Guan Bao naturally wanted to add the lovely Ye Mengfu on WeChat.
But somehow,
he ended up adding Lin Yu instead.
Such a trivial mishap was nothing he couldn’t handle with ease, and he paid it no mind.
Watching the two exchange contacts,
Jiang Yangmei promptly pulled Guan Bao away.
What needed to be said had been said, and the act had been put on.
Guan Bao had no excuse to linger any longer.
After all, once the exhibition hall opened, everyone would be going in anyway.
Running into each other again was inevitable.
Funny enough,
Lin Yu was thinking the same thing!
For now, there was no need to engage with this pair.
First, he needed to figure out the history between Little Fufu and Jiang Yangmei.
Only then could he decide how to proceed.
If the old grudge wasn’t too deep, Jiang Yangmei might still be forgivable.
But this so-called "great artist" who had designs on Little Fufu? Unforgivable.
“There are some chairs over there. Let’s go rest for a bit? There’s still some time before the hall opens.”
Lin Yu pointed to a quieter spot further away.
Ye Mengfu nodded and followed him over.
As soon as they sat down and set their bags aside,
Ye Mengfu turned her knees toward Lin Yu, looking as if she’d done something wrong, and blurted out:
“Lin Yu… I’m sorry.”
Lin Yu couldn’t help but laugh:
“Haha, Little Fufu, don’t be ridiculous. What are you apologizing for?”
Ye Mengfu twisted her fingers together:
“For making you add… a stranger…”
Lin Yu’s heart softened.
So she felt guilty because, thanks to her, he’d had to add some random person on WeChat.
Clearly, she’d picked up on Guan Bao’s pretentious tone.
In her mind, adding such a person must have been an imposition on Lin Yu.
Lin Yu stretched out an arm and pulled her closer by the waist:
“Why apologize for something like this?”
“I’m your boyfriend!”
“If I didn’t add him, would I just stand by and let you do it?”
“You’re not allowed to go adding random men’s WeChats, you hear me? If I find out… your legs won’t be safe.”
With that,
he playfully waved a fist in front of her as a mock threat.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Your genuine protectiveness and domineering possessiveness have made your partner feel incredibly secure!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Ye Mengfu, unusually, broke into a sweet smile and murmured softly:
“I won’t.”
With just a few words, Lin Yu had pulled her out of her earlier discomfort.
Seizing the moment, he continued teasing:
“Ah, you know, I’m actually a little jealous of Guan Bao.”
Ye Mengfu’s face instantly filled with confusion.
By now, she had a decent grasp of Lin Yu’s personality.
He definitely wasn’t talking about envying Guan Bao’s career.
The two World Cup matches had already earned Lin Yu wealth far beyond what most people could dream of.
Among their peers, he was a rare financial standout.
Why would he envy some small-time entrepreneur running a niche website?
She stared into Lin Yu’s eyes, waiting for him to explain.
Then,
Lin Yu sighed dramatically:
“I really envy him…”
“His girlfriend can call him ‘hubby’ so casually.”
“Even in front of outsiders, without a hint of embarrassment.”
Ye Mengfu’s cheeks instantly flushed crimson.
Lin Yu leaned closer, cupping a hand behind his ear in an exaggerated listening pose.
Of course, she understood what he wanted.
In such a public setting, she’d never dare to say it out loud.
But no one was paying attention to them right now…
And after Lin Yu’s earlier “heroic” rescue…
Biting back her shyness, Ye Mengfu leaned in and whispered near his ear:
“Hub…”
Before the “by” could fully leave her lips,
Lin Yu suddenly turned his face,
landing a quick, precise peck on her mouth.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! A surprise sweet gesture has left your partner’s heart in chaos!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Ye Mengfu: “!!!”
Flustered by the sneak attack, she immediately straightened up,
her eyes darting around nervously to see if anyone had noticed.
But everyone else was busy with their own conversations, completely oblivious to the fleeting moment of intimacy.
Except for…
[Ding!]
[Critical hit! The sweet life of the charm-wielding couple has starkly contrasted with the misery of an old foe, dealing a heavy blow to their psyche!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Lin Yu remained expressionless but pondered silently.
What exactly was the history between “Mountain Goblin” Jiang Yangmei and Little Fufu?
Just seeing a couple’s sweet moment could make her this bitter?
How utterly lacking must the “great artist” be in the romance department if he couldn’t even satisfy Mountain Goblin’s needs?
Though burning with curiosity,
Lin Yu wouldn’t press Ye Mengfu if she wasn’t ready to talk.
Her personality was different from other girls’.
She was delicate, sensitive,
drawn to solitude and the quiet of her own “little world.”
Lin Yu felt like he had one foot wedged in the door, on the verge of entering that space.
But it was like a one-on-one in soccer—
even with an open path, until that final kick, you couldn’t risk challenging the “last line of defense.”
For socially anxious girls, that last line was… themselves.
Just as Lin Yu expected,
from the moment they sat down, Ye Mengfu had been organizing her thoughts.
If Lin Yu asked about Jiang Yangmei, how could she explain their history objectively, thoroughly, without letting emotions cloud it?
She wasn’t a natural storyteller.
But if Lin Yu asked, she wouldn’t stay silent.
Her heart clenched and unclenched—only to realize…
Lin Yu was simply sitting quietly beside her, showing no intention of prying.
Hesitantly, Ye Mengfu began:
“That girl earlier… Jiang Yangmei.”
“She… was my college classmate. We shared a dorm.”
Lin Yu gave her shoulder a reassuring pat:
“If it’s a bad memory, you don’t have to talk about it today.”
“The most important thing on a date is enjoying ourselves. Don’t let it ruin the mood.”
“Whenever you feel ready to share, I’ll always be here to listen.”
“I’m your most devoted audience, Little Fufu!”
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Your constant attentiveness to your partner’s feelings has deepened their sense of being cherished!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Ye Mengfu blinked, a faint sting rising in her nose.
Lin Yu wasn’t disinterested—
he just didn’t want her revisiting painful memories and spoiling the day.
His curiosity versus her comfort?
The priority was obvious.
“We… used to be friends.”
“At least,”
“I thought we were.”
Lin Yu’s consideration eased her nerves,
and so,
she began recounting, slowly and methodically, the story between her and Jiang Yangmei.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
