How proactive can women be when a man is exceptionally handsome?
At this moment, on a bustling pedestrian street, a series of jaw-dropping and unusual scenes were unfolding.
For instance, someone was serving tea to sanitation workers; an elderly man was suddenly being helped across the street by two young girls; another person was paying for a lonely senior’s groceries; and some were even donating to charities directly from their phones.
While these actions aligned with the spirit of kindness and charity, they couldn’t mask the true motive behind them—obtaining someone’s contact information.
These vain young girls, eager to win the affection of their crush, pretended to be generous, offering money if they had it or labor if they didn’t.
The pedestrian street had effectively transformed into a "Street of Love." Even a stray dog passing by would be fed by one of these girls.
Of course, mere good looks alone couldn’t create such an effect.
The main reason was…
Su Cheng sat on a stone bench, dressed in his school uniform. His fair skin and delicate features made him look like a protagonist straight out of a manga. The key was his innocent, clueless demeanor—as if he knew nothing of the world.
"My mom said I can only be friends with kind people."
This was Su Cheng’s exact line. Logically, a "mama’s boy" personality should be detested by women.
But when the girls heard this, their imaginations ran wild. They instantly pictured him as a naive young master of an ultra-wealthy family, slumming it on the streets to experience life!
This was their chance to turn a frog into a prince!
They had no reason to doubt it. Su Cheng’s complexion wasn’t the result of cosmetics—it was naturally flawless.
Most crucially, he was wearing Flame City Private School’s uniform, and his eyes radiated pure innocence, completely unaware of the world’s harshness. It was downright intoxicating.
"I volunteer at the welfare center every week!"
"Um, I—I donate to children in impoverished mountain regions regularly!"
"Me too! I often take care of elderly people!"
"I just gave water and towels to all the sanitation workers on this street!"
"I donated five hundred yuan!"
"Only five hundred?!"
...
The girls clamored over one another, the scene quickly devolving into chaos as they crowded around Su Cheng, each desperate to make an impression before anyone else could.
"It seems all you sisters are kind-hearted people."
Su Cheng gestured for them to quiet down.
Though excited, the girls immediately fell silent, waiting eagerly for him to speak.
"Then I’ll give you my contact info." Su Cheng blinked his large, innocent eyes and carefully pulled out his phone, opening the QR code function. He added in a serious tone, "But only right now!"
The girls erupted in excitement again, scrambling to scan the code, afraid they’d miss their chance.
Meanwhile, Li Guanqi was idly fiddling with her phone, blending into the crowd as she casually made her way toward Su Cheng’s location.
She reached out with her slender, jade-like hand, grabbing Su Cheng’s wrist in an attempt to pull him away from this chaotic scene.
But the moment she touched him, the others noticed, and the commotion intensified—
"What are you doing, grabbing him like that?!"
"Don’t touch our young master!"
"You’re scaring him!"
A chorus of accusations followed, and Li Guanqi could feel the intense hostility radiating from the crowd. She turned her gaze to Su Cheng, silently pleading for him to come with her.
But Su Cheng just waved his hand, smiling. "It’s fine, I know her."
"What?"
"Is she your girlfriend?"
The girls immediately scrutinized Li Guanqi. Though her clothes were plain, her refined features and poised demeanor suggested she was no ordinary girl. They couldn’t help but speculate.
Hearing this, Li Guanqi also looked at Su Cheng expectantly, curious how he’d respond.
To everyone’s shock, Su Cheng delivered an answer that nearly made them faint:
"Nah, she’s my mom."
Dead silence.
"Pfft—" Some girls couldn’t hold back their laughter.
"You’re so funny!"
"Yeah, you’re totally messing with us!"
Li Guanqi, however, tightened her grip on his wrist and turned, forcefully dragging him away from the crowd.
Su Cheng didn’t resist, simply waving goodbye with a smile as he was hauled off.
Under Li Guanqi’s relentless pull, they stumbled their way out of the pedestrian street and into a secluded alley.
Finally letting go, Li Guanqi took a deep breath before fixing Su Cheng with a calm but piercing stare.
"What were you doing back there?"
"Playing."
Su Cheng tilted his head lazily, avoiding her gaze.
"President Ji is on her way to catch you," Li Guanqi warned before adding, "But if you need to vent, I know a good place."
"Where?" Su Cheng perked up, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.
Li Guanqi pointed at a nearby kiddie ride—a coin-operated rocking horse—and said softly, "Since you’ve already lost all sense of shame, why not give it a try?"
Her tone was even, but there was an undeniable seriousness beneath it, even a hint of temptation.
"Boring. How is that supposed to help me vent?"
Su Cheng turned to leave. "I’d rather hide and let you guys chase me. That’s fun."
"Do you think what you’re doing is right?"
Li Guanqi suddenly spoke up, her voice firm. "Is this your ideal self? Your ‘correct’ form, hmm?"
Her words acted like a magnet, freezing Su Cheng in place.
Yet he couldn’t muster a rebuttal.
"Because of my sister, I happen to know plenty of ways to channel negative emotions. We could try them." Li Guanqi pressed on, her gaze unwavering.
"No thanks."
Su Cheng’s voice dripped with impatience. "I know what I’m doing. And I know what choices to make."
With that, the alley was filled only with the sound of a sigh, so faint it barely escaped his lips before silence reclaimed the space.
Su Cheng ignored Li Guanqi and walked away alone.
Li Guanqi remained rooted in place for a long time.
The sound of nowhere to go turned into another sigh. She composed herself, lifting her head to watch his retreating figure before finally taking steps to follow.
One step. Two steps. Three.
"Why did you say those things?"
Li Guanqi called out from behind.
When Su Cheng didn’t stop, she continued:
"What do you really want?" Her question was nearly identical to before, meaningless on the surface. Yet her voice carried a lonely, sorrowful echo.
Su Cheng had become a completely different person, and she blamed herself for it.
"I just don’t want to suppress my nature anymore." Su Cheng finally halted and turned to face her. "I just want to enjoy things I never got to before. That’s all."
Something in his words struck a chord. Li Guanqi focused intently on his face.
"Does what you see in your dreams make you happy?"
"Perhaps, but more than anything, it's a sense of urgency."
"Then, could you share it now?"
"Next time. There are still matters I need to handle." Su Cheng continued walking forward, his voice fading into the distance. "Don’t worry, I won’t do anything illegal. I just need some time. Oh, and pass that along to them for me."
Watching his figure grow smaller in the distance, Li Guanqi slipped into a blind spot of the surveillance cameras, vanishing before silently trailing after him again.

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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."

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