"You!"
Seeing Lin Yu still acting tough, Tang Qinqin was furious. Just as she was about to continue questioning him and expose his disguise, the door outside was suddenly pushed open.
Tang Manman's figure appeared at the door. She walked into the courtyard carrying two jugs of draft craft beer.
"What's wrong?"
Tang Manman looked at the two of them, noticing the obviously strange atmosphere, and asked curiously.
"It's nothing."
Lin Yu smiled. He looked at the beer in Tang Manman's hands and changed the subject:
"Is this the beer you bought at Jufu?"
Tang Manman nodded.
"Yeah, three and a half yuan per liter."
"It's the kind you said you wanted to drink."
Hearing this, Lin Yu nodded in satisfaction.
"OK."
"This beer is really good. You can try some later."
Tang Manman raised her eyebrows and said with some surprise:
"I have to drink too?"
"But I don't know how to drink."
"You can just have a little taste."
Lin Yu said with a smile:
"This beer is brewed by them, completely different from the bottled beer on the market."
"Plus, it's not bitter at all, and it smells quite nice."
"The alcohol content isn't high either."
"Drinking a little bit will be fine."
"Okay."
Hearing this, Tang Manman nodded obediently without any objections.
Left hanging on the side, Tang Qinqin saw Lin Yu ignoring her and perfectly changing the subject.
She was so angry, but with her sister here, she couldn't say anything.
Unable to contain her anger, she could only viciously stomp on Lin Yu's shoe, glare at him, and leave indignantly.
Tang Manman watched her sister's angry back as she returned to the house, turned her head to look at Lin Yu, and asked in confusion:
"What's wrong with her?"
Lin Yu shook his head, looking completely innocent.
"I don't know either."
"Time to eat."
Tang's mother's gentle voice came from the kitchen.
Lin Yu and Tang Manman walked into the house hand in hand.
The dining area was in the inner room. A low table was placed on the kang, covered with a rich feast.
Lin Yu and Tang Manman took off their shoes and sat on the kang.
Tang Qinqin and Tang's mother were busy walking back and forth between the kitchen and the inner room, bringing out the dishes.
Tang's mother was very happy, her slightly aged eyes and brows filled with smiles.
She had really appreciated what Lin Yu said in the kitchen earlier.
For a mother, what could be more important than the happiness of her children?
Nothing.
Her daughter liked him, and he was genuinely willing to treat her daughter well.
This was the best possible thing.
Moreover, Tang Yu was actually quite satisfied with Lin Yu as a prospective son-in-law.
Even though he didn't look much like a good person...
But after interacting through a few incidents and observing him for a period of time, Tang Yu had recognized his character.
In fact, many times when he walked Manman home, she had been secretly watching from the side.
He was never handsy, nor did he cross any boundaries.
This was actually quite rare for a teenager in puberty.
Furthermore, through the descriptions of some of Manman's classmates, Tang Yu gradually learned the truth of the matter.
It turned out that Lin Yu really was the one who saved her daughter from the hands of other bad students.
When Tang Yu first learned this truth, she felt ashamed and blamed herself for a long time over her misunderstanding.
But everything was fine now.
They would all be family in the future.
There was no need to dwell on those unpleasant things anymore.
Thinking of this, the gentleness and joy in Tang Yu's eyes increased a bit more.
She looked at Lin Yu, who was sitting at the table helping to receive the dishes.
It really felt like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, liking him more and more the longer she looked.
Tang Yu was quite happy, but Tang Qinqin was not happy at all.
Her small face was dark. Whenever her gaze fell on Lin Yu, she grew angry, and whenever their eyes met, she would glare at him fiercely.
And it wasn't just her expressions.
In terms of behavior, Tang Qinqin also had many little tricks.
Holding the plates of food, whenever she placed one in front of Lin Yu, she would slam it down with a bit of force.
The porcelain plates slammed against the wooden table, making a dull thud.
It seemed to be demonstrating her inner anger.
"Qinqin!"
Tang Manman was sitting to the side. Naturally, she couldn't watch Lin Yu get bullied, so she frowned and called Tang Qinqin's nickname neither lightly nor heavily, gently reprimanding her sister.
Tang Qinqin felt even more wronged now.
She looked at her sister, unable to speak her grievances, so she could only glare viciously at Lin Yu, this big pervert, and vent all her anger on him.
Lin Yu had no choice but to sit there shamelessly, fiddling with the beer, pretending not to know anything.
Tang Qinqin turned and left, going back to the kitchen to bring out more food.
Lin Yu sat on the kang, feeling very helpless, and couldn't stop sighing in his heart.
The difficulty of implementing this plan was much harder than Lin Yu had originally anticipated.
How to implement it was simple enough.
But overcoming the moral condemnation was truly difficult.
Lin Yu hadn't actually been so creepy as to really look; at that time, he had completely focused his gaze on the tip of his nose, to the point where everything else was double vision!
But even so, Lin Yu still felt uneasy in his conscience.
Not towards Tang's mother, but towards Tang Qinqin.
Lin Yu suddenly realized that doing this was actually very unfair to Tang Qinqin.
She would be plunged into a painful situation.
If he really changed her impression of him, then while protecting her mother, she would definitely try to find a way to make her sister leave this bad guy too.
But she was destined to be unable to pull Tang Manman away from him.
Moreover, according to his plan, Tang's mother was also supposed to stand on his side, making her fully realize that her mother had already been deceived by Lin Yu, this bad guy.
Only in this way could she gather all her energy to help him fight against destiny together.
Sigh.
Lin Yu sighed softly and silently.
There was no other way now.
Little sister-in-law.
In order to prevent your sister's and your brother-in-law's future lives from heading towards an irreversible collapse, I can only wrong you for a bit.
In the future, I will use your sister's name to buy you more delicious food and drinks to make it up to you.
Don't you like eating jelly?
When the time comes, I'll have your sister Qing Mo open a jelly factory for you, and you can eat as much as you want!
Gently exhaling another breath, Lin Yu's gaze became firm.
No matter what.
He absolutely, absolutely, absolutely had to prevent that final tragedy from happening.
If this incident couldn't be avoided again.
And Tang Manman suffered some accident because of it.
Then he really wouldn't be able to live on.

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world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

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.”