World 2: Mixed-Blood Psychotic Mafia Boss X Original Female Lead’s Roommate – Shy Little Stutterer 04

“T-This… is how you… repay a d-debt?”

Fu Yu bit her tongue after speaking.

Even though she had been in this world for a while now, she still wasn’t used to the original body’s stuttering.

She had considered fixing the physiological issue, but the system had coldly rejected her.

“Sorry, host. You currently do not have permission to modify the original’s habits.”

Habits?

Not an illness?

The original Fu Yu had grown up in an orphanage—timid and self-effacing.

Even after working hard and saving enough to study abroad, she still felt stupid and weak, always subconsciously trying to please everyone.

Fu Yu sighed.

The system suddenly whipped out a golden envelope from behind its back.

“Host, would you like to accept this world’s hidden side quest? The reward is 500 million~ Five. Hundred. Million~!”

Fu Yu looked at the system’s groveling, fawning expression with disgust—and accepted.

A progress bar appeared beside her.

“Please increase the ‘Favorability Value’ toward the original body. Once it reaches 100, the stuttering habit will be overcome.”

Huh. That sounds easy.

“System, do I need to worry about the male lead’s ‘darkening value’? He seems… a bit unstable.”

Moody. Volatile…

The system waved a tiny white flag.

“Cyber system does not save true villains. Warning: The male lead in this world is truly lawless, cruel, and dangerous. Host must protect her physical and mental safety at all costs.”

Cosimo’s calloused hand brushed her neck. Sensing her distant gaze, he instinctively tightened his grip.

Beneath his suit, his muscular chest pressed lightly against Fu Yu, rising and falling with his breath.

So strange.

He wasn’t usually a lust-driven man, but something about Fu Yu set his body ablaze—an uncontrollable fire.

Only by staying near her did he feel even a trace of cool relief.

“This is my first time… repaying a debt.”

“You don’t… like this method?”

Fu Yu looked down at the veins bulging on the back of Cosimo’s hand and said,

“You… you’re choking… choking your benefactor.”

“…Sorry.”

Cosimo slowly released his grip, but as Fu Yu turned to leave, he suddenly pulled her back into his arms.

He couldn’t stand her being too far from him.

Ideally, she’d always be this close. Or closer. Much closer.

“Is this better for you?”

Fu Yu finally understood.

Cosimo’s thought process… was absolutely not normal.

“If I’m… your benefactor… then you… should give me… what I want.”

Cosimo raised a brow. “And what do you want?”

“Money.”

Her bluntness actually made Cosimo chuckle.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I’m not giving you money right now. But I can offer you a job.”

“And the monthly salary is generous.”

Fu Yu pursed her lips, replying without thinking, “What… kind of job?”

“My personal assistant.”

Cosimo’s logic was simple—he had feelings for Fu Yu, so she needed to stay by his side at all times. No exceptions.

This tactic came straight from his father’s playbook.

Back in the spring of 1988, his mother—who worked in a Chinese opera troupe—had traveled to Sicily on a cultural exchange trip.

At the time, Cosimo’s father had just taken over a crumbling mafia empire.

Street wars and shootouts were a daily occurrence.

One day, the father was ambushed by enemies and stumbled into the hotel where Cosimo’s mother was staying.

She had a kind heart—not only did she treat his wounds and drive off his pursuers, she even risked collective punishment by hiding him from the police.

The father fell in love at first sight with this gentle but brave Eastern woman.

But he knew she would soon return to China.

He had to find a way to make her stay—forever.

So, he fabricated an urgent need for a Chinese translator to keep her around.

He hoped that with time, she’d fall for him.

But to his surprise, she already had a fiancé back in China—and they were deeply in love.

No matter what tricks he used, she remained unmoved.

Furious, the father eventually imprisoned her on the island and forced her to marry and bear children.

At first, she resisted with all her might. She hated him. Hated the troupe leader who helped him deceive her. Even hated the newborn Cosimo.

But time dulls all hatred.

By the time she died, she wore the sapphire ring he had proposed with.

Her tombstone bore his surname.

Her final words were:

“I guess I’m like most Chinese women—good at mistaking chains for home.”

Cosimo was only six years old then and didn’t understand Chinese.

He didn’t grasp the meaning.

His father explained there’s an Italian word—“Corteggiamento”.

It means the hunting of love.

Love isn’t about pleading, waiting, or fate.

It’s about hunting, seizing, and fighting for.

Whoever is stronger gets to own the sweet fruit of love.

Under his father’s influence, Cosimo came to fully embrace this predatory view of romance.

If Fu Yu dared run—he’d do exactly what his father did.

He’d choose softer rope to avoid bruising her delicate wrists and ankles.

“…I-I accept.”

“But… I still have school. I-I’m about to graduate… I can’t afford… to fall behind.”

Even though she had to charm Cosimo to complete the mission, Fu Yu wanted to avoid getting too entangled with this man.

Stick to the script. That would be safer.

By now, Qin Xue should’ve already run to Chu Huainan’s place.

Yes.

Chu Huainan had just finished tidying his studio when a pale-faced Qin Xue rushed into his arms.

Tears streamed down her face as she begged him to pack up and return to China.

“Go back to China?”

Chu Huainan sensed something was off.

“You only have one semester left. I haven’t even submitted my graduation piece yet. If we go back now, wouldn’t that mean dropping out?”

“I don’t care! I want to leave right now! Are you listening to me or not?!”

Normally soft and accommodating, Chu Huainan was the ultimate “wife guy”—if Qin Xue said go east, he’d never go west.

But when it came to education and his future, he uncharacteristically pushed back.

“I won’t. Ah Xue, be honest—did you get into trouble with someone and now you’re trying to run away?”

Qin Xue froze, guilt flashing in her eyes.

How could she explain that she had reincarnated, and the yandere from her past life was almost upon them again?

Even if she told him, would Chu Huainan believe it?

“I just miss home. If you don’t want to go, I’ll go by myself.”

“No! Ah Xue, you know I can’t live without you.”

Chu Huainan pulled her into a tight embrace, gazing deeply into her eyes.

“Your wish is my wish. If you want to return to China—then we’ll go.”

Chu Huainan agreed.

But now Qin Xue hesitated.

One of the reasons she had chosen Chu Huainan in this life was because he was destined to become a famous painter.

If he dropped out now, he might not even land a decent job—let alone become famous.

All her hard work would be for nothing…

But if they stayed in Paris, Cosimo would find them sooner or later.

Was there a way… to distract Cosimo, at least until Chu Huainan graduated?

As Chu Huainan hugged her tightly—

Qin Xue suddenly thought of the perfect solution.