After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain Chapter 28: She’s Also a Mental Patient

Yu Li wasn’t really interested in chatting, but she still gave a slight nod. “Yu Li.”

Rembering her position as the Student Council Minister, she hesitated for a mont, deliberately choosing not to ntion it. Instead, she continued, “Sophomore.”

“Oh? That makes your senior, then!”

Wan Wanwan’s eyes lit up slightly at that. She lowered her head, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her voice soft. “That guy just now was our Student Council President. Don’t be fooled by his cold deanor—he’s only like that to outsiders. He’s actually quite nice to us.”

She sighed lightly, smiling helplessly. “See? He even asked to look after a sick classmate. There’s nothing I can do. As the Vice President, I’ve had to help him with this kind of thing more tis than I can count.”

A sick student versus a Vice President who frequently helps him.

Every word she said emphasized just how important she was to Bo Jingmo.

Yu Li raised an eyebrow slightly, her gaze tinged with intrigue.

To be honest, in her past life, everyone avoided Bo Jingmo like the plague. So when she pursued him, there was never any competition, and after they got together, that man stuck to her like glue. Yu Li had never encountered soone like Wan Wanwan before.

By their standards, she’d probably be considered… a romantic rival?

Perhaps there had been so before, but Bo Jingmo always handled them himself. No one had ever tried to challenge her directly, so she’d never worried about him losing interest.

Now that she was facing one for the first ti, Yu Li couldn’t help but feel a bit amused.

She studied Wan Wanwan’s shy yet helpless expression, tilted her head, and smiled. “So… Senior, are you taking to the doctor?”

Wan Wanwan was montarily stunned but instinctively nodded. “...Ah, yes.”

She spread her hands in a helpless yet indulgent manner. “After all, it was Jingmo who asked to—”

“Then buy a al.”

Yu Li cut her off directly, smiling as she squinted her eyes, pointing toward the cafeteria. “I just have a stomachache from skipping a al. If you buy food, that’ll do.”

Huh?

Wan Wanwan clearly hadn’t expected that response and was montarily caught off guard. “Food?”

Yu Li nodded obediently, blinking innocently. “Mhm! Or you could just send the money, and I’ll buy it myself.”

Wan Wanwan: “…”

The corner of her mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, and a flash of disdain crossed her eyes. But she still smiled warmly. “Alright.”

As they spoke, a sudden female voice interrupted them.

“Wan Wanwan?”

Both of them turned their heads. A girl was approaching with books in her arms. She glanced briefly at Yu Li before looking back at Wan Wanwan. “I was just looking for you. Do you have the Student Council room key? I told Bo Jingmo I’d et him there later.”

Wan Wanwan’s eyes flickered with irritation.

Jiang Xi wasn’t even in the Student Council. She wasn’t in their departnt either—just in the sa college. Why did she always hang around Bo Jingmo?

She furrowed her brows, feigning a troubled expression. “Sorry, Jiang Xi, I didn’t bring it with . Besides, I have sothing to do with this junior later.”

Jiang Xi?

The female lead?

Yu Li glanced at her a few more tis. Jiang Xi had delicate, pure features, with a pair of silver-frad glasses perched on her nose. Her black hair was tied into a high ponytail, exuding the aura of an academic overachiever—a clean, studious look that was completely different from how she appeared on set.

When Jiang Xi looked at her, their gazes t. Yu Li was the first to smile, her eyes curving. “Hello, Senior.”

Those eyes…

Jiang Xi hadn’t taken a close look at first, but when their gazes locked, she was montarily dazed. Quickly recovering, she adjusted her glasses and responded politely, “Hello.”

Since Wan Wanwan wasn’t handing over the key, Jiang Xi didn’t press the matter. She simply nodded. “Alright, I’ll head to the library first. I’ll et him after class.”

So annoying.

Wan Wanwan clicked her tongue internally. Watching Jiang Xi leave, she was just about to turn and go herself when a teasing voice sounded from behind.

“Senior? The cafeteria isn’t in that direction.”

Wan Wanwan: “…”

Even more annoying.

What a botherso, broke student. Why would Bo Jingmo be interested in soone like this?

It must be because he hadn’t seen her true colors yet.

