"Why do you have to leave so early?"
"It's only June—you still have a long time before school starts, right?"
Xia Yueshan asked, clearly unable to understand.
"Because there are other things I need to take care of."
Lin Yu didn’t want to explain Tang Manman’s situation to Xia Yueshan, so he brushed off the question.
"Then, after you’re done, can you come back?"
Xia Yueshan asked pitifully. Ever since he heard that Lin Yu wouldn’t be returning even during holidays, his frown hadn’t eased.
"No."
"I’ll be going to N City for work, and once I’m done, I’ll just prepare for school directly."
Xia Yueshan’s brows furrowed even tighter, his face practically dripping with sorrow and frustration.
The night was long, but the way home was short.
Lin Yu led Xia Yueshan into the residential complex, nodding slightly in greeting to the familiar faces of the security guards in uniform.
One of the guards, slumped drowsily in his chair, perked up the moment he saw Lin Yu. His bleary eyes snapped open, and he flashed an ingratiating smile.
But sensing that Lin Yu didn’t want to make a scene, he simply grinned eagerly and didn’t make any further moves.
"If you ever run into danger or trouble again, you can call me. Or you can even ask the security guards here for help."
Once inside the complex, Lin Yu patted Xia Yueshan’s shoulder and gave him this reminder.
Xia Yueshan remained sullen, his mood so foul he didn’t even feel like speaking.
After walking Xia Yueshan all the way to his building, Lin Yu saw that his face was still drooping, so he patted his shoulder again and comforted him:
"Don’t be sad."
"All good things must come to an end."
"If fate allows, we’ll meet again someday!"
"Go on home now."
"Don’t keep your sister waiting."
Lin Yu gave Xia Yueshan’s shoulder another pat, urging him to hurry inside.
Xia Yueshan took two steps forward, then stopped and turned back, reluctant to leave. Seeing Lin Yu’s warm, gentle smile, the thought that this might be their last meeting made him even more heartbroken.
He turned back around and headed for the stairwell, just as he was steeling himself to accept the painful reality of Lin Yu’s departure—when a sudden, sharp pain interrupted his melancholy.
Xia Yueshan yelped, immediately clutching his backside.
By the time he realized what had happened and spun around, Lin Yu was already sprinting away, his figure rapidly disappearing into the night.
Gritting his teeth and rubbing his stinging rear, Xia Yueshan hopped on one foot and roared at the distant, nearly vanished silhouette:
"Long Aotian!"
"You just wait!!!"
...
Xia Yueshan angrily shoved open the door, furious at Lin Yu for being such a jerk—and at himself for letting his guard down and falling victim to such a cheap shot!
The moment he stepped inside, he noticed his sister’s gaze fixed on him.
Or, more accurately, fixed on the space behind him.
Confused, Xia Yueshan glanced over his shoulder. Seeing nothing, he closed the door behind him.
"Xiaoshan."
"I just heard you shout—"
"Was that Lin Yu?"
Xia Muzhu’s sapphire-blue almond eyes shimmered with hopeful light, her lips curling unconsciously into a smile.
"Uh..."
Xia Yueshan scratched his head guiltily and mumbled,
"Yeah, he came, but he just dropped me off downstairs and left..."
"Oh..."
"I see..."
The light in Xia Muzhu’s eyes dimmed instantly, losing all its earlier brilliance—like a layer of gray mist settling over a once-vibrant blue sea.
Her smile lingered, but now it twisted into a bitter, self-mocking grimace.
"I—I’ll go wash the dishes."
"I haven’t cleaned up yet."
Xia Muzhu stood up from the couch, her spirit broken, and shuffled toward the kitchen.
Watching his sister’s despondent figure, Xia Yueshan felt a pang of guilt.
That bastard Lin Yu!
How dare he break my sister’s heart like this!
I—
I...
"Ugh!"
Xia Yueshan let out a heavy sigh.
He lamented the fact that there was really nothing he could do about it.
He couldn’t beat Lin Yu in a fight, couldn’t make him stay, and couldn’t even find a proper reason to blame him.
The more he thought about it, the more suffocated he felt. He wanted to retreat to his room and punch his sandbag to vent his frustration.
But just as he turned to take a step, he paused, his gaze drifting back to the figure busying herself in the kitchen.
Lin Yu was leaving.
Should he tell his sister?
Xia Yueshan was torn.
If he told her, she’d be devastated.
She was already heartbroken today—would delivering this news, which would surely hurt her even more, be too cruel?
But if he didn’t tell her, and Lin Yu left without her knowing… would they ever get another chance to meet?
Would she resent him for keeping it from her?
After standing there for only a short while, Xia Yueshan made up his mind.
Tell her.
He had to tell her.
What if it played out like one of those TV dramas?
His sister, upon hearing the news, finally confronts her feelings.
She rushes to the airport—or the train station, or wherever—to intercept Lin Yu and pour out her heart in a passionate confession!
And then…
Would there be a happy ending?
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th】 【No prior gaming knowledge required】【The First Cultivation + Game Design Novel on the Platform】 In a world where the righteous path dominates and crushes the demonic sects, Lu Ze unlocks the "Son of the Demon Path" system. Killing righteous cultivators now grants him power-ups. Wait—deaths in illusions count too? As a former game designer, Lu Ze decides to give the cultivators of this world a little—no, a massive—shock... Sect Elders: "What is this 'Escape from the Demon Sect' game? Why have all our disciples abandoned cultivation to play it??" Elite Disciples: "You're saying... mastering 'Demon Slayer' can help us counter demonic schemes?" Reclusive Masters: "Why did I leave seclusion? Ask that backstabbing rat who ambushed me in 'Eternal Strife' yesterday!" Rogue Cultivators & Civilians: "'Immortal Abyss Action' is addictive! You can even earn spirit stones by loot-running..." Sect Prodigy: "My Dao heart is unshakable... except for that cursed black hammer." Royal Scions: "Can skins have stat boosts? I’ll pay 10,000 spirit stones for one!!" Sect Leader: "WHO IS CORRUPTING MY DISCIPLES?!!!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
