After saying everything that needed to be said, the atmosphere gradually solidified into silence, the air thick with awkwardness.
Lin Yu picked up his coffee cup and took a sip of the lukewarm brew. Just as he was wondering how to break the uncomfortable silence, Tang Manman suddenly stood up from across the table.
Lin Yu looked up, puzzled.
Tang Manman’s cheeks were slightly flushed, her voice tinged with shyness as she said,
"I... I’m going back to study."
"Oh."
"Alright, alright."
"Be careful on your way."
Watching Tang Manman leave, Lin Yu felt as if a massive weight had been lifted from his chest.
For now, at least, Tang Manman shouldn’t cause any more problems in the near future.
That left only the third female lead, Qing Mo, and that damned bastard!
The moment Liu Yu’s name crossed his mind, a sharp glint flashed in Lin Yu’s eyes—for the first time, he felt genuine murderous intent toward someone.
The police had already confirmed that Liu Yu was the prime suspect in the hotel arson case.
First, he had set fire to the hotel, trying to burn Lin Yu alive. Then, driven into a frenzy after being rendered impotent, he had gone after Xia Muzhu, determined to kill both her and her younger brother, Xia Yueshan.
Every time Lin Yu thought about it, cold sweat broke out uncontrollably.
If he hadn’t taught Xia Yueshan a few extra self-defense moves before parting ways—and if Xia Yueshan hadn’t been training in Jeet Kune Do—the outcome could have been disastrous.
Dammit!!!
How the hell did he get out so easily?!
Lin Yu grabbed at his messy, shoulder-length blond hair, his mind teetering on the edge of collapse.
Attempted murder, attempted rape, and assault on a minor—any one of these charges alone should have been enough to put him behind bars for over a decade.
Yet he had walked free.
And the reason for his release was completely legal, without a single loophole to exploit.
Because Lin Yu had arranged for him to be physically castrated, resulting in a second-degree disability.
This disability classification allowed Liu Yu to claim a massive insurance payout, which he then used to hire a lawyer. Moreover, given the severity of his injuries—he couldn’t even get out of bed—he perfectly met the conditions for bail.
Unable to care for himself.
Posing no immediate threat to society.
Of course, his subsequent actions had proven just how dangerous he really was.
But at the time, from a legal standpoint,
a second-degree disabled patient who couldn’t even leave his bed clearly posed no risk to society.
So no one could really be blamed for this.
If anyone had to take responsibility for this chain of events,
if they traced it all back to the root,
the fault lay entirely with Lin Yu himself.
If he hadn’t arranged for Liu Yu to be crippled, Liu Yu wouldn’t have been classified as second-degree disabled, wouldn’t have received that massive insurance payout, wouldn’t have had the money for a lawyer, and wouldn’t have qualified for bail.
Xia Muzhu and her brother wouldn’t have been in mortal danger.
Tang Qinqin wouldn’t have nearly lost her life.
Lin Yu was like the one who had tipped over the first domino.
A single small decision had set off a chain reaction, until finally, a towering domino had nearly crushed the fates of Xia Muzhu, Xia Yueshan, and Tang Qinqin into dust.
But had he really been wrong?
His decision to cripple Liu Yu had been made with the safety of Xia Muzhu and her brother in mind.
Yet things had backfired spectacularly.
Instead of protecting them, his actions had almost led to their deaths in that blizzard.
All of this could only be explained by sheer coincidence.
Or perhaps "coincidence" wasn’t the right word—maybe it was more accurate to call it the cruel whims of fate...
...
Letting out a long exhale, Lin Yu rubbed his face vigorously, resolving to eliminate Liu Yu once and for all.
This time, he had gotten out.
Who knew if he’d manage it again?
The best solution was to make him disappear from this world entirely.
At the very least, he needed to be rendered completely incapable of evil—unable to walk, unable to even hold a knife.
Only then would he be unable to exploit the "coincidences" orchestrated by fate to harm Xia Muzhu and her brother again.
Speaking of which, how badly was Xia Yueshan injured?
Should he go visit him?
Lin Yu hesitated.
Wouldn’t that just drag him back into entanglement with Xia Muzhu?
Aaaaaaah!!!!
Frustrated, Lin Yu tugged at his blond hair, his mind spiraling.
What the hell had he been doing these past six months since transmigrating here?!
Not a single one of the three manga heroines he’d wanted to avoid had been shaken off!
If this kept up, the twisted ending from the manga would really come to pass!
"Tch!"
With a heavy sigh, Lin Yu could only resign himself to the situation.
Things had already progressed this far—overthinking it now was pointless.
Besides, he was confident that the manga’s dark ending would never happen to him.
Even if he did end up in a relationship with one of the four heroines, getting married and having kids, so what?
It would just be a normal, ordinary romance.
This world’s laws enforced monogamy, and so did his own beliefs.
What, were they going to tie him down and force him otherwise?
Hah!
Not to look down on them, but even if all four of them teamed up—no, even if there were eight of them—they probably still couldn’t take him in a fight!
Let alone tie him up and force him into anything against his will.
And this wasn’t some ancient society where women were okay with polygamy or concubines.
In the modern world, what sane girl wouldn’t want her boyfriend to belong to her alone?
Even if Lin Yu wanted the manga’s twisted scenario to happen, none of the four—Tang Manman, Xia Muzhu, Qing Mo, or Tang Qinqin—would ever agree to it!
...
...
Well, Qing Mo might be the exception.
She wasn’t exactly in the "normal girl" category.
Her tastes were... a bit too extreme.
Now, how to deal with Liu Yu?
Lin Yu stroked his chin, unable to decide immediately.
If he wanted to cripple or kill him, there were only three options:
Seek help from the Black Blood Gang again, ask Zhao She for a favor, or have Qing Mo arrange it.
The Black Blood Gang route was practically a dead end.
Li Yuan had his own problems to deal with and wouldn’t spare the effort for this.
As for Zhao She...
He was a solid choice.
He owed Lin Yu a huge debt, and having spent so much time in prison, he undoubtedly had connections. Finding a death row inmate or someone terminally ill with no hope of release to take care of Liu Yu—permanently or otherwise—shouldn’t be too hard.
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.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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!
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?!
