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!
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