The two of them arrived together in Lin Yu's room.
Huang Feirong immediately dropped all pretenses.
"Wow, Lin Yu, your room smells so nice—like a girl's fragrance!"
"Don't tell me you just... hehehe... on this bed?"
Huang Feirong gestured a "zero" with one hand and a "one" with the other, then slowly brought them together, speeding up the motion.
Lin Yu: "..."
When a female driver starts revving the engine, male drivers don’t stand a chance.
"Rongrong, weren’t you acting all prim and proper in front of Auntie Qimeng?"
"I thought you’d completely changed!"
Lin Yu also dropped his polite tone, speaking more casually now.
"Bullshit! You’re the one who’s changed."
"Now you’re getting the feeling that the prim lady’s turned ripe, huh? Hahaha..."
"Here I come, little hottie!"
Huang Feirong’s tongue flicked like a snake’s as she lunged playfully at Lin Yu.
Faced with this absurd teasing, he casually reached out and pressed a hand against her forehead.
Then something bizarre happened...
[Ding!]
[Huang Feirong]
[Age: 26]
[&%#@!%...]
[...]
[(Prerequisite task incomplete. Cannot view further.)]
Lin Yu: "!!!"
The sudden appearance of the system window stunned him.
The incomplete information box was identical to the one he’d seen with Shen Jiuyi.
But there was a difference.
With Shen Jiuyi, it had popped up immediately upon contact.
With Huang Feirong, it only appeared now.
At Wubao Pavilion and Gui Xing, he and Huang Feirong had already had physical contact before.
Why hadn’t the system window triggered then?
If it was like Maomao, where recruitment into the apartment was necessary, then why wasn’t there a "Recruit Talents" quest?
Was this a third scenario, different from both Maomao and Shen Jiuyi?
If that was the case...
Maybe he should test it with other girls—bring them into the apartment and see if the window pops up.
"Just messing with you, Lin Yu. You really are immune to feminine charms, huh?"
"Come on, hurry up and boot up your big, handsome, glorious treasure!"
"I can’t wait any longer... slurp!"
Huang Feirong darted over to Lin Yu’s computer, running her hands over the sleek setup with reverence.
Compared to Lin Yu’s rig, her home PC and even the ones at internet cafés were absolute junk.
Damn, Lin Yu really had it all!
Having a setup this cool at home was Huang Feirong’s dream.
Lin Yu decided to shelve the confusing thoughts for now.
As long as he kept interacting with the queen of dirty jokes, the prerequisite task would reveal itself eventually.
Before, he hadn’t thought much of Huang Feirong.
But now that the system window had appeared... hmm...
This girl, with her endless stream of innuendos, was somehow... weirdly charming?
Lin Yu booted up the computer and pulled up the game library for Huang Feirong.
He wasn’t worried about her stumbling onto anything important.
Unless Ying’er or Maomao were the ones operating it, an average user would just think this was an ultra-fast gaming PC.
To sell the illusion, Lin Yu had even downloaded a ton of popular games.
If anyone wanted to test the system, they’d just assume Lin Yu was a hardcore gamer.
"Holy—so many games?!"
"Lin Yu, is this what a college student’s summer break is like?"
"You could play a different game every day and still not finish by the time school starts!"
Huang Feirong stared at the screen, practically drooling.
This was exactly the reaction Lin Yu wanted.
If she wasn’t completely absorbed, it’d ruin his plans.
"Who says you can only play one a day? Play as many as you want."
"Feirong-jie, I’m treating you well, right? Games and a cola?"
Clink.
He set a can of cola on the desk.
Huang Feirong rubbed her hands together, grinning.
"Oh my god, this feels like a dream."
"Your life is literally my dream, Lin Yu!"
"From now on, just say the word, and I’ll be your loyal servant."
Lin Yu smirked and replied,
"Oh? Feirong-jie, you mean that? Can I really ride you like a loyal steed?"
Huang Feirong’s eyes narrowed.
Before, whenever she cracked dirty jokes, he’d act all resistant.
Now he was firing back without hesitation.
So this was his true personality—a little bad, a little roguish?
Was this the side Yao Yao’s husband had gotten to know?
Huang Feirong: "Oho, Lin Yu, you’re not just big in one way—you’ve got guts too."
Lin Yu: "The bold ride dragons and tigers; the timid ride chickens."
Huang Feirong: "What exactly are you planning to do with Yao Yao’s wife behind her husband’s back? I bet Yao Yao’s husband really wants to marry you, huh?"
Lin Yu: "..."
Only he could follow Huang Feirong’s twisted train of thought.
Anyone else would be lost in seconds.
After some more banter, Lin Yu pulled Huang Feirong into the gaming world.
Once she was in, getting her out wouldn’t be easy.
Lin Yu excused himself and headed to Chen Qimeng’s room.
---
At that moment, Chen Qimeng was tidying up, her door slightly ajar.
She’d just returned from setting up a folding bed, now mostly arranged.
For Huang Feirong’s first stay, Chen Qimeng had gone the extra mile—freshly washed sheets, duvet cover, pillowcases.
She’d wanted to take a shower after finishing, but with Lin Yu likely dropping by soon, she couldn’t lock the door and leave.
So she busied herself with small tasks instead.
Click. Click.
The sound of the door locking made her pause mid-motion.
"Auntie Qimeng, all done tidying up?"
"You shouldn’t have moved that heavy folding bed alone. I could’ve helped."
"Honestly, your bed’s big enough for two. You could’ve just shared."
Chen Qimeng clasped her hands behind her back.
"It’s fine... I’ll take the folding bed."
"Rongrong’s a guest. I don’t know her sleeping habits."
"What if she dislikes sharing a bed but feels too polite to say so?"
"That’d be poor hosting..."
Lin Yu sighed.
This was so like Auntie Qimeng—her meticulous consideration for others was both endearing and a weakness.
He sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Chen Qimeng stood nearby, her gaze flitting about.
She picked up a box from the desk, feigning busyness.
Classic.
When people feel awkward, they pretend to be occupied.
Lin Yu smirked.
"Auntie Qimeng, you’ve been running around all day. Haven’t showered yet, have you?"
Chen Qimeng froze. "Ah... I..."
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(Second update for today. It’s Dragon Boat Festival, so just two chapters for now. More explosive updates tomorrow! Thanks for your support, and happy Dragon Boat Festival to all!)
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