could become more and more obsessive the more it was forced.

If it's someone as beautiful and pitiful as W, the vulnerability and hopelessness that follow coercion seem even more captivating.

Tang Tang looked at W and muttered to herself, "You should be glad I'm not a pervert."

If she were a pervert, W in this state would probably be played to death, leaving not even ashes behind.

Upon hearing Tang Tang's words, W suddenly smiled.

Tang Tang looked at him, "What are you laughing at?"

W said, "If you were a bad person, I would have chosen to kill you with all my might."

He said calmly, "King and the others should be the same."