Welcome to the Misogyny Game

Liu Chaoque was unaware of Nan Chu's ulterior motives. Upon hearing that she would be meeting the president, she felt uneasy, though she didn't know what he looked like. It wasn't the nervousness one feels when meeting a stranger, but rather something else entirely.

Could this be a warning from the male lead? Liu Chaoque frowned; nothing good ever comes from encountering the male lead.

For every event, Xi Jingrong has to lead the members to attract investment and coordinate various projects. Only after all the tasks have been assigned can he have time to rest. And he is a worrier; if he doesn't keep an eye on things, he's afraid something might happen.

However, he successfully navigated the two years he served as student council president.

Today, as usual, he went backstage to inquire about various facilities and performance arrangements. Tianqing had messaged him saying he would bring three girls to see him.

Another person was his girlfriend, who told him not to keep a long face, lest he scare them.

Xi Jingrong thought, what's so interesting about him? He's just a guy with two eyes, a nose, and a mouth. Let him come if he wants, as long as he doesn't cause trouble for the backstage staff.

Thinking this, he straightened his clothes. But has Tianqing gotten a girlfriend recently? This is unbelievable! Has this blockhead finally come to his senses?

He wondered if he was being too indifferent to the members' love lives.

Despite his rich intellectual life, Chairman Xi's face was extremely serious. Even when he smirked, those who dealt with him most often would only mistake it for a mocking smile.

Even the random spot he found was imbued with an air of luxury. He was like a king surveying the empire he had conquered, his every move seemingly holding the lives of others in his hands. His invisible aura constantly influenced the students working backstage, making them unconsciously speed up their work.

With a president, efficiency is much higher. Members can just wipe their sweat and think, "Let them work themselves to death."

Everyone was arranging their own affairs in an orderly manner. As the first two crosstalk performers to appear, they lowered their heads, looked at their lines, and recited them much faster, almost sputtering sparks.

In this situation, Tian Qing's sudden entrance seemed extremely abrupt. The door creaked open, and Xi Zhengrong subconsciously looked over there. The others, who were taking a break from their busy schedules, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Surprising!"

Tianqing's voice, filled with excitement and energy, broke the tense atmosphere, and some people silently gave him a thumbs up, praising his courage.

Xi Jingrong: This bag is conspicuous.

Just as he was about to ask which of them his girlfriend was, he glanced at the three girls and froze when he saw one of them.

Even though her profile was obscured by Nan Chu, and even though she was wearing foundation, which greatly reduced her resemblance to the child in his memory, one sentence kept repeating in his mind: "It's Que Que, she is Que Que."

For no apparent reason, his calm and composed mood suddenly turned tense.

He spoke tentatively, as if afraid of the wind that would carry away the dandelion, the fishing rod that would let the fish escape, or the tree that would let the birds fly away.

"Queque?"

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Liu Chaoque's pupils dilated in shock. He was at a loss and began to doubt his own memories. Could it be that he had been formatted?

Otherwise, why would she have no memory of this scene that resembles a family reunion?

Moreover, this person is talking about Queque, isn't that my real name?

Could it be that someone has traveled through time?

"Wait a minute, President, where is the sparrow you mentioned?"

Tianqing abruptly interrupted the upcoming family reunion scene, scratched his head, looked at the three girls, and said "Oh".

"President, you may have mistaken me for someone else. Let me introduce you. This is my girlfriend, Wen Xia."

"Hello, President."

Wen Xia replied obediently.

"These are my girlfriend's good friends, and this is Nan Chu."

"Hello."

Nan Chu said calmly.

"This is Siman."

"Um, hello."

The scorching gazes almost pierced through her. Besides Liu Chaoque's expression, she also glimpsed a complex meaning, seemingly after Tian Qing introduced her name. Wait, dude, all the male leads have a group chat, how come they all know the female lead's name, and they all look at her with hostility? What kind of karma did the female lead accumulate?

“Oh, Sman.”

He was somewhat disappointed. It was still the same female lead. What a hassle. Why were the two of them the same person?

"Jingrong, tell me, when will your mother come back?" The two young children sat together under the bridge, sharing the piece of steamed bun they had begged for.

He was abducted at that time, and he saw Liu Chaoque, who was covered in dirt, in the car. She was only ten years old at the time, but she showed a calmness that did not belong to her age.

She muttered something about saving people and stopping... looking around at her surroundings and asking about the only child's current condition.

Knowing she was going to be taken to the mountains to be sold, the girl said, "Fine, I have to save myself."

She opened her mouth and bit down on the rope. The rope, as thick as a finger, was bitten off by her tiny teeth. She signaled him to start crying, saying that she needed to pee, to attract the traffickers' attention, hoping to get them to stop the car.

Perhaps it was because Xi Jingrong was good-looking that any mishap would cost them less money. After he made such a scene, one of the traffickers, cursing and swearing, took Xi Jingrong to the toilet. Then she attracted the attention of another trafficker, crying and shouting for her mother. She finally managed to shout until her voice was almost hoarse. Just as the trafficker who had taken her to the toilet was about to return, the trafficker in the car lowered his guard and got out to deal with Liu Chaoque.

With a bang, one of the human traffickers was knocked unconscious. Before the other trafficker could even realize something was wrong, he was knocked unconscious by Liu Chaoque, who had sneaked up behind him.

