Sister Hong kept talking,
adopting a stance ready for a full-on charge.
Huang Feirong knew she’d messed up big time.
If Sister Hong ended up damaging the treasures in Lin Yu’s bag, how much would they have to pay in compensation?
And it wasn’t just one item—it was three!
In a panic,
Huang Feirong hurriedly shouted:
“Mom, don’t hit him! He’s a big treasure!”
The words managed to buy them about ten seconds.
Sister Hong stared at her daughter in disbelief:
“You’re calling him ‘big treasure’ now?”
“I’ve never even called your dad that!”
“And that old fart of a father of yours never called me that either!”
Lin Yu’s inner thoughts:
Heh. I’m tired. Just end me already.
When people are at a loss for words,
sometimes they really have nothing to say.
Either don’t try to mediate at all,
or at least use some common sense when you do.
What kind of strategy is it to fuel the warrior’s rage?
Shen Buyao had originally come to watch the drama unfold—something along the lines of “visiting a friend’s house only for her mom to suddenly start hitting her.”
But who would’ve thought
the blame would somehow shift inexplicably onto Lin Yu?
If she didn’t speak up now, things might spiral out of control.
Shen Buyao said loudly:
“Auntie Hong, he’s the seller of the ‘Carved Lacquer Grapevine-patterned Begonia Tray’ I mentioned yesterday.”
The moment those words left her mouth,
the girl in front of the arcade machine instantly locked her gaze onto Lin Yu.
Just that one sentence
was enough to make Sister Hong immediately calm down.
“Oh~ So it’s you!”
“Then that was definitely a misunderstanding…”
“A big shot like you wouldn’t have any interest in my silly daughter.”
Lin Yu: “……”
That’s the logic here?
I thought it was just because Shen Buyao’s words carried weight.
With the farce finally over,
Lin Yu had his identity confirmed and became the center of attention once again.
“The treasures weren’t damaged, were they?”
Huang Feirong glanced worriedly at the backpack.
Lin Yu shook his head:
“Don’t worry, they’re fine.”
“Auntie Hong… nice to meet you. I’m Lin Yu, a friend of Buyao’s.”
He wanted to call her Sister Hong, but worried it might come off as impolite.
After all,
Shen Buyao was addressing her as Auntie Hong without hesitation.
Sister Hong said cheerfully:
“Just a misunderstanding. You’re a handsome young man.”
“Call me Sister Hong—Auntie Hong is what they call me.”
“Everyone outside calls me Sister Hong.”
Lin Yu smiled and nodded:
“Got it.”
Just as Lin Yu was about to shake Sister Hong’s hand,
the girl at the arcade suddenly stood up.
“Which Lin and which Yu?”
Lin Yu, puzzled:
“Double-wood Lin, double-feather Yu.”
“Sorry, my memory’s bad—have we met before?”
The girl shook her head.
Shen Buyao said irritably:
“Don’t mind her. She’s just mentally challenged.”
The girl stuffed her hands into her baseball jacket pockets:
“Boss, I believe we’re still in the middle of a fight.”
“Please don’t talk to me first.”
Lin Yu: “……”
Are they really aunt and niece?
What kind of duo is this?
Just as Lin Yu was about to shake Sister Hong’s hand again,
the girl suddenly stepped forward and interrupted:
“Hey, was that name given to you by your parents? Or your grandparents?”
Lin Yu: “???”
“My parents… does it matter?”
The girl shook her head again:
“Not really…”
“But—”
“Was it your dad or your mom?”
Lin Yu: “……”
Is she doing this on purpose, or is she genuinely curious?
What kind of weird questions are these?!
This time,
Sister Hong snapped first:
“Shen Jiuyi, shut the hell up!”
“How many times are you gonna interrupt a handshake?”
“If you’re in such a hurry, you go first!”
Shen Jiuyi?
Lin Yu had a sudden, oh-for-fuck’s-sake realization.
So Jiuyi was her actual name!
No wonder she was called Ninth Aunt at such a young age.
With a name like that, she was practically born into seniority.
Scolded by Sister Hong,
Shen Jiuyi walked straight up and extended her hand:
“Then I’ll go first. Hello, I’m Shen Jiuyi.”
“The number nine, and yi as in ‘carefree.’”
Sister Hong’s face turned red with suppressed anger: “……”
Lin Yu: “……”
She… actually took the offer?
Without even considering whether it was sarcastic?
Judging by Shen Jiuyi’s calm—almost blank—expression, she didn’t seem to be picking a fight.
A natural airhead?
Seeing that Sister Hong seemed to have no choice but to let her go first with a resigned jerk of her chin,
Lin Yu had no choice but to shake her hand first.
But the moment their hands touched—
A translucent information panel appeared beside her.
[Shen Jiuyi]
[Age: 21]
[&@#%￥！@#……]
[……]
[(Prerequisite quest incomplete. Cannot view.)]
Lin Yu: “！！！”
Garbled text?!
A whole mess of indecipherable code!
What kind of rogue sect member is this?!
Unlike the [Wide Recruitment] quest from the cat,
a character with an info panel like this
meant she already belonged to the Harmony Sect—no need for Lin Yu to recruit her.
But Shen Jiuyi didn’t live in the apartment.
He’d never seen her before either.
Could it be that even staying once or twice counts?
That was entirely possible.
But for now, Lin Yu had no way to confirm.
Prerequisite quest incomplete…
The only prerequisite quest tied to Shen Jiuyi would have to involve Shen Buyao.
Hiss—
Today’s trip
had turned out to be far more fruitful than expected.
He actually managed to fish out a "fugitive sect member"!
So her real age was only 21.
No wonder she looked about the same age as him.
Lin Yu stared at their clasped hands: "..."
What exactly was she trying to do?
Why wasn’t she letting go even after grabbing hold?
Sensing Lin Yu’s gaze, Shen Jiuyi spoke again:
"So, was it your dad or your mom?"
Lin Yu sighed inwardly. "My dad."
Finally satisfied, Shen Jiuyi released his hand.
After exchanging introductions, Lin Yu first took out the Haitang Plate for Sister Hong to examine, letting her verify it on the spot.
"Holy hell, this is the real deal!"
"Little Brother Lin Yu, our rule is not to ask about origins."
"We only take a commission for the auction. You can rest easy leaving this with me."
"I’ll make sure to hype it up properly—guaranteed to fetch a price you’ll be happy with."
"My niece here knows my reputation, or she wouldn’t have brought you to me."
Sister Hong carefully set the Haitang Plate aside, already hearing the clink of money in her mind.
Lin Yu politely thanked her and, following procedure, left the plate in her custody temporarily.
While Sister Hong was appraising it, Lin Yu kept an eye on Shen Jiuyi’s reactions.
She stayed silent the whole time, only showing the occasional subtle shift in expression.
Yet she displayed not a hint of shock or surprise over the Haitang Plate.
Incredible composure!
Was this the person backing the "Antique Sister"?
Lin Yu couldn’t help but regard Shen Jiuyi with newfound respect.
However—
The next moment, Shen Jiuyi finally spoke up:
"Fine, Buyao, I’ll grudgingly talk to you."
"What was that plate just now? Is it worth a lot?"
Lin Yu: "???"
...
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.
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?!
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
