Waiting in the small tattoo parlor, White Hair had assumed Lin Yu would take a while to arrive, given how far his home was from here.
Not to mention the city was blanketed in snow, and taxis wouldn’t dare speed through it.
But to White Hair’s surprise, it wasn’t long before a sleek blue-and-white motorcycle screeched to a halt outside the shop.
Watching Lin Yu storm off the bike, his face dark with anger as he strode toward the entrance, White Hair was stunned.
Seriously, Brother Long?
This urgent?
Riding a motorcycle in this blizzard—you’re really not afraid of wiping out and ending up in the hospital, huh?
As Lin Yu pushed the door open, White Hair stood up to greet him.
“Long—”
“...”
One look at the fury etched across Lin Yu’s face, and White Hair wisely shut his mouth, deciding it was best to stay out of it and just observe.
The moment Lin Yu stepped inside, his glare swept over the room like a raging storm. He looked exactly like a father who’d gotten a solid tip that his truant kid was holed up in this internet café.
His furious gaze quickly locked onto his target, and he marched straight toward her.
Tang Manman stood timidly to the side, too nervous to sit down since the moment she’d entered the tattoo parlor.
And after White Hair called Lin Yu? Her anxiety had only skyrocketed.
Like a kid who’d messed up and was now waiting for a parent to arrive, she fidgeted in place, her fingers twisting together helplessly.
She looked utterly pitiful—enough to soften anyone’s heart.
Well.
Almost anyone.
Lin Yu closed the distance between them in long, swift strides. Without a word, he grabbed Tang Manman’s delicate ear and yanked it upward sharply.
A pained expression instantly twisted her sweet, innocent face.
Not a trace of gentleness in his actions, Lin Yu dragged her by the ear, storming back toward the exit.
Poor Tang Manman, too short to match his pace, had to half-run on tiptoe just to keep up, desperate to spare her ear further torment.
Watching the two of them leave like an angry father hauling his misbehaving daughter, White Hair couldn’t help but grin like a delighted fangirl.
Honestly.
Brother Long was such a tsundere.
All tough talk, but his heart was soft.
Just a while ago, he’d insisted he and Tang Manman had nothing between them.
And now look at him—this worked up and furious?
That didn’t scream “no relationship” at all.
Then again…
White Hair stroked his chin, feigning deep thought.
Maybe it was time to revive the old nickname—“Dragon’s Wife”?
After a moment’s consideration, though, he shrank back, shaking his head.
Nah. Better not.
Brother Long’s infamous neck chop was no joke.
Stretching lazily, White Hair glanced at the tattoo designs covering the walls, his earlier enthusiasm gone.
Ugh.
What’s so fun about tattoos anyway?
Watching other people’s love drama is way more entertaining.
...
...
Maybe he should try dating someone too?
...
...
“Tang Manman!”
“You actually wanted a tattoo?!”
“What the hell else are you planning, huh?”
“Do you wanna fly up to the damn sky next?”
Lin Yu was truly about to be driven mad by Tang Manman.
What kind of bad influence did she have to pick up?
Of all things, she chose to get a tattoo?
Was that something good?
He had worked so hard to pull her away from the tragic ending written in the original storyline.
And what did she do?
Turned right around and charged headfirst into another disastrous path!
What, were you trying to imitate Gu Yue with that tattoo?!
A mutual descent into ruin—why don’t the two of you just get together already?
Furious, and already running a slight fever, Lin Yu was so agitated by Tang Manman that he started coughing.
Tang Manman wasn’t faring much better either. Whether it was from the pain, Lin Yu’s scolding, or both, her eyes were glistening with tears, red-rimmed and filled with a mix of anguish and grievance. In a pitifully soft voice, she murmured,
"I’m sorry."
Hearing Tang Manman’s tearful apology didn’t calm Lin Yu down—if anything, it made him even angrier.
Tightening his grip on her ear, he snapped,
"You’re not apologizing to me!"
"You’re letting yourself down!"
Tang Manman sniffled, choking back another sob as she repeated,
"I’m sorry."
Despite his frustration, seeing her like this—teary-eyed and miserable—Lin Yu couldn’t stay completely harsh. He loosened his hold slightly but didn’t let her off the hook, pressing further,
"Talk!"
"Why did you suddenly decide to get a tattoo?!"
Under Lin Yu’s sharp interrogation, Tang Manman suddenly lifted her head to look at him. Her tear-filled eyes were brimming with hurt and a faint trace of resentment.
That wounded, pitiful expression.
It made Lin Yu wonder if he’d sleepwalked and texted her, forcing her into this.
Just as he was puzzling over the meaning behind Tang Manman’s accusing gaze, she lowered her head again. Her voice trembled with suppressed sobs as she spoke, laced with sorrow,
"I’m sorry."
After a pause, she bit her lip lightly, hesitation flickering in her eyes. Then, as if steeling herself for something monumental, tears rolled down her cheeks one after another. In a shaky voice, she confessed,
"I wanted you to like me..."
The words, fragile and tear-laden, struck Lin Yu’s heart like a hammerblow, rattling both his body and soul with the raw, scorching honesty of her admission.
For a moment, Lin Yu was stunned. He hadn’t expected Tang Manman to say something like this, and he had no idea how to respond.
But soon, he caught the flaw in her reasoning.
His anger softened, and though he kept up the act, his grip on her ear gentled as he sidestepped the real issue, stammering,
"You—you like—"
"What does that have to do with getting a tattoo?"
Lin Yu fumbled over his words, flustered beyond belief.
Tang Manman looked up at him again. This time, Lin Yu wasn’t pulling her ear hard, yet her tears inexplicably fell faster, streaking down her pale cheeks in rapid succession.
Her beautiful, tear-filled eyes now held even more reproach as she mumbled resentfully,
"Don’t you like tattoos?"
"Who told you I like tattoos?!" Lin Yu shot back, exasperated.
Tang Manman pouted, her voice small and wounded.
"I always see you sitting with Gu Yue, talking about tattoos..."
"I... I also want to share common interests with you..."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