Xi Jingrong didn't know whether they were knocked unconscious or not, but it was true that both of them had blood on their heads.

Liu Chaoque didn't care about anything else and ran away with Xi Jingrong.

The two children were in an unfamiliar place. During the day, they had to travel and were afraid that new kidnappers would abduct them. At night, they took turns standing guard in the bushes. They walked very carefully. In the end, the little girl carried the little boy on her back and they finally made it through that part of the mountain road.

The little boy had fainted from hunger because he hadn't eaten for a long time. He only drank some water along the way. The little girl didn't have much money either; she only had five yuan on her body, which she had hidden in the sole of her shoe.

I bought him a big pancake, and then I had no money left.

The little girl thought: I'll just hand the person over to the police officer and then leave.

As a result, the little boy became attached to her. She didn't have much money, and the few dozen yuan that the police officer gave her was only enough to buy a train ticket. After registering at the police station, they embarked on a journey to find their relatives.

Hungry, he begged with a bowl; tired, he slept under a bridge. The little boy said his home was nearby, but he was stopped at the door.

"Didn't your mother come back today either?" Liu Chaoque asked.

"I don't know." Xi Jingrong lowered her head in disappointment.

This is the third day they have been living under the overpass, and the owner of the house has not shown up yet.

The little girl kept glancing at her wrist and said, "Jingrong, I've already taken you home. Now you just need to wait to go in. I'll take you to the police station first, and you can go back after your mother returns."

"Where are you going?" Jingrong asked nervously.

"It's alright, we're already at your doorstep, you'll definitely come home." Liu Chaoque didn't answer his question.

"But I'm scared." His face was dirty, but his eyes were bright, drooping, and red, like an abandoned little rabbit.

"Hey, don't be afraid, let's wait one more day." That's what Liu Chaoque said yesterday as well.

"Mm." Xi Jingrong nodded gratefully.

These past few days, she hasn't just been waiting idly. In order to get this little rabbit home, Liu Chaoque tried sneaking in at night to find a place. She succeeded, but the neighborhood was too big, and she got lost and couldn't find the home he was talking about, the one facing the red house.

During the day, it's even harder to hide.

She tried to bring Xi Jingrong inside, but the little boy couldn't even climb over the high wall. He blamed himself for holding her back, and little pearls kept falling down his face.

He constantly comforted Liu Chaoque, expressing his heartache.

So they could only look around for his mother. If only Xi Jingrong knew where his mother worked.

This was the fifth day they had been begging under the overpass. Liu Chaoque and Xi Jingrong were begging as usual when, around seven or eight o'clock, a red Ferrari pulled up beside them.

Xi Jingrong opened her eyes wide and shouted, "Mom!"

He staggered and pulled Liu Chaoque along as they chased after them.

With those short legs, Liu Chaoque scooped up Xi Jingrong and rushed towards the car, shouting together, "Mommy, Mommy!"

Xi Weixin seemed to hear a voice. She rubbed her temples, thinking she was hallucinating. Who else could be calling her "Mom" but her son? And wasn't her son staying at home obediently?

But the sound grew louder and louder, and she seemed to see a figure running at high speed about to crash into her car.

Hiss, the tires drew a sharp arc on the ground, and the Ferrari stopped a second before hitting the two children, bang.

Liu Chaoque slipped and fell onto the hood of the Ferrari, clinging tightly to Xi Jingrong before losing consciousness.

Xi Jingrong burst into tears, begging her not to die. Xi Weixin got out of the car and saw that the little boy seemed to look somewhat like Xiao Rong.

"Xiao Rong?" she asked hesitantly.

"Mommy, Mommy, please save Queque."

"Ah, okay." Xi Weixin nodded.

When Liu Chaoque woke up, she found herself wrapped up like a mummy, and in front of her was a very familiar hospital bed. She was speechless for a moment.

When Xi Jingrong entered, Liu Chaoque was no longer on the sickbed.

"Queque?"

……

Ten years have passed since Liu Chaoque disappeared. He has never been able to find her again. No one remembers her. Even his mother only knows that he went missing once and found himself. She says he is very lucky. The number of security guards in the community has doubled.

As for her, there was no trace of her, except for him, who seemed to have been forgotten...

Sometimes he thought that his experience might be a figment of his imagination from childhood, but he couldn't accept that it was just a figment of his imagination.

But when he actually saw her, he had to stay away, because he knew that, even if it wasn't intentional, the male and female protagonists were naturally opposed in this world.

He suppressed his longing, and his face grew even more sour.

He glanced at the members who were slacking off while they chatted.

Member: I feel a chill run down my spine.

The machine started running again, both intensely and systematically.

Tian Qing dared not speak anymore. He felt as if he had said something wrong, but he had no idea that Liu Chaoque had unexpectedly saved them.

"What's the real name of this Queque you just called out?" Liu Chaoque was so curious; she couldn't sleep soundly if she didn't know who that person was.

"All I know is that her name is Que Que." He tugged at the corners of his mouth, though it was anything but friendly, Liu Chao Que could still detect a hint of friendliness and ingratiation in his stiff face.

"is it?"

"Do you know what her name is?"

How would I know?

"Too."

He said that was true, but his eyes were fixed on her, as if he wanted to etch her into his mind and into his bones.