"Sister Jing, you mentioned Boss Yi orders three to four hundred roses every week. He must be quite wealthy, right?"
Lin Yu seized the opportunity to shift the topic, probing for information about "Boss Yi."
The transition was seamless.
He played the part of a flustered young man grasping for small talk perfectly.
He Jing continued wrapping roses as she explained:
"Oh, this is nothing, handsome. There’ll be even bigger orders coming."
"Ever heard of Shenghui Film and Television City? He’s the procurement manager there, handling props and supplies for multiple film crews."
"Working with someone like Boss Yi? Your Aunt Qimeng is about to strike it rich!"
Strike it rich? Hah.
So this was the "big trap" Aunt Qimeng would soon fall into.
Shenghui Film and Television City was located in Baqu City, under the jurisdiction of Pingchuan City.
One of the eight major film studios in the country, a top choice for legitimate productions.
On paper, Boss Yi’s credentials were impressive.
But considering he’d target a small flower shop owner, his reputation was likely fake.
Investigating Boss Yi’s background thoroughly in a short time would be difficult for Lin Yu alone.
When one person can’t handle a task, the best solution is simple—call for backup!
Back at the apartment, there was a genius hacker girl who could dig up anyone’s secrets with ease.
After all, he was now an unofficial "First Love Experience" candidate.
Finding the right moment to ask her for help wouldn’t be hard.
"Handsome, when tying the ribbon, grip the bouquet tight first."
"Like this—so the flowers don’t scatter. Makes it look much prettier."
"Don’t you think?"
He Jing "guided" him by clasping his hand, "helping" him squeeze the stems.
Lin Yu could swear he’d already gripped them as tight as humanly possible.
This was deliberate.
And she’d chosen a spot where Aunt Qimeng couldn’t see.
A calculated move to create physical contact, pulling them closer.
Lin Yu had introduced himself twice—Lin Yu, call me Xiao Lin or Xiao Yu.
Yet He Jing insisted on the flattering "handsome."
Wasn’t it obvious?
The same tired tricks he’d used in the past had come full circle, boomeranging back at him.
Want to play?
Fine.
Let’s play properly.
Lin Yu acted like a clueless fool, nodding eagerly like a chicken pecking at rice.
Stammering:
"Th-thank you, Sister Jing. I’ll remember."
But that wasn’t enough.
This just made him seem like a naive college kid.
As He Jing withdrew her hand, Lin Yu quickly stole a glance at her.
Catching her peacock-like smile watching him, he immediately averted his eyes.
Perfect.
He wanted her to notice him "sneaking looks."
Now his persona was complete—a socially inexperienced, hormonally curious dummy.
After all…
If you want flies to bite, you’ve got to show them you’re a cracked egg first.
"Handsome, your aunt mentioned you study at Pingchuan University’s Film School."
"I’ve been in Pingchuan for years—know several professors there."
"One’s quite influential, a graduate advisor, I think."
"I’ll introduce you sometime. Gotta pave the way for my dear friend’s handsome boy."
He Jing escalated her approach.
Lin Yu thought: Which professor? Name them. These days, people lie without blinking.
But aloud, he said:
"Thank you, Sister Jing. I wouldn’t want to trouble you."
He Jing beamed:
"No trouble at all! With your looks, you might even debut as an actor someday."
"When you’re famous, don’t forget your big sister, okay?"
Then she grabbed her phone and called out:
"Qimeng, mind if I add your college boy’s WeChat?"
Chen Qimeng swallowed her food cheerfully:
"Of course not! Xiao Yu, go add Sister Jing."
"Jingjing, if you know any professors, please look after our Xiao Yu!"
Lin Yu: "…"
Sigh.
Aunt Qimeng, your innocence is painful.
"Look after" him?
This is straight-up sacrifice!
Your "college boy" is about to be devoured, and you’re happily stuffing your face!
[Ding!]
[Perfect disguise! Masterful charm techniques lull the "Thousand-Faced Fox" into lowering her guard—even voluntarily leaving a traceable communication talisman!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones]
Lin Yu naturally didn’t refuse the WeChat request.
He opened the "Add Friend" page, waiting for He Jing to provide her number.
This way, he’d get both her WeChat and phone number.
Chen Qimeng ate astonishingly fast.
By the time Lin Yu finished two bouquets, she’d rejoined the work.
With three people working, all the bouquets were done in under fifteen minutes.
True to legend, Boss Yi was punctual.
Within five minutes of completion, a BMW X5 with provincial plates parked outside.
Lin Yu almost wondered if Boss Yi had been lurking nearby, waiting for He Jing’s signal.
A quick WeChat, and he rolls up instantly.
The door opened.
A man around forty stepped out.
Navy blue polo shirt, slate gray slacks, black leather shoes, and a swept-back hairstyle with streaks of white.
If not for the expensive-looking watch, he could pass for a government official.
Gotta admit—the wrist-flick watch check would intimidate most people.
[Ding!]
[Danger Alert: "Faceless Owl," mastermind behind the sect’s greatest crisis, has appeared! Host must remain vigilant!]
[Mission Linked: Guardian Scheme]
Faceless Owl… Mastermind…
Sounded more formidable than "Thousand-Faced Fox."
From their brief interaction, He Jing might be shady with her own agenda, but she wasn’t mastermind material.
This "Faceless Owl" must be the true puppetmaster!
Seeing the VIP client arrive, Chen Qimeng moved to open the door.
But Lin Yu caught her arm, stepping forward first.
As he unlocked the door, he whispered:
"Aunt Qimeng, what’s Boss Yi’s full name?"
Chen Qimeng recalled:
"I think it’s… Yi Haizhou. ‘Hai’ as in ocean, ‘zhou’ as in ‘marking the boat to find the sword.’"
As they spoke, Yi Haizhou entered.
Following etiquette, Lin Yu greeted first:
"Welcome, Boss Yi."
Since Aunt Qimeng and He Jing used this title, he followed suit.
Yet Yi Haizhou merely glanced at Lin Yu with mild disinterest, giving a slight nod.
Then he turned to the women:
"Shopkeeper Qimeng, good to see you again. Jingjing, you’re here too."
Oh-ho.
Only got eyes for the ladies, huh?
A "small fry" like Lin Yu isn’t worth your attention?
Man.
You’re playing with fire.
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?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
