The Official Love Interest of the Second Female Lead

"Boyfriend?"

"What boyfriend?"

Xia Muzhu blinked her eyes and asked curiously.

"Uh..."

"Are you still single, sis?"

Lin Yu asked with some surprise.

"Yeah, I'm single."

Xia Muzhu nodded matter-of-factly.

"I see."

"I thought someone as amazing as you would have a lot of suitors."

Lin Yu replied with a smile, but inwardly, alarm bells were ringing.

Holy crap!

No boyfriend?

Did I get the wrong person?

The thought flashed through Lin Yu's mind, but he quickly dismissed it.

No way.

Xia Muzhu had to be the second female lead—otherwise, that eerie sense of familiarity when he first saw her wouldn’t make sense!

Besides...

Lin Yu sneakily glanced at the ample curves of Xia Muzhu’s chest and silently marveled.

Since transmigrating, he’d never seen anything on this scale before—it matched the second female lead from the hentai manga perfectly. There was no way he was wrong!

In the manga, every female lead had her own male counterpart, but that didn’t necessarily mean a boyfriend.

Take Tang Manman and her spineless childhood friend, for example. They’d grown up together, had feelings for each other, but just hadn’t confessed yet.

Could it be that Xia Muzhu also had a similar almost-lover, just one step away from making things official?

Lin Yu lowered his gaze, deep in thought, but couldn’t recall any details about Xia Muzhu’s canon love interest.

Frowning briefly before relaxing, he decided not to dwell on it. After all, Xia Muzhu was right here—her destined partner couldn’t just vanish, could he?

He’d meet him sooner or later.

And when he did, maybe more memories would come back.

The two changed direction and headed toward Xia Muzhu’s home.

Entering the unmanned residential complex, passing through the broken gate, Lin Yu followed Xia Muzhu into the elevator and rode up to the sixth floor. They stopped in front of Unit 603, where Xia Muzhu pressed her finger against the fingerprint lock.

"Beep. Beep."

Two faint but audible electronic tones sounded, and the door swung open.

"Make yourself at home. I’ll go cook the fish."

Once inside, Xia Muzhu gestured for Lin Yu to sit while she carried the grocery bags into the kitchen.

Seizing the opportunity while she was gone, Lin Yu quickly scanned the surroundings for more clues.

First, the apartment wasn’t small. Just the visible living room, kitchen, and dining area combined were easily over 100 square meters—proof that Xia Muzhu lived comfortably.

Second, in the southwest corner of the living room was a box filled with toys and game controllers, and by the shoe rack at the entrance were several pairs of cartoon slippers with Ultraman prints.

These details suggested Xia Muzhu wasn’t living alone—she likely shared the place with a young child, probably a boy.

Combined with her earlier outburst when they first met, this had to be her middle-school-aged younger brother.

After surveying the general layout, Lin Yu turned his attention to the fingerprint-locked security door.

The door’s security was top-notch—the chances of a stranger breaking in were practically zero.

At this thought, Lin Yu’s brow furrowed slightly.

The moment he’d stepped inside, he’d felt a vague sense of déjà vu, as if the hentai manga had briefly depicted Xia Muzhu’s home.

But that didn’t necessarily mean her second intimate scene took place here.

After all, in the original manga’s plot, the antagonist often coerced Xia Muzhu into doing things at her own home.

So it made sense that the place felt familiar.

Wait—

Lin Yu suddenly caught onto a crucial detail.

In the original hentai plot, when the antagonist forced himself on Xia Muzhu in her own home...

How could her canon love interest not show up?

This was a netorare (NTR) manga!

Without those beloved—(forcefully crossed out)—those universally despised NTR tropes, could it even be called an NTR manga?

With this realization, Lin Yu frowned and racked his brain, hoping this clue would trigger his memory and reveal who Xia Muzhu’s destined partner was.

As he dug deeper into his memories, fragments of explicit scenes gradually sharpened in his mind.

Finally.

In one particularly unspeakable scene, Lin Yu spotted Xia Muzhu’s fated lover.

Hidden behind a slightly ajar door, the figure’s widened eyes reflected the intense movements of the two on the bed—filled with shock, pain, envy, resentment, and a mix of other complicated emotions.

Lin Yu strained to focus and, through the crack, finally got a clear look at the cuckold’s face.

…?

Staring at the youthful face and petite frame behind the door, Lin Yu’s mind flooded with confusion.

Whose kid is this, peeping at something they shouldn’t?

As he internally complained, a sudden epiphany connected all the scattered clues.

He turned his head sharply toward Xia Muzhu, busy in the kitchen, and froze in shock.

Her destined partner… couldn’t possibly be her little brother, could it?