Ye Mengfu quickly averted her gaze.
Her lips parted and closed, but no sound escaped.
Lin Yu didn’t rush her.
After all, the first time he barged into Xiao Fufu’s room, it had left her with unpleasant memories.
Now, something as simple as a term of endearment might dredge up those unhappy feelings.
The bond they’d carefully nurtured—
He couldn’t foolishly crack it now.
Lin Yu: "It’s okay, we can take it slow—"
Ye Mengfu: "Husband."
No hesitation.
No stuttering.
Just a soft, effortless utterance.
If any other girl in the apartment had said it, the effect wouldn’t have been the same.
In an instant,
Lin Yu’s ego soared.
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke move! An intimate term of endearment between partners deepens your connection!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Lin Yu picked up the case of watercolor paints and set it aside.
Then,
turning to Xiao Fufu, he said:
"There’s plenty of space by the sink. I’ll stay on this side."
"Let’s wash them together."
Ye Mengfu nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "Mm, okay."
...
After washing the fruit and stepping out of the study,
the bedroom was eerily quiet.
Ten minutes ago,
Ying’er had been sitting at the computer desk, lively and animated.
Now, she lay on one side of Lin Yu’s bed, tucked under a summer quilt, fast asleep.
Lin Yu, long accustomed to this, didn’t bother trying to wake her.
Instead, he gestured for Xiao Fufu to rest on the other side.
Alone, he settled at the computer to make some pre-match moves.
The betting site Ying’er had chosen earlier—
Lin Yu found it with ease.
On the surface,
Lin Yu hadn’t invested any personal funds.
Ying’er had fronted his stake—three grand, her promised daily wage—on his predicted 0-0 scoreline.
Before stealing the cat’s skills,
Lin Yu wouldn’t have known how to place bets "outside."
Now?
Child’s play.
A 0-0 scoreline in regular time only offered about 7x odds.
Betting on a straight win hovered near 2x.
A draw paid roughly 3x.
After running the numbers, betting on the exact score still seemed the smarter play.
Lin Yu’s current disposable funds: just over 3.7 million.
Sevenfold returns weren’t huge, but he went all in anyway.
The potential payout might only amount to the value of some "worldly trifle,"
but something was better than nothing—participation mattered.
Couldn’t just spend two hours watching the match, playing with legs instead of balls, right?
Once done, Lin Yu glanced toward the bed.
Ye Mengfu’s cautious demeanor was downright comical.
Last time,
Ying’er had claimed the center spot outright.
Naturally, Ye Mengfu had perched beside her.
This time,
Ying’er’s sleeping position hugged the far left edge of the bed,
leaving zero room for Ye Mengfu to even sit.
So there she was,
perched tentatively at Ying’er’s feet.
She’d assumed Lin Yu would be busy until kickoff or until Ying’er woke.
Yet,
minutes later, the monitor was already dark.
Ye Mengfu met Lin Yu’s gaze and instantly tensed: "!!!"
Wait—
were they going to bed now?
As Lin Yu approached,
Ye Mengfu whispered, "Ying’er is... still asleep. We should... just sit..."
Lin Yu: "How about we rest too? Kickoff’s still a while away."
Ye Mengfu’s heart skipped: "!!!"
Rest... together?
The bed was big,
but not big enough for three to lie without touching.
And—
were they really going to lie down?
How would that even work?
On paper, Lin Yu and Ying’er were closer.
Her own relationship with Lin Yu? Completely under wraps.
If Ye Mengfu took the middle with Lin Yu on the right,
wouldn’t that mean she was separating Lin Yu and Ying’er?
If Lin Yu took the middle...
that felt just as weird!
"Sit... sitting’s fine, right?"
Ye Mengfu ventured.
Maybe Lin Yu meant resting as in sitting back,
like last time—leaning against the headboard, scrolling on their phones.
That counted as resting... probably?
But then—
Lin Yu pressed a finger to his lips, feigning scandalized amusement:
"Shh!"
"Xiao Fufu, you’re being awfully bold and impatient."
"Ying’er’s asleep, not unconscious."
"We can’t possibly do that here."
Ye Mengfu froze for seconds:
"Do... here... Huh?!"
Then frantic mini-hand-waves:
"No no no, that’s not—"
Lin Yu: "Shh!"
The one falsely accusing you knows exactly how innocent you are.
Lin Yu understood Ye Mengfu perfectly.
This was just to fluster her—to prime her for the next move.
The "shh" worked.
Xiao Fufu clapped a hand over her mouth,
the other still waving in protest.
She just didn’t want Lin Yu thinking she was "that kind of girl."
Too bad—
Lin Yu was absolutely "that kind of guy."
Next moment—
Lin Yu scooped her up in a princess carry.
Plush against him, her free hand gripped his arm.
She even glanced back—was Ying’er waking up?
Ying’er’s state was no mystery to Lin Yu’s ears.
The breathing of sleep versus feigned sleep? Worlds apart.
Ying’er remained dead to the world,
unaware two more bodies now shared the bed.
Lin Yu smoothly claimed the center,
depositing Xiao Fufu on the right side.
Whether this arrangement made sense—
Ye Mengfu had no bandwidth left to analyze.
Her heart now pounded in her throat.
How had things spiraled like this?!
Ying’er ah Ying’er!
Why did you always clamor to watch the match, only to conk out first?
Now... now what?
"Xiao Fufu, don’t squirm."
"Just lie still and rest. Tonight’s for sleeping, nothing else."
Lin Yu’s hushed words eased her tension—a little.
Right.
Even if he’d misunderstood earlier,
he’d clearly said no... activities tonight.
Explanations could wait.
For now, she was safe.
With that,
Ye Mengfu obediently lay down.
Then—
Lin Yu’s follow-up floated to her ears:
"Good. Now, shall I turn off the lights?"
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
Off... off the lights?!
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ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
