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.
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!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?!
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
