Lin Yu tried to move his body, wanting to sit up in bed to eat.
But the moment he showed any sign of moving, a cool, pale, slender hand landed on his chest, pressing him down through the blanket.
?
Lin Yu turned his head to look at the owner of this slender hand.
Qing Mo said plainly:
"I'll feed you."
The secretary and the two suited laborers beside her shuddered at these words, their expressions not just surprised, but horrified as if they'd seen a ghost!
In less than a second.
The quick-witted trio, realizing they couldn't control their expressions in time, simultaneously lowered their heads.
They cosplayed ostriches, burying their heads in the desert of air.
Lin Yu hesitated for a moment, thinking that even if he refused, he had no ability to resist.
To avoid making things too awkward, he decided to just go along with it. All he had to do was lie back and enjoy.
The milky-white food containers were placed on the bedside table. After they were opened one by one, the two suited laborers quickly fled the room, as if staying too long would infect them with some kind of ominous aura.
Qing Mo's secretary was the same. After hastily mentioning that the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall would take a long time to prepare and probably wouldn't be ready until evening, she also lowered her head and hurried out of the room.
Extremely perceptive of the situation.
And so, in the private room with only the two of them, Lin Yu began to enjoy Qing Mo's feeding service.
Contrary to Lin Yu's expectations, Qing Mo, who seemed aloof and above it all like an icy goddess untouched by mortal affairs, was actually quite good at taking care of people.
She knew to test the temperature of the food, knew to hold the container close to Lin Yu's mouth before using chopsticks to feed him to avoid dripping broth, and would even gently wipe the corner of his mouth with a wet wipe when she saw food residue there...
...
After Lin Yu finished his meal, Qing Mo's secretary and the two laborers swiftly re-entered the room, cleared away all the trash, and even wheeled out the bedside table.
"Burp~"
"Delicious."
Lin Yu let out a burp and gave the meal a very high rating.
"As long as you like it."
Qing Mo said softly.
"Whew~"
Lin Yu let out a long breath, looking utterly satisfied.
The feeling of having his stomach filled with food was really nice. A sense of happiness welled up inside his body, and even his injured cells seemed to stop wailing so loudly.
In a good mood, Lin Yu started chatting idly with Qing Mo.
But they hadn't exchanged more than a few sentences before Lin Yu found he couldn't keep the conversation going.
Qing Mo sat by the bed, barely saying a word, just staring at Lin Yu.
Even with Lin Yu's thick skin, he started feeling a bit embarrassed under her gaze.
Faced with someone he couldn't hit and couldn't scold, Lin Yu truly didn't know what to do.
Just then, Qing Mo's red lips parted slightly, and she suddenly said:
"I have to go."
"Huh?"
Lin Yu was slightly surprised. He looked back at her and asked:
"Going back to work?"
Qing Mo nodded.
"Well, you should go then."
"Bye."
Lin Yu was happy for Qing Mo to leave quickly, saving him from being stared at like a surveillance camera any longer.
Qing Mo took one last deep look at Lin Yu, stood up, and walked towards the hospital room door.
"Hey, um..."
Lin Yu remembered something and called out to Qing Mo, who had already reached the door. Qing Mo stopped and turned to look back, but Lin Yu suddenly didn't know how to bring it up.
As if she could see right through Lin Yu's thoughts, Qing Mo spoke up before he could ask:
"I've already taken care of the bar incident. You don't need to worry."
"Also, I've left two people here for you, right outside the door. If you need anything, just call for them."
Lin Yu was so moved he almost shed tears.
Damn.
Is this what it feels like to be taken care of by a rich woman?
So good. I don't want to work hard anymore!
The hospital room door opened and closed gently. Qing Mo was gone.
The room returned to silence. Lin Yu looked at the ceiling and breathed a soft sigh of relief.
It was a huge help that Qing Mo had resolved the aftermath of the bar fight.
After all, he really hadn't held back at all when he struck back then. Without Qing Mo, he didn't know what kind of trouble he'd be in.
Full and content, drowsiness gradually washed over him.
Lin Yu closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the heavy hand of fatigue to pull him into the sea of sleep...
...
Three minutes later.
Lin Yu slowly opened his eyes. He lifted his chin slightly and turned his head to look to the right.
It was clean there, spotless, as if no one had ever been there.
Lin Yu stared blankly at that patch of empty air for a while, then slowly turned his head back to its original position.
"Damn it!"
Lin Yu cursed viciously without warning and mentally gave himself a hard slap.
You already have Sister Zhu Zi, such a good person. What more do you want?
If you keep thinking this nonsense, I'll skin you and throw you in a pig cage!
Can't let you ruin the image of the Pure Love forum moderator!
Fuming, Lin Yu closed his eyes. The violent rise and fall of his chest gradually calmed down over time...
...
"So, when does your school start?"
"Chomp chomp."
"Shouldn't you be leaving?"
"Chomp chomp."
Lin Yu asked without looking up, while eating the hot, tender steak.
Gu Yue's hand, holding the chopsticks, froze mid-air for a second. The next moment, she threw down the chopsticks, flung herself onto the hospital bed, hugged Lin Yu's leg, and pleaded tearfully:
"Wahhh..."
"Don't make me leave."
"I... (sob)"
"I can't live without this good life anymore, with steak and lobster every meal, abalone and bird's nest whenever I want!"
"I won't survive without them!"
Lin Yu looked down at her with disdain.
"Look at you, so pathetic."
"Besides, you should be pretty rich now, right? Can't you afford your own food?"
Hearing this, Gu Yue instantly lifted her head, straightened up, and said with a serious face:
"That's a separate matter! Food you get for free tastes the best!"
Lin Yu rolled his eyes at her and said irritably:
"Hurry back to school. Stop freeloading and mooching here."
Gu Yue's slender shoulders slumped immediately. She hunched over as if suddenly drained of all energy, saying with a look of melancholy:
"Actually, even if you didn't say it, I have to go back today too."
"School starts tomorrow."
"I can't stay with you any longer."
"Good timing. Get going. You've been eating more than me these past few days."
Lin Yu complained disdainfully.
Gu Yue pouted, looking very unhappy.
The sunlight outside the window began to take on a faint tinge of dusk. Gu Yue knew it was time for her to leave.
She picked up her small bag, stood up, and walked with dejected steps, dragging her feet.
Just as she reached the hospital room door, Lin Yu's gentle voice suddenly sounded behind her.
"Be careful on your way."
Gu Yue stopped. She turned her head, her pink lips pressed tightly together, tears welling in her eyes.
She raised her arm to wipe the tears spilling from the corners of her eyes, then walked back to Lin Yu's side, bent down, and gave him a hug.
"Goodbye."
Gu Yue straightened up, her little mouth still pouting, her eyes red, as she spoke.
Lin Yu looked at her and said his farewell:
"Goodbye."

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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?!

shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]

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.”