"I came to ask you about the problems I don’t understand," Tang Qinqin said, blinking her eyes.
"Ask about problems?" Yu Kai repeated, frowning. His first instinct was to ask why she didn’t just ask her sister instead.
But soon, as Tang Qinqin blinked rapidly at him, he caught on and nodded.
"Oh, right."
"Problems, huh?"
"Sure."
"Let’s talk in my room."
"Mhm."
Tang Qinqin nodded, stood up, and excused herself to Auntie Yu before following Yu Kai into his room.
Once inside, she closed the door, grinned, and casually complimented, "Yu Kai, you’ve gotten even more handsome!" Then, without wasting time, she got straight to the point.
"Yu Kai, what else do you know about that Lin Yu guy?"
"Tell me everything."
At the mention of Lin Yu, the smile vanished from Yu Kai’s face. His delicate features twisted with anger, and he didn’t even bother to ask Tang Qinqin to sit before he started cursing.
"That Lin Yu is nothing but a scoundrel!"
"A thug!"
"A liar!"
"He used dirty tricks to deceive your sister!"
"He—he’s not even human!"
As he ranted, scenes from school flashed through his mind—Tang Manman staring blankly at Lin Yu’s retreating figure. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, his voice rising with every word.
"He’s a beast!"
"A monster!"
"Qinqin, you have to help your sister see through that bastard’s true nature!"
"We can’t let her be fooled by him anymore!"
...
Listening to Yu Kai’s furious tirade, Tang Qinqin quietly adjusted her internal gauge of his credibility downward.
Before, she might have believed half of what he said. But seeing him like this, she doubted even three out of ten words could be trusted.
After a while, when Yu Kai finally ran out of insults and paused to catch his breath, Tang Qinqin seized the opportunity. Playing along, she spoke softly,
"Yu Kai, I know Lin Yu is no good, and I believe everything you’ve said."
"But it’s not enough for just me to believe it."
"I need my sister to believe it too."
"Um..."
She hesitated, watching Yu Kai’s reddened eyes, then carefully asked,
"Yu Kai, about all these things you’ve said..."
"Do you have any proof?"
"Only with solid evidence can I convince my sister and make her see that scoundrel for who he really is."
"Proof?"
Yu Kai fell silent at that, but soon, he remembered something and exclaimed excitedly,
"I do!"
"That Lin Yu has been walking to and from school every day with that delinquent girl who bullied your sister! They’re practically inseparable!"
"Qinqin, think about it."
"If they weren’t in cahoots, how could they be so close?"
"And back when Lin Yu supposedly stood up for your sister, he did it in front of a whole hallway of people—slapping that girl, yanking her hair."
"Qinqin, if it were you..."
"If someone treated you like that, would you still walk to school with them every day?"
"You’d avoid them at all costs, right?"
"But that delinquent?"
"She doesn’t avoid Lin Yu at all. Instead, she sticks to him like glue, acting like they’re a couple!"
"Does that make any sense?"
"So that whole act of Lin Yu defending your sister? It was all staged! A setup!"
Yu Kai’s eyes burned with conviction as he spoke.
Listening to his furious words, Tang Qinqin narrowed her eyes slightly, deep in thought.
If she only considered the information Yu Kai provided, that Lin Yu guy seemed like an undeniable villain.
But could Yu Kai’s words really be trusted?
Tang Qinqin wasn’t so sure.
With that in mind, she looked up at Yu Kai, whose face was now completely flushed with rage, and grew even more certain of one thing.
Yu Kai’s words couldn’t be taken at face value.
They were just a reference.
To uncover the truth, she’d have to see for herself.
And it wouldn’t even be hard. She just needed to visit her sister’s school.
If Lin Yu really was inseparable from the girl who bullied her sister, then Yu Kai’s claims might hold water.
Having gotten what she came for, Tang Qinqin indulged Yu Kai by badmouthing Lin Yu for a while longer before making her escape. Now, she just had to wait until Monday to investigate the truth herself...
...
"Achoo!"
"Achoo!!"
"Achoo!!!"
In the bustling pedestrian street, Lin Yu suddenly sneezed three times in a row, bending over from the force of it.
Straightening up, he rubbed his nose, baffled by the abrupt and intense itch that had come and gone without warning.
Something felt off.
After the three sneezes, his nose didn’t itch at all anymore.
Suspicious, Lin Yu scanned his surroundings.
The crowd was lively, the sky was clear—everything looked perfectly normal.
But Lin Yu wasn’t convinced.
Ever since that unlucky day when he’d run into the third female lead, he saw danger everywhere.
After a moment’s thought, he decided to head back home. As for the household supplies he needed...
He’d just make do with whatever he could find at the shops near his rented place.
No way was he stepping foot in a supermarket.
Damn fate!
Trying to trick me again!
Well, I’m not falling for it!
Grumbling inwardly, Lin Yu turned around and stormed off the way he came...
...
Drying himself off with a towel, Lin Yu shivered as he burrowed under the blankets.
It was early winter, but the heating in his rented room hadn’t been turned on yet.
Outside, the north wind howled, carrying a biting chill.
Huddled in his old apartment, Lin Yu grumbled about the shop downstairs not selling electric blankets.
Seriously!
Do they even want to make money?
But soon, his annoyance at the shop shifted back to his usual target—fate.
Damn fate!
If it weren’t for you meddling, I’d have gone to a proper store and bought an electric blanket by now! Wouldn’t have to freeze like this!
As he stewed, a sense of relief crept in.
He curled up tighter, grinning foolishly in the dark.
Actually, this wasn’t so bad.
A little cold was nothing.
Better than another full day of bad luck.
Sniffling, Lin Yu stared at the closed wardrobe door, his gaze unfocused. A graceful figure surfaced in his mind.
Tang’s mother.
Something’s off about her.
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.
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.”
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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!
