Indeed, nothing stirs a young man's heart quite like a married woman

Gu Yue was still chattering away when she suddenly noticed the person beside her had disappeared. She turned around to see Lin Yu frozen in place. Blinking curiously, she asked,

"Brother Long, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Lin Yu shook his head and continued walking forward.

Though his expression remained calm, his thoughts were in turmoil.

Had those two really broken up just like in the hentai manga plot?

Lin Yu felt an indescribable taste in his mouth.

He remembered the original storyline—after Tang Manman was "trained" by the delinquent, there was a scene where she broke up with her childhood sweetheart.

That scene...

Tsk tsk.

It could truly be called the pure love warrior's personal hell.

Especially that final manga panel where Tang Manman only showed half her face, lips curled in that deeply meaningful smile.

It looked... both painful and exciti—(entire line scratched out)

It looked painful and painful!

But given the current situation, their breakup might not be a bad thing.

Without the cuckoldry element, their separation was just an ordinary peaceful breakup.

Besides, that guy Yu Kai genuinely didn't deserve Tang Manman. When his girlfriend got bullied, he actually...

...

Wait.

Lin Yu suddenly realized the crucial point.

They were never actually in a relationship to begin with.

Whatever.

Doesn't matter.

Lin Yu rubbed his temples. As long as Tang Manman—the female lead of that hentai manga—was living well now, that was enough.

In the future...

At least during high school, she wouldn't suffer bullying anymore. That alone would make his efforts worthwhile!

Feeling lighter, he stretched lazily. As he glanced at Gu Yue's lightly made-up face, an idea flashed through his mind.

That's it!

Couldn't he also use makeup to conceal the uneven skin tones on his face?

If he combed the delinquent-style blond streaks on his left cheek backward, he might finally look like a normal human being again!!!

Excited by this realization, Lin Yu's eyes sparkled. Looking at Gu Yue—an expert in this field—he blurted out:

"How good are you at makeup?"

"Pretty decent," Gu Yue answered obediently, though confused by the sudden topic shift.

"Ahem."

Lin Yu grew nervous. After checking that no one was watching, he still didn't feel secure enough. He pulled Gu Yue behind a roadside tree, took several deep breaths, then hesitantly lifted the blond strands covering his left cheek.

"Can you make both sides of my face look the same color?"

Gu Yue's confusion vanished the moment she saw Lin Yu's left cheek, replaced by an extremely strained expression.

Her lips trembled as she fought to suppress laughter, eyes blinking rapidly to avoid betraying even a hint of amusement.

Soon, her composure cracked. She turned her head sharply left, eyes darting everywhere except Lin Yu's face.

Lin Yu dropped the blond hair back into place and glared at her, cheeks burning.

"Just answer!"

"Can you do it or not?"

Amid his embarrassment, Lin Yu felt a pang of relief—thank goodness he hadn't impulsively chopped off the blond streaks earlier. This look would've made people laugh themselves silly!

Once the hair covered his face again, Gu Yue regained some composure, though her lips still quivered. Her bright eyes poorly concealed lingering amusement as she nodded.

"I can."

"Really?"

"You can make both sides indistinguishable?" Lin Yu pressed.

As he spoke, Gu Yue's lips started trembling again. Finally, she sucked them inward and nodded silently.

"Fine. Don't leave after school on Friday."

"Wait for me."

Lin Yu checked the calendar—Friday was ideal for this experiment. If it failed, he could just hide at home all weekend scrubbing his face clean.

The day passed uneventfully.

After school, Lin Yu ambled toward Xia Muzhu's apartment complex.

Standing before her building's broken door security system, he resolved not to delay any longer.

By this weekend at latest, he'd get someone to repair or replace the access control.

Xia Muzhu's second "incident" could happen anytime—he needed to prepare.

As Lin Yu stared blankly at the malfunctioning system, a voluptuous figure crept up behind him. A hand lightly tapped his shoulder, followed by a cheerful voice:

"Little Brother Lin Yu!"

That nickname told him who it was without looking. He turned with a smile.

"Hello, Sister Muzhu."

Under the complex's bright streetlights, Xia Muzhu wore a coffee-colored spaghetti-strap dress with a beige knitted cardigan. The outfit accentuated her milky-white skin, giving her an ethereal elegance—poised yet approachable, dignified without aloofness.

The very picture of a young wife.

One who smelled deliciously of milk!

"Come on up," she said, tucking a stray black lock behind her ear. "I kept dinner warm for you."

"Your favorite fish is waiting."

"Oh. Right."

Lin Yu nodded hastily, tearing his gaze away.

Damn it!

So captivating!

Young wives really knew how to pluck a teenage boy's heartstrings!

Following Xia Muzhu upstairs, he spotted Xia Yueshan upon entering.

True to form, the boy was obediently setting the table with chopsticks.