After seeing Tang Manman off to her home, Lin Yu turned to the taxi driver and gave a new address.
They arrived at the destination quickly.
Lin Yu paid the fare and stepped out of the car. He slipped his hand into his pocket, fingers brushing against the thin bank card inside, his heart uneasy.
Now that he thought about it...
Was he really just going to confront Qing Mo like this?
Would she lose control and do something dangerous?
Sure, she seemed harmless at first glance.
But even a cornered rabbit would bite—let alone someone like her.
Frustrated, he scratched his head, his worries eventually dissolving into a helpless sigh.
There was no other way.
Since he had already chosen to be with Tang Manman, he had to cut ties with the other three female leads.
Even if it was risky, he had to steel himself and go through with it.
After some thought, though he doubted it would help much,
Lin Yu still set up two safety measures for himself.
He drafted two distress messages, set them to delayed delivery, and designated the recipients as Zhao She and the officer who had handled Xia Muzhu’s case.
If Qing Mo really did lose it...
With their help, his chances of being rescued might...
Increase by a few percent?
Lin Yu didn’t hold much hope for either of them.
From what he’d seen so far, Qing Mo’s family influence wasn’t something ordinary people could challenge.
After some deliberation, he set the delay for three days.
If he didn’t cancel the messages by then, he’d probably be in grave danger.
Taking a deep breath and steeling himself, Lin Yu strode toward the villa ahead.
Walking down a stone path flanked by lush greenery, he entered the villa’s courtyard.
The moment he stepped inside, his eyes landed on Qing Mo, who was waiting at the villa’s entrance.
She leaned lazily against the stone pillar by the door, her silky black hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall.
Her outfit was simple—a long black trench coat wrapped tightly around her alluring figure, leaving no skin exposed.
Beneath the coat were her slender, pale ankles and a pair of strangely out-of-place black high heels.
These heels were clearly not suited for the season.
Aside from a few thin straps across the instep, the shoes had almost no coverage—no insulation whatsoever.
Wearing such heels on a freezing winter night was practically self-harm.
This suggested Qing Mo had just stepped outside, likely after spotting him on the surveillance system.
As for what made the shoes strange...
Lin Yu frowned slightly.
It wasn’t the shoes themselves.
It was the stark contrast—Qing Mo was bundled up so tightly that not a single breeze could slip through, yet her high heels were shockingly revealing and seductive.
The jarring dissonance unsettled him.
Beneath the calm surface, it felt like something turbulent was lurking.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Lin Yu exhaled sharply, shoved his hands into his pockets, and walked toward Qing Mo.
Whatever.
He’d cross that bridge when he came to it.
It wasn’t like she could eat him alive.
When he reached her, Lin Yu didn’t even glance her way, brushing past as he said,
"Let’s talk inside."
"It’s too cold out here."
With that, he walked straight past Qing Mo and headed for the villa’s front door.
"Lin Yu."
A slightly nervous, icy voice called from behind. Instinctively, Lin Yu stopped and turned to see what she wanted.
In just a few seconds, Qing Mo had transformed completely.
Lin Yu froze mid-turn, his body locked in place.
His widened pupils reflected Qing Mo as she parted her trench coat, revealing her flawless, porcelain skin.
Against the decorative black lace that barely covered anything, her skin looked even paler, the delicate hues beneath even more vivid.
Lin Yu stood there, his brain short-circuiting for several seconds.
Finally, spurred by a certain rebellious part of his body, he snapped back to reality.
Flustered, he turned away, coughing to mask the heat rising to his face.
"Stop messing around!"
He threw out the weak retort before bolting into the villa like a man escaping hell.
...
Holy shit!
Holy shit!!
Holy shit!!!
Lin Yu paced frantically through the villa, the scorching image of Qing Mo seared into his mind like a brand. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake it off.
But that wasn’t even the worst part.
The real problem was the physical reaction it had triggered.
There was no suppressing it now!
Lin Yu desperately needed to find a place to cool down—or at least something to hide his current state.
If Qing Mo saw him like this, not only would it be humiliating, but if she caught on and teased him further, what if he couldn’t hold back?
That would be a disaster!
After wandering aimlessly, he stumbled upon a home theater before finding a bathroom.
Honestly, even the theater in this villa was ridiculously luxurious. The room spanned over 200 square meters, with a massive white screen covering an entire wall—perfectly sized for an experience that probably outdid commercial cinemas.
But what caught Lin Yu’s attention wasn’t the screen.
It was the round cushions and stacks of thin and thick blankets neatly arranged on a low cabinet against the opposite wall.
Perfect!
In this emergency, they’d do.
Lin Yu hurried into the theater, making a beeline for the cabinet.
After sifting through the neatly folded blankets, he grabbed the thickest one.
Clutching it, he plopped down onto the curved, upholstered sofa in the center of the room.
He shook out the blanket and draped it over himself, only to realize it didn’t fully conceal the obvious bulge.
After a moment’s thought, he slid onto the floor, stretching one leg out while bending the other, his back resting against the sofa.
With some strategic positioning, he finally managed to hide the telltale sign of a harem protagonist’s standard equipment.
After sitting for a while, it dawned on him—
Just sitting here wasn’t going to cut it!
He needed to do something, or else covering himself with a blanket like this would look way too suspicious.
With the giant screen right in front of him, Lin Yu didn’t bother overthinking it.
Connecting his phone to the theater’s projector via Bluetooth, he queued up a foreign war film and let it play on the screen, immersing himself in the brutal, adrenaline-fueled scenes.
The intense action gradually overwrote the lingering sensual images in his mind.
After watching for a while, he felt both his body and mind calming down.
Remembering the real reason he’d come, Lin Yu picked up his phone and sent Qing Mo a message.
Dragon Proud Sky: I’m in the theater. Come here—I need to talk to you.
Dragon Proud Sky: ...
Dragon Proud Sky: And change your clothes first!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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?!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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!