Expressionless, Wan Wanwan took out her phone. “I’ll transfer you the money. Send your paynt code.”

A hundred yuan transferred.

Yu Li waved with a bright smile. “Bye-bye, Senior.”

Once Wan Wanwan was gone, the smile on Yu Li’s face gradually faded. She glanced at the extra hundred yuan in her balance and raised an eyebrow slightly.

At least she wouldn’t go hungry.

“Sister… just now…” The system hesitated, unsure of how to phrase it.

How could soone take money from their romantic rival?

Guessing what it was thinking, Yu Li patted its head and headed toward the cafeteria. “I earned it fair and square. Nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s just like acting—you do whatever it takes for the shot. As long as you achieve your goal, who cares? If you’re too thin-skinned, you won’t survive in this industry.”

Since the other party wanted to save face and ‘help’ her, wasn’t it only fair she got paid for playing along?

The system mulled over her words and found them quite reasonable. Then, curiosity got the better of it.

“Sister, can I ask… Did you really pursue Bo Jingmo first?”

“Yeah.” Yu Li narrowed her eyes slightly, recalling the first ti she’d seen that man.

“He looked really good. I thought making him my boyfriend would be fun.”

The system was stunned. “Huh? Wasn’t it difficult?”

Bo Jingmo totally looked like the kind of guy who’d be hard to chase.

Yu Li rubbed her chin. “Was it? Not really. I think he took the bait after a few days.”

The system fell silent for a mont, as if deep in thought. Then, it suddenly asked, “Sister, where did you et Bo Jingmo? There are probably plenty of guys more handso than him on the streets, right?”

Why him, specifically?

Hearing that question, Yu Li’s steps paused. She glanced at the system. “Why do you ask?”

The system stamred, “N-no reason… Just curious! But it’s okay if you don’t want to say.”

Yu Li didn’t answer imdiately. She bought her food, paid, and only after walking out of the cafeteria to a quieter place did she slowly reply.

“A psychiatric hospital.”

She walked leisurely, her tone almost nostalgic.

“He was new there. You wouldn’t understand… In that place, it’s rare to co across a handso guy.”

The system fell silent.

“…But, Sister, you seem really normal.”

Yu Li’s expression instantly turned amused. “Hey, just because you’re in a psychiatric hospital doesn’t an you have to be a patient. There are doctors and nurses too, you know.”

“Oh, right.” The system was slow to process that. Then it suddenly panicked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t an—”

“It’s fine.”

Yu Li’s gaze flickered slightly as she gently patted the system’s head, looking all warm and understanding.

“I don’t mind.”

Because she really was a patient.

Silly system.

How Could Any Sane Doctor or Nurse Fall for a Psychopath Just Because He’s Good-Looking?

The only kind of person who would think that way… would have to be crazy, too.

Speaking of which, Yu Li inevitably recalled the ti when that man had first arrived. She chuckled.

“Do you know why Bo Jingmo ended up in the psychiatric hospital?”

The system’s response was textbook. “Sister, our analysis detected that his ntal state is sotis… unstable.”

A very diplomatic way to put it.

“He’s just a lunatic, isn’t he?” Yu Li suddenly rembered this world’s version of Bo Jingmo.

A villain. No wonder he was the villain.

“You know, when he first got here, he was completely normal. We all thought he wasn’t sick at all—he just didn’t like talking and was naturally cold.”

Perhaps treating the system as her confidant, Yu Li leaned back in her chair and spoke softly.

“But one night, out of nowhere, he sohow got his hands on a scalpel… stabbed one of the doctors… then slit his own wrists.”

That night, blood spread across the entire ward. Nurses scread, doctors rushed around frantically, their hurried footsteps mixing with the sharp blare of the ergency alarm.

The overhead fluorescent light had been shattered, its shards scattered across the floor, mingling with the thick scent of iron—blood soaked into the broken glass, fernting into sothing sickly sweet and nauseating.

In the dimly lit room, a man sat on the floor, his head lowered, dark hair falling smoothly over his forehead. His slender, well-defined fingers clutched the scalpel. The moonlight cast over his face, highlighting his cold and elegant features—an image as pristine as a distant, untouchable flower.

