The three hadn't walked far when Tang Manman made an excuse about needing to pick up medicine at the hospital and fled.
After Tang Manman left, Xia Muzhu's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
She breathed a sigh of relief and shot Lin Yu a somewhat reproachful glare.
Lin Yu fully displayed his thick-skinned skills, facing Xia Muzhu's slightly blaming gaze with a cheeky grin.
Faced with this, Xia Muzhu was left helpless against him.
Who asked her to like him?
Facing this boyfriend who was a bit younger than her, she never had the heart to blame him.
The meal was over, and Xia Muzhu prepared to head back to the hospital to continue keeping Xia Yueshan company.
Lin Yu stood where he was, somewhat unsure of where he should go.
Should he follow in Xia Muzhu's footsteps and accompany Xia Yueshan at the hospital with her?
Or should he go find Tang Manman and see what her attitude was regarding this brief interaction with Xia Muzhu?
Or maybe he should just go rest by himself for a while?
Go play some games to relax?
Lin Yu didn't know what to do. Torn, he slowly half-turned around and looked back in the direction they had come from.
His gaze swept through the air, piercing through the pure white snowflakes and the bitter winter wind, ultimately landing on an empty patch of ground.
Just a moment ago, a young man about a year or two younger than him had been standing right there.
Recalling his own actions just now, Lin Yu knew that what he had done was somewhat inappropriate.
The young man had stepped forward harboring anger against injustice and a yearning for pure love; he shouldn't have responded to him in such a slightly humiliating manner.
Even though he did it to make Xia Muzhu and Tang Manman more accepting of each other's existence.
But for that innocent young man, that method was indeed quite wrong.
But...
...
He had done it anyway.
So what?
A pristine snowflake fell gently onto Lin Yu's black eyelashes, faintly obscuring the hostility between his brows and making the numbness hidden in his eyes all the more prominent.
Lin Yu withdrew his gaze and slowly turned back around, continuing to face Xia Muzhu's retreating figure.
In the past, Lin Yu definitely wouldn't have treated that young man in such a way.
Even if he had a reason, he absolutely wouldn't have done that.
Just like a well-mannered Young Pioneer wouldn't spit on the ground just because his throat felt uncomfortable from phlegm.
But the current Lin Yu no longer cared.
I did it anyway.
So what?
...
...
Let it be...
...
The snowfall from the sky silently grew heavier.
Whether weighed down by the feather-light snowflakes on his eyelashes or simply exhausted from eating too vigorously earlier,
Lin Yu suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion.
Standing in the midst of the swirling snow, he gently closed his eyes.
Ding.
Only a few seconds after Lin Yu closed his eyes, the phone in his padded jacket pocket rang.
Lin Yu took out his phone, glanced at it, and found it was a message from Qing Mo.
Qing Mo: Xu Mingyao wants to see me.
Qing Mo: What should I do?
Qing Mo: Should I agree?
Looking at the messages sent by Qing Mo, the veins on the back of the hand gripping the phone gradually bulged, and his mouth stretched into an angry, sinister grin.
Even though he had his own share of the blame for ending up like this today,
It was absolutely inextricably linked to that bastard Xu Mingyao!
You piece of trash!
Just you wait!
I will use every single enemy tactic I learned during my time as the moderator of the Pure Love Forum on you, without missing a single one!
Long Aotian: Agree to it.
Long Aotian: Of course you have to agree.
Long Aotian: I'll go with you when the time comes.
Long Aotian: By the way, do you want to play something more exciting?
Qing Mo: ...
Qing Mo: I'm fine with whatever.
...
...
Damn it!
Damn it!
Damn it!!!
Xu Mingyao sat on her knees on the bed. She swept the bank cards on the bedsheets onto the floor and roared hysterically.
Just moments ago, Xu Mingyao had scoured through all the bank cards in her wallet and reached out to every friend she could still contact, but even pooling everything together, she couldn't scrape up two hundred thousand yuan.
Not to mention, what she needed was eight hundred thousand!
A full eight hundred thousand!
The reason she needed this sum of money so urgently,
Was because an hour ago,
Qing Mo, who almost never posted on Moments, made a rare post.
She posted a picture of a designer bag along with a line of text.
Qing Mo: It's rare to find a bag that catches my eye, but it's actually not sold domestically. Buying it is such a hassle.
When she saw this post, Xu Mingyao immediately realized it was a prime opportunity to win Qing Mo's favor.
Thanks to her previous splurging on luxury goods, Xu Mingyao was considered a super VIP at this brand's boutique.
The kind where she could have anything she wanted transferred globally.
She immediately picked up her phone and called the dedicated manager contact assigned to her by the brand.
After some communication, the six hundred and eighty thousand yuan bag was secured by Xu Mingyao at the price of eight hundred thousand.
Moreover, the bag would be air-freighted and delivered to her by noon the next day.
The issue of the purchasing channel was solved.
Next came the issue of money.
For the old Xu Mingyao, any problem related to money wasn't a problem at all.
But now?
She had spent almost an hour scraping and borrowing.
Xu Mingyao couldn't even put together the four hundred thousand yuan deposit for the bag.
This massive disparity made her feel both powerless and found it hard to accept.
In order to gather this money, she had even bowed her head to the suitor she had previously looked down upon the most, hoping to borrow an emergency sum from him.
But all she received in return was a round of sarcastic and mocking remarks from him.
Bowing her head to the person she despised the most, and even getting mocked by him.
The tremendous sense of shame and anger nearly drowned Xu Mingyao.
You have to know, before the Xu family's downfall, for a fly-like character who stuck to her like a plaster, Xu Mingyao felt that even taking a second glance at him was an insult to her eyes.
But now she was actually being humiliated by this kind of trash!
This intense sense of disparity was nearly driving Xu Mingyao crazy!
A bunch of bastards!!!
Xu Mingyao gnashed her teeth in hatred, her furious voice practically squeezed out through the gaps of her teeth.
Once I get Qing Mo's forgiveness.
Once the Xu family regains its vitality!
None of you bastards will have it easy!
Xu Mingyao secretly swore in her heart that when the time came, she would ruthlessly take revenge on this group of people who had brought her humiliation.
She was going to send them all to hell!
In reality, Xu Mingyao wasn't completely out of options right now.
There was one person she hadn't asked yet.
She knew.
If she opened her mouth to borrow money from her, that person would definitely lend it to her.
But how could Xu Mingyao possibly ask her?
All along, Xu Mingyao had faced her in the capacity of a master.
She held absolute dominance and authority in front of her.
A master would never bow her head to borrow money from her own dog.
In fact, Xu Mingyao felt that even if the day came where she was truly reduced to the point of having to borrow money from them.
Even if she had to risk being rejected and mocked by asking Ye You, Wang Yanyan, and the others for a loan, Xu Mingyao would never open her mouth to ask her!
Because acting tough in front of Tao Yaoyao was the very last way she could protect her dwindling dignity.
So.
No matter who she had to bow down to!
She refused to bow down to her!
But...
...
Xu Mingyao's delicate hand resting on the bed gradually tightened. Her eyes turned bloodshot, and her pale, bony hand clenched into a death grip, wrinkling the silver-gray bedding.
If she did not borrow money from her right now.
What else could she possibly do?
Give up this opportunity to get on Qing Mo's good side?
That was absolutely out of the question!!!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
