Rules of Pure Love Screw the Rules of Pure Love

In the bustling downtown of H City, Qing Mo turned the steering wheel, driving her sports car into a narrow side road.

Passing by lush greenery that remained verdant even in winter, the supercar came to a stop in a circular stone plaza centered around a fountain.

Stepping out of the car, Lin Yu gazed at the grand Western-style villa ahead and sniffed the air, sensing that something major was about to happen tonight.

Had Qing Mo brought him to her home?

Noticing that Qing Mo didn’t even glance his way after getting out of the car, Lin Yu had no idea what she was scheming. He could only follow silently.

Entering the villa, Lin Yu trailed behind Qing Mo through twists and turns until they arrived at a dining room.

The room had been meticulously prepared in advance—a round table draped in a pristine white tablecloth, neatly arranged cutlery, and a plainly dressed middle-aged woman standing quietly by the table.

Qing Mo took her seat without a word, and Lin Yu followed suit.

Appetizers and main courses were promptly served.

Throughout the meal, Qing Mo remained silent, as reticent as she had been during their first dinner together.

With Qing Mo saying nothing, Lin Yu was content to focus on his meal.

After polishing off about a third of the food and downing several glasses of wine, Qing Mo finally spoke, her voice cool and detached.

She turned to the servant and said softly,

"Aunt Wang, you can go home now. Tell everyone else to leave too. They can return tomorrow morning."

The woman’s expression flickered with surprise, clearly grasping the underlying meaning. She nodded nervously, stammering out two "okays" before hurrying away with quick, small steps.

So it’s finally happening, huh?

Lin Yu’s emotions were tangled. He kept his head lowered, careful not to let Qing Mo catch any hint of vulnerability in his expression.

Minutes ticked by until the faint sound of a door closing plunged the dining room into silence, so quiet that even their breathing was audible.

At this point, Lin Yu saw no need for pretense. The situation was practically spelled out—why bother hiding anything?

He reached over, took the ornate plate in front of Qing Mo, and placed it on the floor beside his feet.

Then, surveying the Western dishes on the table, he picked up a plate of fries smothered in meat sauce and cheese, dumped it onto the plate below, and looked up at Qing Mo.

"You seem to like this," he said.

"Come eat here."

Qing Mo’s plump, cherry-red lips parted slightly. Her usually icy eyes, now hazy with intoxication, widened in shock, their usual sharpness replaced by a dazed, almost endearing look against her flushed skin.

"Come on," Lin Yu urged, nudging the plate lightly with his foot. His tone was more command than question.

Realizing he wasn’t joking, Qing Mo stared at the plate of fries on the floor, her drunken gaze filled with conflict.

Lin Yu considered pushing her further, but the way her breathing grew ragged told him it wasn’t necessary.

As he resumed eating his steak, Qing Mo began moving slowly, just as he’d expected.

After the meal, Lin Yu wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood, openly admiring the luxurious villa. He looked down at Qing Mo and said softly,

"Show me around."

"Mm."

"Stay like this."

"Don’t get up."

"This is perfect..."

...

After what felt like hours of wandering, Lin Yu suddenly felt a weight in his hand.

Glancing down, he saw Qing Mo’s eyes brimming with desire, tears glistening, her once-aloof expression now pleading and desperate.

Watching her barely restrained eagerness, Lin Yu swallowed hard.

Faced with such beauty, claiming indifference would be a lie.

But still...

If he went through with this, how could he ever call himself the "Pure Love Forum Moderator" again?

True, he hadn’t planned for things to turn out this way. Everything had been for Tang Manman—to spare her grief, to raise money for her sister’s treatment.

But... but...

This violated the sacred code of pure love!

Unless... he could learn to love Qing Mo after tonight.

Well.

Given her looks, that shouldn’t be too hard...

Sensing his hesitation, Qing Mo rose from her knees, shifting into a kneeling position.

Her other hand reached up, gently clasping Lin Yu’s larger one. Then, tilting her face—now devoid of any trace of coldness—she pressed her cheek into his palm, nuzzling lightly.

Her eyes misted further as she begged in a soft, honeyed voice,

"Please..."

Reason, along with his pure love principles, was unceremoniously booted from Lin Yu’s mind.

Desertion seized full control. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

Scooping Qing Mo into his arms, Lin Yu rushed to find a suitable spot.

"Third floor," she murmured obediently against his chest.

Carrying her, Lin Yu bolted for the nearest staircase.

He knew the villa had an elevator, but in this state, he couldn’t spare the effort to look for it.

If not for the sliver of sanity left, even the hallway couch would’ve looked inviting!

Reaching the third floor in one breath, Lin Yu located Qing Mo’s bedroom under her guidance. He tossed her onto the bed unceremoniously, leaped on after her, and began tearing at his clothes.

Qing Mo mirrored his urgency.

In fact, given her slight disadvantage in this area, she was even more frantic.

The bulky winter layers, usually essential, now felt like unbearable obstacles.

Just as the tension peaked, a faint electronic chime froze them mid-action.

The sound—indicating the elevator’s arrival on their floor—sent a jolt of panic through both.

"Qing-jie!"

"Qing-jie!"

Anxious shouts echoed down the hallway, accompanied by the sharp click of high heels on tile.

Lin Yu stared at Qing Mo, at a loss.

Her face darkened with recognition. "Hide," she whispered.

The answer, though unsurprising, twisted something in Lin Yu’s chest.

No time to dwell. He sprang up, scanning the room before darting into the bathroom.