"Felyn Sorester, these are all complaint letters about you harassing female students."

The last rays of the setting sun streamed through the office window, falling across a desk piled high with envelopes.

Felyn's hand unconsciously rubbed the cuff of his sleeve, which was already frayed and worn.

"Can you show some restraint? It's one thing to be fond of Miss Viloti Silafiel, but you are now seriously damaging her reputation."

Felyn's gaze drifted past the grade dean, who was busy polishing her glasses, and landed on the truly beautiful young woman sitting beside her.

"Miss Viloti has been accepted into the Royal Capital Academy, and you know the status of the Silafiel family. Do you really think your futures will ever cross paths?"

Felyn lowered his head, staring at a loose thread on his clothes without a word.

"I will not allow you to ruin the reputation of a once-in-a-century genius from our school. Next time, I will call the guards. You will actually go to prison."

Felyn nodded, his voice a little hoarse.

"I'll remember that. Thank you for the reminder, teacher."

"You may leave."

Felyn turned and walked out of the office. He glanced back at Viloti, who sat there motionless, and gently closed the door behind him.

In the fading sunlight, his shadow stretched long and far.

Everywhere he looked was stained red by the sunset.

As Felyn moved away from the grade dean's window, his hunched back slowly straightened.

He pulled a notebook from his coat and quickly flipped through it.

"There's one more scene to go. Let's see... the prop is eyedrops, and the key is to act out a look of sorrow, as if I'm being forced to leave..."

Felyn was not an actor, but a professional simp.

His employer was none other than Viloti's father, Lord Silafiel.

Three years ago, Viloti had been humiliated by some nobody at a banquet and had shut herself away for half a year.

Felyn's job was to flatter her, build up her confidence, and restore her spirit.

And Felyn had succeeded. He provided an abundance of emotional support, helping Viloti step out of the shadows and even gain admission to the academy in the Royal Capital.

The grade dean's door slowly creaked open.

Pink hair framed her fair skin, like the morning sun gracing the first snow of winter.

A gentle breeze stirred the bangs that rested on her forehead.

With her little finger, she delicately tucked away a strand of hair that had stuck to her rosy lips, sweeping it behind her ear and revealing a pale earlobe.

Even though he had seen her countless times, Felyn still had to admit that Viloti's beauty was a gift from the gods.

Despite her lovely appearance, her amber eyes always held an icy coldness.

Felyn pinched his thigh and took a deep breath.

"Viloti..."

Tears welled up in Felyn's eyes, his face flushed. He slowly reached out a hand, as if trying to touch a distant star, his figure slightly stooped.

Viloti stood in the doorway, her expression blank.

"Mr. Sorester, I am very grateful for your help. But..."

"I will never bother you again!"

Felyn bowed deeply, offering a sincere apology.

This was the first time he had ever said such a thing to Viloti.

The sunset made Viloti squint, and her body swayed slightly.

"Is that so?"

Her voice was so soft it was nearly carried away by the wind.

"The promotion banquet being held at Silvermoon Valley on Sunday..."

"I will absolutely not come and disturb you! You will meet better people there."

Felyn looked up and saw the evening light fall across her face.

In the interplay of light and shadow, he could only make out the delicate contours of her face, unable to see her expression clearly.

Her amber eyes seemed to merge with the sunset, as if trying to convey something.

"Understood."

The expressionless beauty nodded and turned to leave.

"Viloti, how can I live without you! Viloti, you must be happy!"

Watching Viloti walk around the corner and down the stairs, Felyn turned, pulled out a tissue, and wiped away the eyedrops he had just applied to the corners of his eyes.

Acting really was exhausting work.

To achieve that perfect expression of being forced to give up his one true love, he had even thrown fifty crowns into the river.

"Buzz, buzz."

The communication sigil vibrated rhythmically.

"Hey, kid. Is it all over?" The speaker was Viloti's father, Lord Silafiel.

"Yes. Since the contract is terminated, I have made a very clean break with Viloti."

He had even written the complaint letters in the office himself.

"Good. Just make sure my daughter doesn't find out. If she knew, she would hate me to death."

