Looking at the text message from Xia Yueshan, Lin Yu rubbed his temples in frustration.
This guy!
He shouldn’t have told him about the possibility of his sister being assaulted in the first place.
Now, every man he sees is automatically a suspect with ill intentions toward his sister.
How many "suspects" had he forwarded in just the past month?
At least two a day on average.
Even though Lin Yu knew the so-called "target" was likely another false alarm, he still adopted a "better safe than sorry" approach and sent a voice message:
"Do you have a photo? Send it to me."
Soon enough, a photo popped up on Lin Yu’s phone.
Opening it, he sighed at the unfamiliar face and replied with a resigned tone:
"It’s not him."
Xia Yueshan: Are you sure?
Xia Yueshan: But he seems really suspicious!
Xia Yueshan: After my sister and I entered the supermarket, we "coincidentally" ran into him seven times!
Xia Yueshan: And every time, his eyes kept darting toward my sister. When I glared at him, he’d panic and look away.
Xia Yueshan: Something’s off about him!
Xia Yueshan: Really off!
As Xia Yueshan’s messages flooded in, Lin Yu rolled his eyes but forced himself to respond patiently to avoid discouraging him.
Lin Yu: Nothing’s off.
Lin Yu: Given your sister’s looks and figure, getting a few stares is completely normal.
Lin Yu: And running into someone multiple times in a supermarket isn’t that unlikely.
Lin Yu: Your vigilance is commendable, but don’t go seeing enemies everywhere.
After sending the messages, the other end fell silent. Lin Yu shook his head and set his phone aside, about to resume eating when another notification—marked as a priority—chimed.
Xia Yueshan: How can you tell at a glance that he’s not the one who’d harm my sister?
Xia Yueshan: Do you actually know what that person looks like?
Reading the messages, Lin Yu hesitated. If he said yes, Xia Yueshan might press for details he couldn’t provide. If he said no, how could he be so sure this guy wasn’t a threat?
After a moment’s thought, Lin Yu decided to fall back on mysticism again.
Lin Yu: I don’t know his appearance, but if I saw him, I’d recognize him instantly.
Lin Yu: Just like how I sensed the ominous fate looming over your sister.
Xia Yueshan: Oh.
Xia Yueshan: Alright then.
Xia Yueshan: By the way, there’s another guy who "coincidentally" crossed paths with my sister five times. He looks shifty—totally untrustworthy. Want me to send his photo too?
Lin Yu clicked his tongue in irritation, about to refuse, when he suddenly remembered the mysterious force of fate possibly pulling the strings behind the scenes.
What if it really was him?
After a pause, Lin Yu replied.
Lin Yu: Send it over!
...
Lin Yu: Not him either.
Xia Yueshan: Fine.
Xia Yueshan: Hey, are you free tonight?
Lin Yu: What’s up?
Lin Yu: Something going on?
Xia Yueshan: My sister’s best friend is coming over for dinner. She wants you to join us.
Lin Yu: I’m free. I’ll be there.
Xia Yueshan: OK!
Lin Yu: OK!
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
