Xu Mingyao was so provoked by anger that her body even showed faint signs of trembling.
But Lin Yu acted as if he hadn't seen a thing.
Braving Xu Mingyao's gaze, which looked as though she wanted to tear him to shreds, Lin Yu wore a face full of smiles and greeted her like a hospitable host:
"You're here?"
"Have a seat."
Xu Mingyao gritted her teeth.
Lin Yu's attitude made her realize something was off.
Logically speaking.
Lin Yu's hatred for her was probably no less than her hatred for him.
So how did he suddenly put on such a pleasant and amiable face?
Xu Mingyao couldn't quite figure out what Lin Yu had up his sleeve.
Subconsciously, she shifted her gaze to Qing Mo, who was beside Lin Yu.
Qing Mo's behavior seemed very normal.
She sat at the table, leaning forward slightly, her left elbow resting on the tabletop. Her left hand was loosely clenched, her curled knuckles pressed against her lips.
At this moment, she was intently looking at the sukiyaki menu on the table.
Even when Xu Mingyao came in, she only cast a casual glance before lowering her eyes again, fixing her gaze back onto the menu.
It seemed she was seriously considering what other dishes to add.
Although Qing Mo's behavior seemed perfectly normal.
Xu Mingyao knew very well that with Lin Yu's personality, he would definitely try every possible way to humiliate her.
Looking at that hypocritical, nauseating smile on his face, Xu Mingyao knew he was definitely plotting something malicious!
It was just that...
The experience from the day before yesterday had already made things very clear to Xu Mingyao.
She had no choices left now.
Suppressing the anger in her heart.
Xu Mingyao really wanted to mimic her father's demeanor in the business world; even when facing a top rival he secretly wished to kill, he could still laugh and talk cheerfully, not letting his emotions show on his face.
But Xu Mingyao tried it for a moment and quickly realized she couldn't do it!
Now, as soon as she saw Lin Yu's damn face, she would remember that night, his scolding and Qing Mo's sounds of pleasure.
She remembered that photo of Qing Mo with her chin being pinched, her eyes hazy with desire.
And to think, the dress Qing Mo was wearing in that photo was the very one Xu Mingyao loved seeing her wear the most!
Managing to hold back from cursing Lin Yu out loud was already the absolute limit of what Xu Mingyao could do right now!
Ignoring Lin Yu, Xu Mingyao took off her shoes, stepped onto the tatami mat in her white socks, and went to sit down beside Qing Mo.
"Sister Qing Mo."
When facing Qing Mo, Xu Mingyao suddenly became a completely different person.
Her voice was soft and gentle, and the tender affection in her eyes made her look like a sweet, considerate girl next door as she spoke softly to Qing Mo:
"This is the bag I saw you wanted on your Moments."
As she spoke, Xu Mingyao took the luxury bag out of her pocket and offered it to Qing Mo with both hands:
"I bought it for you, Sister Qing Mo."
Xu Mingyao said in a tiny voice, the slightly drooping corners of her eyes fully portraying her caution and pitifulness.
Unfortunately.
Xu Mingyao's display was completely lost on a blind audience.
Qing Mo still maintained her posture of resting her elbow on the table and pressing her knuckles against her lips, not even sparing half a glance at Xu Mingyao beside her, as if she couldn't see her at all.
Seeing Qing Mo being so impolite, Lin Yu was displeased. He furrowed his brows and said with a tone of reprimand:
"What are you doing?"
"She is talking to you."
"Why are you pretending you can't hear?"
As Lin Yu spoke, Qing Mo's body suddenly exhibited an extremely subtle abnormality.
The muscles in her body seemed to tense up at this moment.
Even the fingers pressed against her lips pressed down a bit harder, her nails almost digging into the flesh of her palm.
However, like hidden undercurrents beneath a calm sea, these minute reactions from Qing Mo completely escaped Xu Mingyao's notice.
She thought Qing Mo was just ignoring her because she was mad at her.
At the same time, she was also very dissatisfied with the tone of that bastard, Lin Yu.
Although she really didn't want to admit it.
But you are already together with Qing Mo now.
Couldn't you be a little gentler with her, you bastard?
What a vulgar man!
If it were me, I definitely wouldn't use such a scolding tone to speak to her. I would be gentle and meticulous...
While Xu Mingyao was feeling indignant, Qing Mo had already chosen to obey Lin Yu's command, turning her face to look at the bag in her hands.
After a brief glance, Qing Mo said in a calm tone:
"I don't want it."
"Take it back."
The words that slipped past Qing Mo's lips sounded a bit strange.
Even though her tone was flat and her words lacked much emotional fluctuation, her speaking speed was just a tiny bit fast.
This was highly unusual.
It was as if she was tightening her throat, trying hard to suppress the fluctuating emotions in her voice.
However, this slightly abnormal speaking speed was not very obvious.
Moreover, Xu Mingyao had absolutely no mind to pay attention to these trivial details.
Right now, her mind was entirely occupied by one single thing.
Qing Mo didn't want this bag?
"W-Why?"
Xu Mingyao asked, stunned and confused:
"But just the day before yesterday, I saw you post on your Moments, Sister Qing Mo, saying that this bag's design is really nice, just a bit hard to buy."
"I saw it."
"And I immediately pulled some strings to buy it for you..."
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.”
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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!