But in the next second, he suddenly plunged the scalpel into his own wrist.

His movents were practiced, precise. He didn’t even furrow his brows.

And as he watched his own blood spill out, a glimr of madness surfaced in his eyes. His body trembled with excitent, and he lowered his head—licking the blood that flowed from his wound.

Beside him, several doctors in white coats lay sprawled on the ground. Their faces were deathly pale as they clutched their abdons, trying to stop the bleeding. Their coats were drenched in red.

Their eyes, filled with terror, were locked onto Bo Jingmo.

They scrambled backward, their voices trembling as they muttered under their breath:

“A monster… He’s a monster…”

“He’s not sick at all. He just wants to kill people!”

By the ti reinforcents arrived, the injured doctors grabbed at their sleeves, pointing frantically at Bo Jingmo as they scread in panic:

“Take him away! Hurry! He’s not human! He’s a monster!!”

At that mont, they looked as though they had witnessed sothing utterly horrifying, their dical professionalism completely forgotten.

Yet no one dared to approach Bo Jingmo.

He was like a ghostly apparition, an eerie, untouchable existence. Anyone who got too close barely had ti to see how he moved before they were slashed open, blood spilling uncontrollably.

No wonder soone so outwardly "normal" had been transferred to a high-security facility.

“Get the sedatives and the hypnotics!” soone shouted.

A nurse, startled, stumbled toward the dicine storage—only to bump into a woman.

When she saw the familiar blue hospital gown, her face turned pale.

She was screwed.

Colliding with a patient could easily trigger an extre reaction, leading them to act out—especially in a ward full of high-risk patients.

Trembling, she slowly lifted her head… only to et a pair of charming, fox-like eyes.

The woman’s delicate and stunning features were a rare sight in this psychiatric hospital—so rare, in fact, that she was infamous for it.

Yu Li. Beautiful, but extrely dangerous.

A special-class patient.

The sa classification as Bo Jingmo.

The little nurse trembled even harder.

But the special-class patient before her only smiled gently. She reached out, helping the nurse to her feet before shifting her gaze toward the chaotic hospital room. Then, she chuckled softly.

“My neighbor seems to be having an episode.”

The nurse’s throat tightened. She was just about to speak when she saw Yu Li stride straight toward the room.

The other doctors and nurses around her dared not block her way. They could only try to persuade her from a distance.

“Miss Yu Li, it’s very dangerous in there. Please return to your room.”

Yu Li had always been cooperative with them.

But this ti, she ignored their warnings and continued forward.

Inside the room, the man seed to sense her approach.

His crimson-streaked eyes snapped toward her, locking onto her every move.

Yu Li crouched down, resting her chin on her palm as she tilted her head, eyes narrowing with amusent.

“So, you like blood?” she mused. “And here I was, trying to find out what you were into.”

She picked up a relatively clean shard of glass from the ground, then lightly dragged it across her fingertip.

A bead of blood instantly welled up.

Yu Li stood up and walked over.

She crouched before the man, reaching out with her bleeding fingertip, dragging it lazily across his lips—her movents casual, yet undeniably intimate.

The blood sared across his lips, bright red against his cold, pale skin.

His usually aloof deanor now seed stained with sothing far more visceral—sothing dangerous, intoxicating.

Under the moonlight, he looked almost wickedly beautiful.

Yu Li chuckled softly, her long lashes casting faint shadows over her eyes, making her expression unreadable.

She lifted her gaze slightly, drawing closer as she blinked at him expectantly.

“Do you like it?” she asked. “Does my blood sll better than theirs?”

The redness in his eyes didn’t fade imdiately.

But the madness gradually receded.

His expression returned to its usual cold indifference.

He simply stared at her in silence.

After an unknown amount of ti, he finally moved.

He reached out—gripping Yu Li’s hand.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the room, he parted his lips, extending his tongue—slowly, deliberately—licking away the blood from her fingertip.

His movents were unhurried, exuding an air of composed elegance.

Yet sohow, the act was so laced with unspoken tension that it could make one’s heart race.

Yu Li chuckled at the sight.

She reached out with her free hand, ruffling his dark hair.

“Good boy.”