After Qing Mo slowly uttered those two words, the atmosphere in the private room instantly froze.
Lin Yu stared blankly at Qing Mo.
The icy expression on her face had mostly melted away under the influence of alcohol, revealing a vibrant, spring-like allure that was utterly captivating.
But Lin Yu had no mind to appreciate her drunken, mesmerizing beauty at the moment.
His thoughts were entirely consumed by that intangible, elusive thing called fate.
Recalling the events of the day he met the third female lead, Lin Yu felt so overwhelmed that he could barely stand steady.
From Tang Manman’s confession that morning, to being tricked into playing games all day, and then the string of misfortunes that followed—
Lin Yu felt as if each and every one of these incidents had been meticulously arranged by some unseen force.
The purpose? To provoke his anger, to push him to his limit, and then deliver him right into the presence of the third female lead, creating the exact situation he now faced.
What shattered Lin Yu even more was the realization—
Every choice that led to that day had been his own.
It was his decision to reject Tang Manman’s confession.
His choice to go to the internet café to unwind with games.
His call to visit the mall to buy winter clothes.
His preference to take a taxi instead of riding his motorcycle...
Every single step had been a choice he made with his own hands.
Even encountering the third female lead was a result of his attempt to turn away from fate—only to run into her on the very path he took to escape.
The fate he had tried so desperately to avoid had been born from his own decisions...
How absurdly laughable.
Gazing into Qing Mo’s hazy eyes, Lin Yu took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart. He reminded himself that things hadn’t spiraled completely out of control yet.
So what if the third female lead had… unconventional preferences?
It wasn’t like he was the only one who could fulfill that role.
Anyone could hit someone—there was no reason she had to fixate on him.
With that thought, Lin Yu spoke up:
“Is this why you want to keep me?”
Seeing Qing Mo nod slightly, her drunken eyes downcast, Lin Yu tried to reason with her:
“I really don’t think you need to go through the trouble of choosing me.”
“You could easily find someone else.”
“Like that scheming decoy of yours, or anyone else, really.”
“With your wealth, finding someone with sadis—”
Lin Yu paused, opting for a more tactful phrasing:
“Finding someone with those tendencies should be easy.”
“There’s no need to go through the hassle of keeping me.”
“I have no interest in you, or in that kind of thing.”
“Honestly, you might not know this, but at my school, I’m known for being gentle, reserved, and humble.”
“I wouldn’t dream of hitting anyone—sometimes I even feel guilty stepping on flowers or grass.”
“What happened that night was a one-time thing. Normally, I’m very gentle with women.”
“So I sincerely suggest you look for someone else.”
“Just forget about me.”
After finishing his long, half-hearted speech, Lin Yu quietly observed Qing Mo’s reaction.
A faint, resigned smirk curled at the corner of her lips as she murmured:
“If it were as easy as you say, I wouldn’t have come looking for you again today.”
She lifted a delicate hand, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, revealing the flushed, burning red tip.
Her intoxicated gaze fixed on Lin Yu, her voice no longer icy but tinged with drunken fascination as she said:
“Lin Yu, do you know something?”
“No matter how fiercely or cruelly others pretend, to me, they’re nothing more than kittens with ‘king’ scrawled on their foreheads.”
“They don’t stir even a flicker of interest in me.”
“Only you are different.”
“How am I different?”
Lin Yu frowned, baffled:
“Even if I agreed and did what you wanted, wouldn’t I just be like the rest?”
“Holding back, being careful of your status…”
“What makes me so special?”
Qing Mo shook her head, her voice slow but firm:
“You’re not the same.”
She leaned forward, propping her chin on one hand, her eyes glazed with infatuation as she gazed at Lin Yu and whispered:
“Lin Yu.”
“Do you know?”
“You don’t even have to do anything. Just standing there, I…”
“I just…”
She trailed off, staring at him silently for a long moment before continuing in a hushed voice:
“I can’t quite describe it.”
“My heart tightens.”
“My breathing quickens, my body tenses uncontrollably.”
“Is it fear?”
“Or excitement?”
Her voice dropped to a whisper as she mused to herself:
“I can’t tell.”
“But I don’t dislike this feeling.”
“Or rather…”
Here, Qing Mo suddenly smiled—a breathtaking, dazzling sight.
Her intoxicated eyes locked onto Lin Yu, her crossed legs shifting almost imperceptibly before she recrossed them the other way. A faint rasp colored her voice as she murmured:
“This sensation…”
“It’s intoxicating.”
“You’re seriously sick. Go see a doctor.”
“Maybe there’s still time to fix you.”
Lin Yu had truly lost his composure.
What kind of lunatic was this?!
Was she actually trying to claim him as her master or something?
This was insane!
Every one of them was insane!
…
Wait, no.
Tang Manman and Xia Muzhu had their reasons—but this third female lead?
This Qing Mo?
She was genuinely deranged!
Lin Yu gritted his teeth, seething—not just at the unhinged third female lead, but even more at that enigmatic, inescapable fate that had orchestrated their meeting in such a twisted way.
While Lin Yu fumed, Qing Mo remained utterly unruffled, completely unfazed by his insults. If anything, she seemed amused, her eyes narrowing in a way that only stoked Lin Yu’s fury.
“Stay away from me from now on.”
“Don’t come looking for me again.”
“Let me repeat—I have zero interest in you or your money.”
“If you dare approach me again…”
Noticing the sudden spark in Qing Mo’s drunken eyes, Lin Yu forcefully swallowed back the words “I’ll punch you dead.”
Damn it!
This is infuriating!
Lin Yu’s teeth ground together.
Now he finally understood that popular saying online:
I really want to hit you, but I’m afraid you’d enjoy it.
“Just stay the hell away from me!”
Lin Yu spat the words out bitterly before turning on his heel and storming off.
As he stepped out of the private room, Lin Yu suddenly halted. A thought struck him, and he spun around, marching back to the door. He pushed it open, sticking his head inside, and demanded bluntly:
“Answer me one thing.”
“Did you feel what you described when you first saw me?”
When Qing Mo slowly shook her head, Lin Yu turned and left without another word.
“Good riddance!”
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
