Hidden Weapons

And there was one more thing that even someone with Qing Mo's personality found somewhat difficult to say.

That was...

...

Actually, this kind of thrilling feeling is pretty nice...

...

Hearing that Qing Mo didn't mind this kind of thing, Lin Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

The burden on his heart was lifted.

Lin Yu was in a great mood.

He suddenly felt like he could eat a ton of food.

It didn't take long for the chefs to finish preparing the fresh seafood, and plate after plate of delicious, aromatic, and beautifully presented dishes were brought to the table.

Lin Yu picked up his chopsticks and started to dig in.

Qing Mo, just as she had said, wasn't hungry.

However, whenever Lin Yu found something delicious and recommended it to her, she never refused and politely gave it a taste.

As Lin Yu ate, he suddenly remembered Qing Mo's earlier absence.

While chewing the food in his mouth, Lin Yu looked at Qing Mo and asked,

"Do you have any plans for this afternoon?"

"If you're free, come with me to meet Tang Manman and Xia Muzhu."

"You guys should get to know each other."

Qing Mo didn't refuse. She nodded, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, her pale, jade-like cheeks flushed slightly as she asked,

"Have you already... with the two of them?"

Lin Yu nodded and said without any hesitation,

"You're the only one left!"

Qing Mo's face turned even redder. She shyly lowered her gaze, biting her lower lip in anticipation.

Lin Yu completely failed to realize that what he was talking about and what Qing Mo understood were no longer on the same wavelength...

...

Well, actually, it couldn't be completely considered as not being on the same wavelength.

It was only a matter of time.

But for this afternoon, Lin Yu genuinely just wanted to take Qing Mo out to have a meal with the two of them and do a simple introduction.

So, Lin Yu was a bit puzzled by Qing Mo's sudden shyness and silence.

Looking at Qing Mo's slightly reserved, bashful appearance, a plan formed in Lin Yu's mind, and a mischievous thought arose.

He picked up a piece of fish from the spicy boiled fish dish and placed it on his own plate behind the pot, using the tall pot to block Qing Mo's line of sight.

Then, he raised his chopsticks again, picked out eight or nine peppercorns from the pot, and placed them on top of the fish.

He flipped one side of the fish over and squeezed it together, creating a simple hidden weapon.

"Here."

"Say ah~"

Lin Yu smiled brightly as he picked up the piece of fish, offering to feed it to Qing Mo.

Without suspecting a thing, Qing Mo happily took a small bite.

!

Seeing Qing Mo's cool eyebrows shoot up, her expression changing from a somewhat cute aloofness to shock, and then contorting, Lin Yu laughed so hard he couldn't close his mouth.

Spitting the hidden weapon out of her mouth, Qing Mo glared at Lin Yu indignantly.

However, this angry emotion didn't last long before it quickly dissipated.

People can never really stay mad at someone they like.

Not to mention that even when Qing Mo was angry, Lin Yu wasn't afraid in the slightest.

Looking at Qing Mo's puffed-up appearance, which had lost its coldness and become even more adorable.

Lin Yu reached out his hand and, like a hooligan teasing a little girl, a lecher teasing a decent woman, or a delinquent harassing a beauty, he used his finger to flick Qing Mo's chin.

He laughed even more happily.

Qing Mo wanted to pretend to be angry to regain the face she had lost after being repeatedly teased by Lin Yu.

But just being with Lin Yu made her so happy.

How could she possibly get angry?

Looking at Lin Yu's sly yet cute smile.

Qing Mo held back.

She held back some more.

Eventually, she couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into laughter along with him.

The iceberg melted, and Qing Mo's smile bloomed like a flower.

Lin Yu stared at her, slightly dazed.

Qing Mo rarely smiled.

But when she did, she was truly beautiful.

A super, incredibly, exceptionally gorgeous beauty like Qing Mo.

It would be abnormal if she didn't draw stares wherever she went.

Just a moment ago in the restaurant, she had only walked around with Lin Yu to grab some food.

Yet countless eyes had already followed her.

Seeing this iceberg beauty being teased by the blonde delinquent sitting across from her, the crowd felt quite indignant.

But when they saw the iceberg beauty smiling instead of getting angry, their hearts first tightened, and then completely died.

After finishing the meal with Qing Mo, Lin Yu immediately took out his phone, ready to summon contestants number two and three into the arena.

Long Aotian: Coming to New World Plaza?

Long Aotian: We're going shopping.

Tang Manman: Okaay!

Tang Manman: I'll be right there!

Switching chat windows...

Long Aotian: Coming to New World Plaza?

Long Aotian: We're going shopping.

Xia Muzhu: Okay.

Xia Muzhu: I'll be there in a bit.

Seeing that both of them had agreed, Lin Yu took Qing Mo and left the third floor of the mall, heading down to the ground floor to wait for them.

The first of the two to arrive was Tang Manman.

Looking around like a little sparrow, her tranquil face carried a look of joy and anticipation.

When she spotted Lin Yu, her pretty face lit up, but before her smile could fully blossom, she saw Qing Mo standing beside him.

The half-formed smile on her face froze.

Her joy was instantly masked by surprise and awkwardness.

Her footsteps halted in place. After a moment of hesitation, she slowly walked over, though she looked somewhat nervous and constrained.

Lin Yu glanced sideways at Qing Mo and gave her a look.

Qing Mo understood implicitly. She broke the silence first, reaching out her hand to Tang Manman and saying:

"Hello."

"I am Qing Mo."

Tang Manman had seen her a long time ago.

That was back in high school, when she would block the school gates every day, loudly declaring her intention to be Lin Yu's sugar mommy.

At that time, Tang Manman felt like the sky was falling.

Tang Manman was actually quite confident in her own looks.

After all, it wasn't like she didn't have mirrors at home.

But every time she saw the incredibly beautiful and insanely wealthy Qing Mo, she couldn't help but feel a bit insecure.

It was like that when she visited Lin Yu's school.

And it was like that this time too.

Even though her life was no longer as financially strained as before.

But every time she saw her, that familiar sense of inferiority came rushing back without the slightest reduction.

"H-hello."

Tang Manman reached out her hand and gently shook Qing Mo's extended hand.

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