After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 60: I Kind of Regret Cooperating with You

Wu Bianming was absolutely fuming right now, practically ready to explode.

With Bo Jingmo standing between him and Qing Li, he couldn’t lash out like he did with Hou Liang. All he could do was watch helplessly as the smug expression bloomed across her face.

Yu Li waved the photos in her hand and looked at Bo Jingmo with a bright smile: “Long time no see, classmate. Oh wait—last time you were at my place, we even had a little... moment.”

【Had a moment… Sorry, I took that the wrong way.】

【Get outta here, brain full of gutter thoughts. This is a serious horror film set.】

【Why didn’t they show the fight scene between them?! I wanna see!】

【Probably wasn’t much to see. Bo Jingmo tried to attack, but Qing Li’s protective amulet saved her. Plus, she has his photo, so he couldn’t do anything.】

【I remember that night—Jiang Xi found out Qing Li’s true identity. Maybe that plot point was more important than the fight, so they skipped showing it.】

【Fair enough. No wonder Bo Jingmo didn’t attack her again—he lost last time, and now he’s stuck between Wu Bianming in front and Qing Li behind. He’s screwed.】

【This love-hate triangle is so twisted. Bo Jingmo wants to kill Qing Li, Qing Li wants to kill Bo Jingmo, and Wu Bianming wants to kill both.】

Facing the former classmate who used to bully him, Bo Jingmo didn’t show much emotion. He gave her a cold glance and spoke calmly:

“Qing Li, do you really think Wu Bianming is cooperating with you? In the end, he’ll kill you too.”

Qing Li scoffed at that: “Bo Jingmo, and you wouldn’t kill me?”

The look she gave him was full of contempt and disgust.

“I’d rather die by Wu Bianming’s hands than yours.”

Bo Jingmo’s fists clenched, his gaze clouded with unreadable emotion.

Even knowing Lili was just acting, he still hated being looked at like that by her.

Suppressing the unease and agitation in his heart, he stuck to the plan they agreed on and said, “I won’t kill you.”

That stunned everyone present.

Bo Jingmo’s eyes landed on the photos in Qing Li’s hand. He lowered his gaze and spoke slowly, “As long as you let the other students go, I won’t kill you. You’ve got my photo, too. I can’t touch you. You have nothing to worry about.”

Qing Li’s face instantly twisted into a mocking smile. She shook the photos in her hand. “Bo Jingmo, I didn’t expect you to be so noble. Are a bunch of useless students really worth it?”

But Bo Jingmo said, “Yes.”

He looked down at his palm. His eyes were calm, tinged with a hint of self-mockery, his voice low and hoarse.

“Qing Li, I’ve killed too many people. There’s no going back for me. But they haven’t. They still have a chance to reincarnate.”

He glanced at Jiang Xi and Hou Liang. “As for what you’ve done, I can let it go. They can agree not to expose you—just let these innocent students go.”

【Holy sht, is Bo Jingmo for real?】

【He’s giving up his revenge for the students’ chance at reincarnation? My god.】

【So from the start, the reason he didn’t kill Qing Li wasn’t because he hated her less—it was because he really wanted to save the students?】

【And the stuff he told Jiang Xi before was a lie to make it more convincing? So they’d believe him?】

【Dmn… I misjudged you, Bo Jingmo. You really do have a noble side. I thought you were gonna go full vengeance mode.】

【Dude just leveled up emotionally. I’m not used to this. Is this his twin or something??】

【Look at how badly he wants to kill Wu Bianming compared to Qing Li—he barely laid a hand on her. Clearly, he hates Wu Bianming more. The details are all there!】

【I’m actually crying. Just let it go, Qing Li. He’s suffered enough. Died young, forced to kill by Wu Bianming even after death, and now he’s giving up his revenge. He doesn’t even hate you anymore. Why do you still hate him?】

【Bo Jingmo was always the quiet one, couldn’t connect with classmates, just a lonely ghost carrying his pain silently. Now he’s giving up everything to save others… This is heartbreaking ˃ʍ˂】

【Yeah, this is actually so sad. Barely any screen time lately, completely used and powerless. All his weaknesses in the villains’ hands, and he can’t do a thing.】

【I didn’t feel it at first but… reading your analysis, I’m sobbing now.】

【He hasn’t been killing much lately. Maybe he’s regaining his self-awareness?】

【Hard to say. Maybe that’s just how this character was from the start. Maybe this ghost had a self-sacrificing personality, and Bo Jingmo inherited it.】

【Whatever it is, this time Bo Jingmo really is pitiful. Gave up his revenge and handed the win to the villain.】

The system watched the sudden wave of sympathy in the comments and clicked its tongue quietly.

