It was finally a success.
Lin Yu looked at the three women before him, each with her own unique charm, as delicate and beautiful as flowers.
A surge of wild ecstasy uncontrollably welled up in his heart.
He had put in so much effort.
And now, he had finally succeeded!
Under their half-shy, yet explicitly inviting gazes.
Lin Yu's heart raced, his breathing quickened, and his whole body thrilled with excitement.
Just as he was getting to work.
Lin Yu suddenly felt a stir in his mind, and a chilling sensation of being watched crept up from the bottom of his heart.
In a panic, Lin Yu instinctively looked toward a certain direction.
With just one glance, Lin Yu lost all his strength and composure, looking as terrified as if he had just seen the most horrifying and hideous demon in the world.
Outside the open door stood a black-haired young man, radiating anger.
He looked at everything happening inside the room, the shock in his eyes quickly igniting into fury.
He looked at him with hatred in his eyes, as if looking at an enemy...
...
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Lin Yu jolted awake from his dream. Within just a few seconds, cold sweat had drenched his entire body.
His eyes widened in terror and sorrow, as if he hadn't yet managed to pull himself out of the dream's lingering emotions.
It was already morning. Although Tang Manman hadn't woken up yet due to her exhaustion from the previous night, having had enough sleep, she was now in a state of light slumber.
Lin Yu's unusual reaction quickly woke her up.
She opened her eyes to see Lin Yu breathing heavily and covered in cold sweat. Out of concern, she voiced the first thought that came to her mind.
Did you have a nightmare?
Lin Yu turned his head to look at her.
On the face of the usually omnipotent Lin Yu, she actually saw tears.
Tang Manman immediately realized that Lin Yu must have had a truly terrifying nightmare.
Without hesitation, she opened her arms and pulled Lin Yu's head into her embrace.
Like a mother comforting her child, she gently stroked the hair on the back of his head with one hand while softly soothing him:
There, there.
There, there~
Don't be afraid anymore.
It's all fake. It's not real.
You're okay.
Everything is okay now.
Snuggled in Tang Manman's arms, Lin Yu couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his face.
Tang Manman's embrace was warm and soft, carrying the sweet, fragrant scent of a young woman.
Yet, it couldn't soothe Lin Yu's wounded soul in the slightest.
Instead, it made him lose control of his emotions even more.
What's wrong?
What did you dream about?
Why are you so scared?
Tang Manman's soft, gentle voice sounded from above him. Lin Yu replied in a muffled voice:
It's nothing.
Seeing that Lin Yu didn't want to talk about it, Tang Manman didn't press the issue. She simply held him gently, stroking his hair bit by bit, comforting his wounded heart.
Under Tang Manman's gentle comfort, Lin Yu gradually calmed down.
Lin Yu often missed the face that had appeared in his dream.
He also missed the time when he was still him.
But now...
The light in Lin Yu's tear-stained eyes gradually faded away.
Heh.
Lin Yu twitched the corner of his mouth.
A silent, bitter smile.
Now, whether in body or soul, he was completely no longer him.
Had he ultimately become the person he hated the most?
Haji-Yu.
You really are a failure...
...
???
I'm trying to be sentimental here!
Can't you be a bit serious?!
Ugh!
Damn it.
As my current body, you really have no shame at all...
...
After their intense battle, the two took a shower.
Since he had finally paid off his debts.
Lin Yu no longer needed to rush to his next engagement.
Thinking about how Tang Manman was willing to accept Qing Mo and Xia Muzhu, Lin Yu felt not only happy but also a desire to make it up to her.
So, Lin Yu planned to spend another day having fun with Tang Manman.
Thinking about it carefully, Lin Yu realized that there were still many regrets between him and Tang Manman that had yet to be remedied.
Anyway, there wasn't much going on lately.
Lin Yu intended to take her out for a really good time.
After getting dressed and tidied up, Lin Yu sat on the sofa, looked toward Tang Manman, who was washing her face in the bathroom, and asked:
Where do you want to go later?
Tang Manman paused her face-washing. She thought for a moment, suddenly got an idea, and looked at Lin Yu, saying:
Let's go take a walk around our old high school.
We can also drop by that nearby mall.
I want to eat the fried milk from that mall.
When Tang Manman mentioned that mall, Lin Yu instinctively remembered that incident.
His entire body instantly tensed up, and suddenly every pore on his skin seemed to exude a guilty conscience.
Tang Manman had only brought it up casually and hadn't thought much of it.
But seeing Lin Yu's guilty expression, Tang Manman suddenly remembered that incident too.
All at once, she lost any desire to finish washing her face.
With water droplets still clinging to her pure and innocent face, Tang Manman walked over in a huff and plopped herself right down onto Lin Yu's lap.
Like a charging bull, she pressed her wet forehead against Lin Yu's, speaking through gritted teeth.
Lin Yu.
Did you forget something?
What?
Lin Yu's eyes darted left and right, not daring to meet Tang Manman's gaze.
He naturally knew what Tang Manman was talking about; he was just playing dumb.
You don't remember?
Tang Manman's pitch went up a notch. She applied some force, pushing Lin Yu's head back a bit with her own forehead.
You threw away someone else's things.
And you have absolutely no recollection of it?
Hmm?
Seeing Tang Manman acting like an angry little bull, Lin Yu knew he couldn't avoid it anymore and had to compromise:
Okay, okay, okay.
I'll make it up to you.
Seeing Lin Yu say this, Tang Manman stopped pressing her forehead against his.
Straddling Lin Yu's lap, she gave a delicate hmph and said:
That's more like it.
But on second thought, recalling the grievances she had suffered at that time, she immediately and indignantly raised the price:
Just making it up isn't enough!
You have to give me even more!
Alright, alright, alright.
I'll give you more, I'll give you more.
Lin Yu was helpless and could only agree.
After all, when it came to throwing away those vouchers, no matter how you looked at it, Lin Yu was in the wrong.
After the issue of compensating for the vouchers was settled, Tang Manman originally wanted to get up.
But her thoughts uncontrollably drifted back along the timeline of the past.
She thought of her crazy self on that snowy night.
Tang Manman suddenly felt a bit sorrowful.
She softly hugged Lin Yu in front of her, rested her chin on his shoulder, and asked quietly:
When I did that the other day...
Did it make things very difficult for you?
Tang Manman's voice sounded softly by his ear.
Her warm, moist breath brushed against his ear, tickling him slightly.
Lin Yu didn't mind it; that brief sentence had already dragged him, too, into the vast ocean of memories.
Scenes from the past flashed before his eyes.
His dark eyes gradually lost their focus.
In the very end.
What remained before Lin Yu's eyes was not any particular person, nor any particular event.
But himself.
Lin Yu looked at the black-haired young man before him, someone he was incredibly familiar with.
Facing his anger.
A layer of sorrow surfaced in Lin Yu's eyes.
He spoke softly.
Unsure whether he was speaking to Tang Manman or to his past self, he said:
"It doesn't matter anymore."
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!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
