[Ding!]
[God-tier move! The Joyous Sect’s charm talisman master nearly falls for the host’s dreamy romance, even preparing another lavish gift!]
[Reward: 20 spirit stones]
Lin Yu: “???”
Lavish gift… Thanks!
What’s little Fufu secretly up to at home again?
The sudden system notification caught Lin Yu completely off guard.
Seems like he’d have to swing by the apartment later to see what this socially anxious girl had prepared for him this time.
Meanwhile.
The martial arts challenge had ended over half an hour ago.
Lin Yu and the others were now gathered in the dojo’s reception room.
Xia Xiashan’s physique was noticeably tougher than her younger sister’s.
Despite taking a brutal beating earlier, she’d mostly recovered her mobility within thirty minutes.
Though full recovery would take at least another hour.
Right now.
They were finalizing the “custody transfer” of Maomao in a friendly manner.
Thanks to their prior agreement yesterday, the process went smoothly.
Soon, Maomao and Xia Xiashan would head home to pack her belongings and electronics.
The move into the apartment should be completed by lunchtime.
“ID card!”
“Nice try, sis. Trying to hide it?”
“I saw this coming. Hand it over.”
“Can’t take the L? Need our little master here to humble you again?”
Xia Yiwei scrutinized every detail, leaving her sister no room to hide anything.
Caught red-handed, Xia Xiashan reluctantly pulled out Maomao’s ID from her wallet.
When passing it to Xia Yiwei, she deliberately slid it face down.
This tiny gesture didn’t escape Lin Yu’s notice.
Who was she trying to fool?
Did he need an ID to learn about Maomao?
The system had already laid bare every detail.
Du Miaomiao—obviously!
As the conversation wound down, Lin Yu spoke up:
“You guys keep chatting. I’ll step out to make a call—be right back.”
Watching Lin Yu leave, Xia Xiashan seemed to want to say something but held back.
Stepping outside to a quiet spot, Lin Yu dialed Mo Shangying’s number…
“Ying’er, everything’s going smoothly here.”
“Around noon, your rival will move in.”
“How’s your end? Everything good?”
Mo Shangying’s voice came through:
“Little Yu, you’ve really worn me out today.”
“All good though. Your new computers are upstairs now.”
“Just need to assemble them and install the OS—almost done!”
Lin Yu read between the lines.
The key detail stood out.
Little Yu!
She hadn’t called him that in days.
Meaning.
Someone else was helping her move things.
And it wasn’t Ye Mengfu.
“Thanks, Ying’er.”
“You’ve got help there, right?”
Lin Yu probed further.
Mo Shangying cheerfully replied:
“Big Chi and Little Chi saved me! I’d be dead tired without them.”
His little girlfriend and the homebody!
At least it wasn’t outsiders.
Lin Yu added: “Got it. After setup, could you handle one more thing for me?”
Mo Shangying: “Little Yu, since when do we stand on ceremony? Just say it!”
Lin Yu began explaining his plans…
Regarding Maomao’s move, he’d thought long-term.
If they were putting on an act, the surface details had to convince.
A hacker’s room couldn’t lack a proper computer setup, right?
Now that Lin Yu had funds—and would need high-performance PCs later anyway—
He’d asked Mo Shangying to replicate her own premium setup.
The cost meant nothing to him now.
Yet.
Ying’er insisted it was “for helping her” and paid for everything.
She even splurged on newer models surpassing her own rig’s specs.
Arguing with a hacker eager to foot the bill was pointless.
Taking her money while scheming for her affection—
Felt slightly shameless.
“Ding!”
Before returning to the lounge, a WeChat alert sounded.
Lin Yu checked.
Chi Qingchi?
Shouldn’t the homebody be in his room right now?
「Classmate Chi Qingchi (younger twin): Best Lin, wonderful Lin, world’s greatest Lin~」
First, he shortened her absurdly long contact name.
Flattery always hid an agenda.
This clever girl was definitely angling for something.
「Lin Yu: Spit it out.」
“Ding!”
「Chi Qingchi: Don’t be mean! I accidentally saw that tarot deck on your desk.」
「Chi Qingchi: Not snooping—it was just sitting there! Hehe.」
「Chi Qingchi: Want any gift? Name it (within my budget)! Break my promise and I’m a turtle!」
「Chi Qingchi: Can I have that tarot deck?」
The messages jogged Lin Yu’s memory.
Chi Qingchi’s [Daily Quest] included wanting an identical deck to Ye Mengfu’s.
A hand-painted, custom tarot set.
The only one in the apartment—maybe the world!
「Lin Yu: Possible…」
「Lin Yu: But not this one.」
「Lin Yu: This deck’s mine.」
Scoundrels have standards.
Flirts have principles.
Selling a heartfelt gift from someone who sees you as their “closest friend, first love”?
For a handful of spirit stones?
In your dreams!
「Chi Qingchi: (T_T) (T_T) (T_T)」
「Chi Qingchi: If not this one, which one then?」
「Chi Qingchi: Just tell me what you want! I’m super negotiable…」
This deck was off-limits.
But nothing stopped him from creating a near-identical replica.
Having copied little Fufu’s artistic skills, Lin Yu was now the apartment’s second master painter!
Copying the original wouldn’t challenge him.
「Lin Yu: Anything goes? You said it. I’ll get you another set in a few days.」
「Chi Qingchi: Really?! Long live Lin!! Our usual rules apply though…」
「Chi Qingchi: (No NSFW art)」
Lin Yu: “…”
Since when were otaku this hard to trick?
Harder than hackers, artists, or shop owners?
The world’s going downhill!
[Ding!]
[God-tier move! Keeping your lover’s favorite snacks prominently displayed moves them deeply!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones]
Lin Yu internally:
Heheh, little girlfriend’s getting emotional again!
……
Apartment.
Lin Yu’s bedroom.
Mo Shangying bustled about arranging items while muttering:
“Ugh, Little Yu’s totally OCD.”
“Brings in all this tech but worries about his snack stash?”
“What a weirdo!”
“Big Chi, pass me that thing on the desk? Thanks!”
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