Meeting Qing Mo made Lin Yu feel even more uneasy than encountering Xia Muzhu.
At least with Xia Muzhu, nothing had happened yet.
But with Qing Mo...
Well.
At least he hadn’t done anything wrong himself.
Qing Mo?
Qing Mo seemed quite satisfied with how things were.
Seeing Qing Mo ahead, who had clearly already noticed him, Lin Yu genuinely didn’t want to approach her.
That cold expression of hers—anyone who didn’t know better would think he owed her money...
...
Well, he kinda did.
And not just a little!
But would turning around and leaving be too obvious?
Behind Qing Mo was the escalator leading downstairs. If he turned around now with Tang Manman to look for another elevator or staircase, even a fool could tell something was off.
After some thought,
Between the risk of Qing Mo picking a fight and making a move that would 100% raise Tang Manman’s suspicions,
Lin Yu chose the latter.
When faced with two evils, pick the lesser one!
If Tang Manman got suspicious, he could still explain it away.
But if he actually walked over and Qing Mo decided to cause trouble? That wouldn’t be so easy to handle.
Tang Manman still didn’t know the money he’d used to treat her sister’s illness was earned through... semi-selling himself.
If she found out, he wondered what kind of expression she’d make.
Would she look like the pitiful husband in an NTR film?
Kinda curious...
Ugh!
As the moderator of the Pure Love forum, he absolutely couldn’t let such a corrupt scenario unfold.
Having made up his mind, Lin Yu turned to lead Tang Manman toward another exit.
But the moment he turned, he realized the obedient girl who’d been following him was gone.
???
Where’s Tang Manman?
Lost?!
Dazed, he spun in a full circle, and when his gaze returned to Qing Mo’s direction, he finally spotted Tang Manman.
She must have seen something fascinating, because she’d walked ahead without even a word.
After a few steps, she seemed to get a clear look at whatever had caught her eye and turned back, waving excitedly at Lin Yu with a bright smile, urging him to hurry over.
Lin Yu felt like the sky was falling.
Seriously?
After being so obedient all day, you choose now to rebel and stab me in the back?!
Watching Tang Manman step closer and closer to the unpredictable Qing Mo, Lin Yu gritted his teeth and followed.
Now, all he could do was pray Qing Mo was in a good mood today and wouldn’t stir up trouble!
When he reached Tang Manman, her clear eyes sparkled with joy as she pointed toward the bustling mall atrium below.
"Look!"
"Lion dance!"
Lin Yu glanced down. In the center of the crowd, two lions—one gold, one red—leaped and twirled with practiced precision, their movements sharp and mesmerizing.
Clearly, this wasn’t just any amateur performance.
"Let’s go down and watch!"
For some reason, Tang Manman suddenly grew bold. She grabbed Lin Yu’s hand and tried to pull him toward the escalator.
The soft warmth of her grip left him momentarily stunned. Seeing how her ears flushed red even in the mall’s cozy heat, Lin Yu couldn’t bring himself to pull away.
Instinctively, he looked back at Qing Mo—her icy glare and the faint bloodshot tinge in her phoenix eyes made him gulp nervously.
Helpless, he shot her a fierce behave look, praying she’d actually listen.
As he followed Tang Manman, Lin Yu kept chanting in his head: Don’t let anything happen, don’t let anything happen.
That damn Murphy’s Law better not screw him over today.
But fate had other plans.
Just as Tang Manman was about to pass Qing Mo, the latter stepped forward smoothly, blocking her path with unshakable resolve.
Oh no.
Game over.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.
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.”