"Rest assured, I'm a professional."

Now that Viloti had regained her confidence, left her seclusion, and been accepted into the Royal Capital Academy, he was of no more use to her.

Therefore, the termination of the contract was to be expected.

"It was only out of respect for your father that I agreed to pay you so much."

"Many thanks, Lord Silafiel."

He had once been a noble himself.

To be precise, the previous owner of this body had been a noble.

The Sorester family, once known as the "Light of Seyva," had been the most powerful family in Seyva City.

But three years ago, for reasons unknown, the Sorester family was destroyed overnight. All the other nobles remained silent on the matter.

The original owner of the body had taken poison and died, and it was at that moment that Felyn had crossed over.

He woke up to find his parents gone and an insurmountable amount of debt left behind.

And aside from being handsome, he was utterly useless.

An alcoholic father, a remarried mother, a sick younger sister, and his own broken self.

From then on, he had walked a path of no return, hoping his sister would be well cared for.

Making money isn't shameful!

"Let me ask you one more thing. What do you think of my daughter?"

Felyn raised an eyebrow and said casually, "Miss Viloti will surely become a great figure in the Church in the future. A minor character like me could never reach such heights."

"Hahaha."

The communication ended amidst Lord Silafiel's hearty laughter.

The old man was afraid he had actually fallen for Viloti, but in reality, Felyn couldn't wait for this job to be over.

Not only did he have to deliver three meals a day on time, but he also had to come up with creative ways to confess his love.

He had to endure the gossip of his classmates while carefully observing every change in Viloti's mood.

Don't underestimate a simp; it's not an easy job to do!

"This job is done. I should treat myself tonight. I'll add two eggs!"

The moment he turned, Felyn saw Viloti's figure downstairs.

She stood in the sunset, her small shadow stretched long and far.

Strands of pink hair slipped from her pale shoulders. She slowly turned around, her skirt swaying gently.

Her amber eyes shimmered with a faint light, her gaze slowly rising, floor by floor, toward where Felyn stood. Her expression remained calm.

Felyn's heart tightened. He subconsciously took a step back, pressing himself against the wall, trying to hide in the shadows.

"What are you doing? Why haven't you left? Still waiting for Viloti?"

The grade dean's voice came from behind him.

"Dean, I... I wasn't."

The grade dean poked her head out and looked around.

"Viloti is already gone. Hurry home now, and don't forget what I told you today."

"I know. I'll be leaving now, Dean."

Watching Felyn's departing figure, even the dean couldn't help but sigh.

Viloti was already a famous beauty at the school, very well-known.

And her relationship with Felyn was also very peculiar.

Rumor had it that before the fall of the Sorester family, Lord Silafiel had proposed a marriage, wanting to wed Viloti to Felyn.

But at that time, Felyn had refused.

And now, the situation had turned into a light novel plot titled, "After His Family Was Ruined, the Man Who Rejected Me Began to Regret It."

No one would refuse to be the protagonist in a "three-year agreement" novel. Anyone would find that satisfying, right?

This kind of female-led power fantasy story spread like wildfire among the students, and soon the whole school knew.

Even in her office, she couldn't help but overhear other female teachers vividly recounting stories about Felyn.

Although it was against professional ethics to listen, if one wasn't even interested in such things, were they even human?

Wherever Felyn went, there was bound to be a crowd of people pointing and whispering behind his back.

Thanks to the school's good discipline, no physical bullying had occurred.

At this moment, Felyn was sitting under a tree, admiring the balance in his account.

Lord Silafiel had transferred a full five hundred thousand crowns, which was his living expenses for an entire year.

Warm greetings and kind words are nice, but nothing beats a huge sum of money.

Absolute madness!

Once he was rich, he would definitely buy a manor in a remote suburb and tell all clients to get lost.

He would hire a hundred maids and have them wear black stockings on odd-numbered days and white stockings on even-numbered days.

Buzz~ Buzz~

Another vibration from the communication sigil.

[Accompany me to Viloti's promotion banquet on Sunday. I'll count it as overtime. Ten thousand crowns.]

(End of Chapter)