I’m Abusing the Scumbag in an Abusive Novel

A single careless move, and I found myself inside a tragic novel.

The System said that as long as my Heartbreak Value was full, I could return to my original world.

I nodded thoughtfully.

Before Ning Sheng could ask me to lend the family heirloom bangle to his Childhood Friend to help her save face, I spoke up first.

“Lu Chuan came to our house today and accidentally broke the Wishing Bottle in the master bedroom.”

“He didn’t mean to, so don’t hold it against him. After all, he’s my neighbor’s older brother.”

“He looked really embarrassed, so I gave him that box of fountain pens from the study, to spare him the guilt.”

The Wishing Bottle was a gift from Ning Sheng for my twentieth birthday.

Inside were 999 baby’s breath flowers, which he had folded over the course of a month.

And that box of fountain pens was the custom-made wedding anniversary gift I had prepared for him.

Ning Sheng’s face turned as white as paper, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

The System was screaming, trying to stop my outrageous words, when the Heartbreak Value ticked up a notch.

System: ?

I smiled.

“You never said it had to be the heroine who suffered. See? Hurting the scumbag man works just as well for the mission.”