[Ding!]
[God-tier skills! Your masterful finger techniques have left the Elder of the Formation Hall utterly captivated, lowering his seniority to beg you for more!]
[Reward: 20 spirit stones.]
With those words, Mo Shangying had already lost all her momentum.
The initiative was now back in Lin Yu’s hands.
Lin Yu clasped his hands behind his back, mimicking Mo Shangying’s earlier smug expression as he taunted her:
“Ying’er, don’t say that. I much preferred your earlier unyielding arrogance. Try to get back to that, will you?”
Mo Shangying flailed her feet against Lin Yu’s legs in frustration:
“No more arrogance, I promise! Little Yu, Little Yu, just a bit longer, okay?”
Lin Yu pointed at her restless feet and teased:
“Hey now, watch it!”
“I’m the shameless pervert you’ve already seen through, remember?”
“How can you give a pervert like me an opening?”
“Mind your manners, pure maiden.”
When her footwork failed, Mo Shangying switched tactics, grabbing Lin Yu’s arm and shaking it pleadingly:
“Good Little Yu, just keep going.”
“Fine, I’m the pervert, not you! Happy now?”
“I promise you won’t lose out. When the World Cup finals come around, I’ll cover your bets!”
“Six hundred… no, no—a thousand!”
“Okay? Please?”
Hearing her promises and sweeteners, Lin Yu’s eyes gleamed. He pointed imperiously toward the bed:
“Sitting here barely taps into 10% of my skills. Go… lie down and wait for me.”
Mo Shangying bolted to the bed, obediently lying down, her heart pounding with anticipation for what Lin Yu would do next.
Lin Yu cracked his knuckles, steeling his resolve.
Today, he would unleash the full might of his [Pleasure Phoenix Taming Fingers]—this genius little hacker would be addicted in one session!
……
Forty minutes later.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Daily quest “Hidden Ailments (Massage Therapy)” completed successfully. Reward: 80 sect contribution points, 40 spirit stones!]
[Current stats:]
[Sect Contribution: 180]
[Spirit Stones: 100]
Hearing the system’s chime, Lin Yu set down the moisturizer and withdrew his techniques.
If he kept going, he wasn’t sure he could hold out any longer.
Lasting forty minutes was already a miracle.
Now that Mo Shangying had willingly walked into his trap, there was no need to rush things.
After washing up in the bathroom, Lin Yu grabbed a few tissues from the table and tossed the entire box to Mo Shangying:
“Clean yourself up. I’m heading out.”
Before leaving, he reminded her not to skip dinner.
Alone in the room, Mo Shangying lay curled up, a sheen of sweat on her forehead.
Her limbs burned with lingering warmth.
Since living alone, this was the first time she’d felt such blissful comfort!
“So good… Little Yu is seriously amazing…”
She kept muttering to herself, dazed.
……
Lin Yu descended to the third floor, exhaling in satisfaction.
His first day back in this life had been incredibly fruitful.
Looking back on his wasted youth in his past life, he’d missed far too many opportunities.
This time, he wouldn’t repeat the same naive mistakes.
Beauty, wealth, and now a “sect”—he wanted it all!
As he reached the second-floor landing—
Thud!
The sound of something hitting the ground startled him.
He paused and looked over.
A tall girl stood there, dressed in a cherry-blossom-pink-and-white hooded sweatshirt—or was it a hooded dress?
Lin Yu wasn’t sure how to describe it.
The oversized sweatshirt draped over her frame, revealing two porcelain-smooth legs that practically glowed.
At first glance, it looked like she was wearing nothing underneath—just the sweatshirt as a dress.
Only upon closer inspection could he spot the hem of white shorts peeking out.
The girl was at least 5’7”.
Even with the hood up, her chestnut-brown, tousled short hair refused to be tamed.
A playful cowlick stuck out from under the brim.
Her oversized black-framed glasses had slid down her nose as she blinked at Lin Yu, frozen.
It was the peak of summer. While the apartment was cool, it wasn’t hoodie-in-90°F-weather cool.
Did she have to bundle up like this?
Were there monsters in the apartment?
If anyone else dressed like this, Lin Yu would’ve found it bizarre.
But on this girl? It somehow fit.
Ye Mengfu!
The 22-year-old resident of Room 202.
By profession, she was allegedly a children’s book illustrator.
Given her line of work, she spent most days holed up in her room drawing.
And she was the most socially awkward girl in the entire apartment!
In the six months since moving in, she’d exchanged fewer than five sentences with Lin Yu—none exceeding three words.
From roommate gossip, Lin Yu knew she treated everyone this way.
Early on, some even wondered if she was mute.
And one thing Lin Yu couldn’t ignore—
Ye Mengfu was the only other person in the apartment, besides Aunt Qimeng, whose name included the character “Meng” (dream).
She was also the prime suspect for being “SilentDream Rain”—his online girlfriend who refused to meet in person.
Hiding behind a screen? Totally something Ye Mengfu would do!
Lin Yu glanced at the dropped sketchbook.
She must’ve been heading out to draw—what artists called “sketching en plein air.”
Even with his suspicions, Lin Yu wasn’t about to confront her outright.
He flashed a warm smile and waved politely:
“Sis Fu, going out to dra—”
Before he could finish, Ye Mengfu reacted as if she’d seen a ghost.
She snatched up the sketchbook and bolted for her room like her life depended on it.
Lin Yu: “???”
Weird.
Why run?
Guilty conscience?
Is SilentDream Rain really her?
Chase!
Ye Mengfu, panicked as a startled deer, scrambled for her door.
Click… click-click…
She fumbled with the handle two, three times before realizing—
It’s locked!
By the time she reached for her keys, it was too late.
A shadow loomed over her, blocking the sunlight from the hallway window, engulfing her completely.
She stiffened, not daring to turn around.
Thud!
In her flustered state, the sketchbook slipped from her arms again.
This time, as she bent to pick it up, a larger hand got there first.
Ye Mengfu shot upright, now rigidly facing her locked door.
Lin Yu, standing behind her: “…”
Is she for real?
Social anxiety has limits.
Is she just gonna keep her back to me forever?
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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.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
