Lin Yu sat on the stool, staring at Qing Mo for a while. When he saw no signs of her waking up and still felt unwell himself, he decided to go back and rest a little longer.
After confirming Qing Mo’s health condition once more with the nurse on rounds and ensuring she was safe, Lin Yu finally let go of the worry weighing on his mind. Limping slightly, he left the hospital room.
Su Yuyao obediently followed behind Lin Yu, sticking close as if determined to leave with him.
Just as she was about to step over the threshold, Su Yuyao suddenly paused, sensing something. She turned her head to look back.
The beautiful older sister on the hospital bed had woken up at some point. Her lovely eyes were slightly reddened, brimming with a sorrow so palpable it made one’s heart ache just by looking at her.
She looked as if she might shatter into pieces.
Before Su Yuyao left, she saw the older sister press a pale finger to her lips in a silent plea for secrecy. Su Yuyao nodded, wordlessly agreeing to keep her secret...
...
On the way back, the atmosphere inside the car was eerily quiet.
Lin Yu sat on the leather seat, leaning back as he fiddled with his phone, occasionally glancing at Qing Mo beside him.
Qing Mo, sitting next to him, remained composed. She busied herself with her laptop, absorbed in whatever she was doing, her expression calm and focused.
Her detached demeanor made Lin Yu wonder if she was deliberately ignoring him.
The tension was thick, and Lin Yu couldn’t find the right moment to speak to her.
It wasn’t until the extended luxury car arrived in H City that Lin Yu, after stepping out, decided it was better to rip off the bandage now rather than drag things out.
“Do you remember that promise?”
Lin Yu stood by the car door, leaving it open as he spoke to Qing Mo inside.
“I remember.”
Qing Mo replied without looking up, her tone as cool and indifferent as ever.
“Good, that’s good.”
Lin Yu let out a sigh of relief—he had been worried she might go back on her word.
After a brief pause, he continued, “Then I’d like to use that promise now—”
“Save it.”
Qing Mo abruptly cut him off.
Still staring at her laptop, she spoke slowly, her voice steady but distant.
“I won’t bother you anymore.”
“Keep that promise for yourself.”
“Use it when you really need it.”
Hearing words so unlike what he expected from Qing Mo, Lin Yu froze in place.
Several seconds passed before he could react, though his body responded first.
“Oh.”
“Okay.”
“Alright.”
“Thanks.”
As he spoke, Lin Yu instinctively moved to close the car door.
“Wait.”
Qing Mo suddenly stopped him.
Lin Yu halted, confused, as Qing Mo finally tore her gaze away from the laptop.
She looked at him, her eyes icy in a way that inexplicably made Lin Yu uneasy.
“Lin Yu.”
“I’m letting you go.”
“Remember what you said to me yesterday.”
“If I ever find out you lied to me—”
“I will make you pay for it.”
Her voice was sharp, her gaze unyielding—for the first time, Lin Yu saw the commanding presence of someone accustomed to power.
Lin Yu knew exactly what she was referring to. He smiled faintly, replying with calm confidence,
“Don’t worry.”
“That day will never come.”
The coldness in Qing Mo’s eyes shattered like fragile ice, leaving only a trace of unmasked loneliness.
She turned away from him, refocusing on her laptop. Her lips, still pale from blood loss, parted slightly as she uttered a single frigid word:
“Go.”
Lin Yu knew the order was for the driver. He quickly shut the car door.
As the luxury sedan—worth who knew how many digits—drove away, Lin Yu sniffed, relieved to have resolved the issue with Qing Mo, though not without a twinge of melancholy.
Tsk.
Barring any surprises…
He probably wouldn’t be riding in cars like that ever again, huh?
...
...Whatever.
No big loss.
Nothing worth lingering over, anyway.
The red-alert super snowstorm had clearly reached H City as well.
Lin Yu looked at the fresh, untouched snow covering the ground—even thicker than when he’d left—and his mood instantly brightened.
Stuffing his hands into his coat pockets, he began humming cheerfully.
So much for destiny being unbeatable.
Second female lead Xia Muzhu? Already dealt with.
Fourth female lead Su Yuyao? At most, he was just her savior now—no way anything else would happen!
And now, the most troublesome third female lead, Qing Mo? Handled!
Hahaha!
Lin Yu nearly laughed out loud in triumph.
Nothing stood between him and Tang Manman anymore!
The title of “Pure Love Forum’s Top Poster” was finally secure!
Wahahahaha!!!
Back in his rented apartment, still exhausted, Lin Yu stripped down and burrowed into the thick, warm blankets, turning on the electric heater and relishing the rising warmth.
He felt like he was in heaven!
With over 500,000 yuan saved up, not only was his college tuition covered, but even…
...
Wait, was that actually enough to buy a house?
Lin Yu clicked his tongue ruefully, but his spirits quickly lifted again.
Oh well.
At the very least, it was more than enough to live comfortably through university.
As for a house…
He’d figure that out later.
No point stressing over it now.
The boat would straighten itself when it reached the bridge!
...
Wait, no—
It’d sink when it reached the bridge!
Pah!
Straighten!
With financial worries out of the way, Lin Yu’s thoughts turned to that intangible force—destiny.
So far, every female lead from that damn manga had crossed his path, and he’d handled them all.
Sure, it hadn’t been smooth sailing.
But the outcome? Not bad at all.
Everyone was safe and sound.
That was what mattered.
The more he thought about it, the wider his grin grew. The future looked brighter than ever.
Money in hand.
A sweet, brilliant girlfriend.
Decent grades.
And two powerful figures—Zhao She and Qing Mo—who, while not at his beck and call, were reliable allies in a pinch.
Tsk tsk~
What kind of dream life was this?
Pure bliss~
Content, Lin Yu nestled deeper into the blankets as drowsiness slowly enveloped him.
He knew it was from blood loss—those wolf bites had taken a lot out of him, and recovery wouldn’t be quick.
Closing his eyes, he prepared to drift off peacefully, wrapped in happiness.
But then, his thick brows suddenly furrowed.
His eyes snapped open.
There was one person left—an inexplicable, undeniable wild card he couldn’t ignore.
Tang's mother.
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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.”
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