After Lin Yu relayed Tang Manman's request to Xia Muzhu, Xia Muzhu gladly agreed and put an extra egg into the steamer.
Soon, breakfast was ready.
Lin Yu, Xia Muzhu, and Tang Manman sat around the table.
Things were still a bit awkward between Xia Muzhu and Tang Manman, so they didn't talk much, but at least they had some brief exchanges.
Moreover, thanks to Xia Muzhu's earlier friendly gesture, the relationship between the two had visibly grown closer.
Sitting between the two of them, Lin Yu was so thrilled he almost wanted to cry.
Could this be considered achieving the reconciliation of the century?
It probably counts, right?
What a pity.
It's just that Qing Mo wasn't here.
Otherwise, they could have taken a couple of family photos.
Speak of the devil.
Just as Lin Yu thought of Qing Mo, his phone on the table buzzed.
Lin Yu glanced over and saw a text message from Qing Mo.
Qing Mo: Xu Mingyao messaged me again wanting to see me.
Lin Yu swallowed the egg in his mouth and quickly picked up his phone to reply and ask.
Long Aotian: What exactly did she say?
Qing Mo: She just wants to ask me out for another meal. This time, she said she only wants it to be the two of us and doesn't want you there.
Long Aotian: So what did you say?
Qing Mo: I haven't replied to her yet.
Lin Yu held his phone, thought for a moment, and quickly typed a reply.
Long Aotian: Then you should go.
Long Aotian: Dress up nicely.
Long Aotian: Do you know what kind of clothes Xu Mingyao likes you to wear and how she likes you to dress up?
Qing Mo: ...
Qing Mo: I have a rough idea.
Long Aotian: OK.
Long Aotian: Then dress up beautifully to go see her.
Long Aotian: The kind that will absolutely mesmerize her.
Long Aotian: When the time comes, I'll pretend to bump into you guys.
Qing Mo: ...
Qing Mo: Okay.
Qing Mo: ...
Qing Mo: This time...
Qing Mo: Are we still doing that?
Lin Yu knew what Qing Mo was referring to, and his fingers flew across the screen to type a reply.
Long Aotian: Not this time.
Long Aotian: Just go have a normal meal with her, and then go shopping afterwards.
Long Aotian: Remember not to choose a private room when eating.
Long Aotian: Just eat in the main dining hall.
Long Aotian: To prevent her from pestering you shamelessly.
Qing Mo: Okay.
Qing Mo: ...
Qing Mo: Do we really not need to?
Qing Mo: I actually can do it...
Lin Yu held his phone, smacked his lips a couple of times, feeling a bit speechless.
Qing Mo.
You really live up to your reputation.
Thinking about it, Lin Yu decided to let it go.
After all, playing that trick while shopping was a bit inappropriate, and the risk factor was a bit high.
Furthermore.
As a former moderator of the Pure Love forum who was well-versed in the Art of Cuckoldry.
He had hundreds of methods.
Hundreds!
To cuckold Xu Mingyao to the point of absolute torment.
Why limit himself to just one method?
Better to try different tricks on her, giving her endless novelty!
Long Aotian: Let's forget about it.
Long Aotian: If we use the same trick too much, she'll get suspicious.
Long Aotian: You don't need to worry about anything this time.
Long Aotian: Just dress up beautifully, and leave the rest to me.
Qing Mo: Alright... (Cat sighing emoji)
???
Lin Yu didn't quite understand.
What the heck are you sighing for?
Long Aotian: When is she meeting you?
Qing Mo: This afternoon.
Lin Yu glanced at the time on his phone screen and saw it was already 9:00 AM.
Calculating the time, Lin Yu felt he could pretty much sort things out with Tang Manman and Xia Muzhu before the afternoon.
Once he got away, he would have plenty of time to stage an accidental encounter with Qing Mo.
Long Aotian: I'm OK on my end.
Long Aotian: If your schedule allows it too.
Long Aotian: Then go ahead and agree to her request.
Long Aotian: Let me know in advance where you guys are going shopping.
Qing Mo: Okay.
After finalizing the afternoon itinerary with Qing Mo, Lin Yu put down his phone.
He continued to focus on tackling the breakfast in front of him.
It was strange to say.
He didn't know what kind of magic Xia Muzhu had.
Even the eggs she boiled tasted different from the ones outside.
Perhaps they were laid by a different breed of chicken.
Or maybe there were some other random reasons.
The egg yolks Xia Muzhu boiled were actually a tangerine-red color, just like an orange peel.
They also tasted much more fragrant than ordinary eggs.
Perhaps this was one of the buffs brought about by her innate perfect-wife constitution?
Culinary mastery?
Hmmmm...
Not bad!
Breakfast ended perfectly in an atmosphere that was slightly awkward between the two women, but mostly harmonious.
After breakfast, Xia Muzhu was getting ready to leave.
She was going to the hospital to visit Xia Yueshan.
She could never stop worrying about him.
She wanted to spend more time with him.
Hoping he would wake up sooner.
Xia Muzhu was leaving.
Lin Yu was fine with it, but Tang Manman absolutely refused to stay there any longer.
It just felt too awkward.
Left with no choice, Lin Yu accompanied Xia Muzhu and Tang Manman out the door.
After leaving the residential complex, Xia Muzhu hailed a cab to go back to the Western restaurant from last night.
After all, her car was still parked there.
After Xia Muzhu got into the taxi and left, Lin Yu and Tang Manman looked at each other at the complex gate.
"You're keeping me company today!"
Tang Manman took a half-step forward, pressing her soft body against Lin Yu. She hugged his arm and looked up at him with her delicate, innocent face as she spoke.
Looking at her like that.
It was as if she was afraid Lin Yu would run away.
"Uh..."
Lin Yu scratched his head with his finger, his smile a bit awkward.
Seriously.
Why didn't you say so earlier?
Don't you know your boyfriend's schedule is fully booked right now?
Seeing Lin Yu's troubled expression, Tang Manman instantly became unhappy. She vigorously shook the arm she was holding and whined coquettishly:
"You promised to keep me company yesterday!"
"And you didn't!"
"I don't care!"
"You have to spend time with me today!"
Knowing he was in the wrong, Lin Yu stammered a little.
"B-but I really have things to do."
"I don't care!"
Tang Manman said angrily.
But after thinking about it, she still hesitated, afraid of delaying Lin Yu's important business, and asked:
"What kind of things do you have to do?"
"Revenge."
Lin Yu said with a serious face.
"What kind of revenge?"
Tang Manman tilted her head slightly, completely bewildered.
Lin Yu thought for a moment, feeling that if Tang Manman found out he had slept with so many women, she would be so angry she'd bite him again.
For the sake of his personal safety, Lin Yu chose to hide the truth.
"It's better if you don't know about this."
"Don't worry, I won't be in any danger."
"It's not the kind of revenge where people stab each other with knives."
"Instead, it's a kind of..."
Lin Yu paused for a moment before continuing:
"Spiritual revenge."
"Spiritual revenge?"
Tang Manman still looked completely confused.
However, knowing that Lin Yu had actual business to attend to, she decided not to pester him anymore.
Just as Tang Manman was about to take a taxi and leave.
Lin Yu suddenly remembered something. He took out the bank card that Zhao Dahu had shoved into his pocket, slapped it into Tang Manman's hand, and said:
"Take this bank card."
"The password is six zeros."
"I'm not sure how much money is in it either."
"A friend of mine is paying back a favor."
"Here, take the money."
"Don't worry, I didn't get it from another woman."
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?
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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!
