In the dimly lit high-end restaurant, Lin Yu heard a clattering sound of shattering.
As for whether that crisp sound was the sound of a breaking heart, or the sound of a worldview collapsing along with a soul, Lin Yu couldn't be bothered to figure it out.
Patting Qing Mo's cheek lightly with his hand, Lin Yu whispered in a voice only she could hear:
"Good girl."
Qing Mo's soft body imperceptibly tightened, and her black eyes rippled as if they were about to melt.
Lin Yu withdrew his hand. Just as he was about to sit down opposite Qing Mo, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.
He looked toward the dining table he had casually glanced at earlier.
When he saw clearly the food on the table, Lin Yu's face, which had unintentionally grown a bit paler due to the change of seasons, instantly darkened.
The food on the square table was divided into two portions.
One portion was placed in front of Qing Mo, and the other in front of the empty seat.
Qing Mo's portion of food was relatively normal.
A butter-baked lobster, a small plate of vegetable salad, a strange dish whose original ingredients couldn't be recognized, and a glass of crystal-clear red wine.
Mhm.
A standard Western meal pairing, very reasonable.
But the food opposite Qing Mo was a bit off.
At a glance, the empty seat was filled with white round porcelain plates.
Looking up, it was a whole spread of opened oysters.
And they were all the raw kind.
Qing Mo!
What are you trying to do!
Lin Yu was so angry he didn't even have the mood to sit down.
He stood by the table, turned to look at Qing Mo, his black pupils almost shooting fire.
Facing Lin Yu's anger, Qing Mo didn't panic at all.
She didn't know when she had used a fork to pick up a small piece of lobster meat and placed it by her mouth.
At this moment, paired with Lin Yu's angry gaze, she leisurely stuffed the lobster meat into her mouth, but didn't immediately pull out the fork used as a tool.
She just gently held the silver-white fork with her red lips.
Her gaze was provocative and slightly playful as she looked at Lin Yu.
With an expectant look of "What are you going to do about it?".
Even knowing Qing Mo's purpose in doing this, Lin Yu couldn't tolerate it anymore.
Twice!
Twice in one day!
Did you two secretly agree on this?
To both stimulate me today?
Lin Yu couldn't tolerate it, and didn't want to tolerate it anymore.
Ignoring the table of food that had barely been touched, Lin Yu grabbed Qing Mo's slender wrist, pale and cold as the moon, and dragged her toward the elevator, heading straight for the room on the upper floor of the hotel...
...
To be honest, Lin Yu really didn't understand.
Why couldn't some people see their own status clearly?
High posture, empty talk.
Her resistance wasn't even as high as Tang Manman's...
No!
Not even half of hers!
Terribly weak!
Lin Yu turned sideways, reached into his pants pocket by the bed to pull out a pack of cigarettes, and then sat back on the bed.
He took a cigarette from the box and put it in his mouth, then lit it with the lighter hidden in the cigarette box.
Lin Yu took a deep drag, and two seconds later, he exhaled a long puff of smoke.
Glancing at Qing Mo, who was like a puddle of mud beside him, Lin Yu didn't forget to get down to business:
"I've already talked to Tang Manman and Xia Muzhu."
"From now on, you three will be sisters."
"You don't have any objections, right?"
Qing Mo lay on the bed, her half-open eyelids showing scattered and lifeless eyes that moved slightly, then raised a bit to look at Lin Yu, saying in a weak voice:
"I, I don't agree..."
Oh ho?
Lin Yu raised an eyebrow, finding it interesting.
You kid still disagree?
What do you have to disagree about?
Just asking for it, huh?
Lin Yu couldn't be bothered to waste his breath on her. With a cigarette in his mouth, he abruptly climbed up from the bed...
...
Pout, tilt head, peace sign.
After taking a photo in a photography style from the last century, Gong Yue happily looked at her phone to check the results of her photoshoot.
On the phone screen, the girl's cute face and the beautiful flowers each took up half.
Each showing off their unique beauty.
Gong Yue looked at the photo and nodded in satisfaction.
Not bad, not bad.
Looks like I can take great photos even without those photographers~
Hehe.
Saved another fifty bucks!
Gong Yue put away her phone in satisfaction.
Just as she was planning to continue strolling around this botanical garden to see if there were any other spots to check in and take photos.
She looked up and noticed a commotion in the surrounding crowd.
???
What's going on here?
Being a pure fun-seeker, Gong Yue stood on her tiptoes, following everyone's gaze, trying to find the cause of the crowd's commotion.
Soon, she understood why the crowd was in a commotion.
There was a beauty!
A super, super, super big beauty!
Gong Yue looked at that face, which had no heavy makeup or bright colors, but was breathtakingly beautiful, and for a moment couldn't help but open her mouth in amazement.
She was a genuine heterosexual.
She had absolutely no thoughts of that sort toward the same sex.
But upon seeing this Fairy Sister, she couldn't control the slight flutter in her heart.
If looks were justice, then this sister was justice itself!
Gong Yue stood on her tiptoes, staring intently at the somewhat cold-faced Fairy Sister.
Scientists say looking at beauties can make you live longer.
She was aiming for immortality today!
After standing on her tiptoes for a while, Gong Yue suddenly frowned.
Ugh.
Her line of sight was blocked.
This tall man is so in the way!
Can you stop blocking me from seeing the Fairy Sister?
Wait...
No!
Why is the Fairy Sister holding hands with this guy?
Ahhhhh!
Let go right now!
You...
...
The anger and dissatisfaction on Gong Yue's face instantly froze when she saw the man's face clearly.
N-no way?
Why does this person look so much like Lin Yu!
Gong Yue was so shocked her eyes almost popped out.
At this moment, she couldn't care less about the beauty who was a hundred percent gorgeous.
She dropped her heels to the ground, raised her hands to rub her eyes vigorously, and then stood on her tiptoes again, looking at the man with apprehension.
This time, the man's face turned slightly toward her.
Seeing that familiar face.
Gong Yue's heart skipped a beat.
Undoubtedly.
This was freaking Lin Yu!
How did he find such a beautiful girlfriend?
And looking at the clothes and jewelry on the iceberg beauty.
Good heavens!
How many of me could that buy?
Wait!
Gong Yue suddenly realized something even more important.
That's not right!
Didn't Wang Xiao, who opened the fried chicken salad rice shop at the school gate, say that Lin Yu was now with Tang Manman?
Then what's the deal with this woman?
Is she Lin Yu's previous girlfriend with the really good figure?
She doesn't look like it either!
Although this beautiful sister is very pretty and has a good figure, her overall figure is slightly on the thin side, so she definitely couldn't be considered to have a really good figure!
Could it be...
Gong Yue stood rooted to the spot, raising a hand to cover her wide-open mouth.
Is this no longer just a matter of two-timing?!
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!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
