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.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