Big Sis really knew how to control an audience.

This was the plan Yu Li had made with Bo Jingmo.

She told him to offer Qing Li a truce—to save the innocent students.

In a horror film, sacrifice was usually the protagonist’s job. Yu Li had no problem assigning that role to her little boyfriend.

So what if he didn’t get much screen time earlier? It’s the ending that counts. Whoever leaves the deepest impression at the end is who the audience remembers.

Once he offered peace, Bo Jingmo’s character arc would be complete, and they’d get a happy ending—something the audience would love.

Even Bo Jingmo himself had been convinced by her promise of a satisfying resolution. That’s the only reason he agreed to the plan.

Unfortunately…

Yu Li never wanted a happily-ever-after.

From the beginning of time, only tragedies left lasting impressions.

So—she lied to her little boyfriend.

The woman standing by the window fell silent for a moment. Then she suddenly let out a soft chuckle, tilted her head, and spoke word by word:

“Nice offer.”

“But… your photo’s not with me.”

The moment she said that, the previously calm man froze. Confusion surged into his eyes, like a chunk had been ripped out of his heart—panic and emptiness spread through him. His breath caught in his throat.

Like he had a bad feeling, his hand clenched, and he whipped his head toward Wu Bianming.

The middle-aged male ghost outside the door was already smiling wickedly at him.

He raised his hand—holding a very familiar photo.

Wu Bianming narrowed his eyes. His lips curled into a smug, sinister grin as he spoke with a mocking tone:

“Bo Jingmo, your photo is with me.”

It was like a bomb had gone off in his head—boom. Bo Jingmo’s mind went completely blank.

For the first time, his face showed a dazed expression. His blood-red eyes lost focus as he muttered to himself:

“Why…”

Lili lied to him.

She didn’t want a happy ending with him.

Why? Was it because she didn’t want to stay by his side?

Did he mess up? Did the plan go off track?

Was Lili angry and didn’t want to be with him anymore?

Bo Jingmo seemed trapped in a spiral of self-doubt, his mind a chaotic mess.

Suddenly, the woman’s voice sounded in his ear.

“Bo Jingmo, I have to say, your suggestion was pretty good. I didn’t expect that.”

He turned his head in a daze and saw the woman smiling with her eyes slightly curved, her tone soft and enticing.

“I can do what you asked first—but even if you win, you’re still not allowed to kill me. How about it?”

Wu Bianming’s expression changed drastically. A sense of dread welled up inside him, and he shouted in fury, “Qing Li! What are you trying to do?!”

“Mr. Wu,” Yu Li drawled lazily.

“I’m kind of regretting cooperating with you.”

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As she spoke, she pulled a lighter from her pocket. With a click, a dull flame sprang up from the nozzle.

She glanced over, eyes reflecting the flickering firelight—so breathtaking under the night sky it was almost unreal. The corners of her eyes lifted slightly with a playful smile.

Her red lips curled as she slowly said:

“Because you… are just too weak.”

As the words fell, she raised her hand and lit the photos on fire.

“No!!!” Wu Bianming howled in despair.

He tried to rush forward to stop her—only to be blocked halfway by Bo Jingmo.

The woman turned her head at the noise and gave them a lazy glance. The flames flickered in her pupils, and the gentleness in her gaze was gone, replaced with something nearly cruel and resolute.

Then she let out a soft laugh: “Wu Bianming, you want power?”

As she spoke, she opened the window. Under Wu Bianming’s furious, disbelieving gaze, she flung the burning photos out with a flourish.

“Keep dreaming.”

Whoosh—

In an instant, the photos scattered through the air. Sparks danced like fiery butterflies in the night, soaring far away with fleeting hope.

The ashes gradually vanished into the air, leaving no trace behind. At the same time, the figures throughout the school began to fade away.

His photos...

They were just… gone…

Wu Bianming’s pupils first shrank in shock, then twisted into pure, raging hatred. Black mist surged from his body, his voice turned sharp and grating, each word squeezed out through clenched teeth, soaked in fury and venom.

“Qing Li!!! I’m going to kill you!!!”