章 2: The Devil Doctor
I am the best.
Plain simple. There is nobody in this world who can match up to me. The sooner one accepts this, the better.
The world identifies me as Yang Mingshen. The one and only heir of the Yang family who was born for great destiny to become the devil.
Because heroes are so outdated. A fact that I learned during my childhood when Mom used to narrate fairy tales to me.
A devil can exist all by himself. But a hero cannot. Simply because if there is no devil, then there is no hero. And if there is no hero then there is no fairy tale for my mom to tell.
But devils are the real deal. Cunning, sly, manipulative, selfish and greedy – all the qualities that I admire.
Ahh...
That's the beauty of the devil which my Mom never understood.
She would ask, 'What did you learn from this story?' and I would say, 'I don't want to learn about someone whose whole existence depended entirely on someone else.'
Then she would punish and spank me like a crazy woman.
I tell you, women are so petty at times. She couldn't see her son admiring anything evil - the irony being she married to the epitome of evilness herself, my dad.
The greatest doctor of all times whose hands displayed pure magic as he held the scalpel and executed his flawlessness. My father wasn't the heroic doctor who acted like a benevolent God. He used his skills at a place where light never reached.
The Underworld.
The Yang family rules the Underworld with medicine. We are simply unbeatable, the very best.
So when Dad asked me one day about my ambition with the age-old explanation of how I don't need to follow in his footsteps bla bla bla, I replied with a lethargic voice, "Zip it, Dad. I will be a doctor. Not like you but someone who will surpass you."
Are you kidding me?
Why wouldn't I choose to become a doctor?
A devil who can choose to breathe your life back into you or take that last breath away from you simply on a whim. If you interest me, I might think about the former. But if you ever piss me off then it will always be the latter.
Your life will be in the palm of my hands. I don't need anything more exhilarating than this feeling. The feeling of being in control. But to succeed in that colossal task, you need to be INTERESTING.
You need to make me turn my eyeballs towards you or my ego won't give you a shit worth of attention. That's how I am, and I am extremely self-aware of my big ego. Brainless people will say that I am too full of myself.
But am I? Isn't it fun being too full of yourself?
I am rich. I am handsome. I am intelligent.
My skills cannot be questioned. I feel proud whenever I think how perfect I am and that's a sense you only get when you are confident in yourself.
When I am endowed with so many qualities, why shouldn't I be full of myself? It's way better to be an egoistic person than impressing people with fake humility.
But with such a perfect creation like myself, it brings a question.
Who should be my life-partner?
A question with which Mom has been annoying me for what feels like ages now. When I will get married is always on the tip of her tongue. But what she doesn't understand is that it's not about when I will get married but when I will cross paths with a woman worthy of my pure jade attention.
Mom has shown me countless pictures till now, but each one of them always ends up in the trash.
I mean, why not?
Not a single thing about those women was worth noticing. Same status, same makeup, same fake smiles and the same desire to hug a rich thigh. All shallow women.
But my mother tries to be optimistic. She hopes for me to find my life partner in those pictures just like how she found Dad. But the truth is far from it.
I don't need a life partner.
I don't hold such desires. The only thing that ever interested me was how the human body worked, and how I could challenge myself in the vast world of medicine to either kill or save someone.
I want to push myself beyond my limits and gain the ultimate supremacy. I want to stand above everyone in my field of expertise. This is how I was ever since I held a scalpel for the first time.
So love? Romance? I don't need those things because that is not as interesting as controlling someone's lifeline like a puppet string.
Then why am I interested in Spicy?
Song Jia aka the nickname I gave her - Spicy.
A courageous cop, who worked as a spy in the Mafia King's family.
The woman the Mafia King once injured with his bullet and for whom I took the same bullet out from her chest.
The woman whose heart I had literally touched and saved.
The woman who was supposed to be dead but wasn't, thanks to the miraculous surgery by a certain handsome devil.
Why am I following her everywhere if I have no desire for romance?
Because she holds my interest and that is not the same as love. I keep bugging Spicy simply because she had the balls to threaten me in my own kingdom.
She had the nerve to point that glass shard at my neck. She had the guts to seriously challenge me when she had just woken up from her six month long coma herself.
She was clearly physically unprepared to beat me in any fight. Circumstances were in no way in her favor, yet she showed the spirit of wanting to defeat the devil in his own Underworld.
Should I say she is brave? Or stupid?
Or maybe both?
But one thing was clear.
She was a far more suitable candidate to keep by my side as compared to those mannequin women in the pictures. She is the perfect woman to kill as my back-up plan from boredom.
My relationship is limited to only until the time she can entertain me because you know how entertainment is really becoming scarce these days with so many not so bright people occupying the space on earth.
In a way, entertainment is what makes me like her. I like her because of the thrill she makes me feel by being in her company. She meets my needs. For now. She is such a version of herself that amuses me and I am comfortable with. The moment she ceases to be such is when I will discard her simply because she won't hold any merit anymore.
Will some fools think that I am cruel? Hardly.
Relationships are based on give and take and after all.
Selfless love doesn't exist. You give something to your partner and he or she gives you the appropriate exchange in return. That's all there is to love.
Why does that idiot Mafia King Zhao Wei loves his wife so much?
Because she was the first woman to introduce the concept of feelings to him. It's that experience of emotions she gave him that made him so loyal to her.
Little Chilli or his wife, Zhao Lihua.
She liked that idiot Mafia King because of his face first which is a natural response towards any beautiful specimen. Then she loved him more because of his strong loyalty.
But his loyalty was in exchange of what little chili gave him in the first place. If not for that, he wouldn't have even looked at her.
My interest in Spicy is just like that exchange. And now is the time to have some fun.
"B-Boss…where are you going?" My able but crybaby assistant, Lu Bojing asked me.
He is capable, intelligent but sheds too many tears to my taste.
Exiting my office, I smiled and flicked on his forehead.
"To where my entertainment is~"
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