Aunt Ruxue might genuinely have a "split personality"!
Almost every pause afterward was Maomao carefully thinking things through.
Faced with the same question, Aunt Ruxue might give completely different answers.
But that wasn’t the main issue.
The real problem was the direction of those differing answers!
For example, if someone asked you:
Tea or coffee?
Drama films or horror movies?
Sweet tofu pudding or savory tofu pudding?
Red date zongzi or meat-filled zongzi?
Voluptuous mature women or slender young girls?
Think about it.
Except for the last question, all the others have clear-cut choices.
But the Aunt Ruxue described by Maomao was different.
According to Maomao, she might choose the first option one hour, then firmly switch to the latter the next.
Such a bizarrely mercurial personality indirectly made it impossible for scenario reenactment methods to predict her possible actions.
No wonder even after so many years in the future, artificial intelligence still couldn’t replace humans.
The human heart is truly unfathomable!
Lin Yu zoned out for a moment, lost in thought, before preparing to tell Maomao the grim reality—that the only path forward was to "play it by ear."
But when he turned around…
Maomao: "These dried tangerines are really delicious. Ying, you’re so nice."
Ying'er: "Am I? Hehehe, not nice enough yet! Eat more, I snack on these all the time while gaming."
Maomao: "Thanks, Ying."
Ying'er: "Aunt Ruxue sounds like a tough opponent. Kinda scary, honestly."
Maomao: "Yeah, I’m scared of her too. But after acting it out just now, my fear level dropped by 2%."
Ying'er: "You’re such a weirdo, quantifying it like that? Haha, try this one."
Maomao: "Thanks. Do you eat these while gaming too?"
"……"
Lin Yu: "……"
Whose problem is this, anyway?!
Why does it feel like he’s the only one seriously analyzing things?
When these two get together, the vibe is this relaxed?
You two might as well move in together!
Lin Yu found it surprisingly hard to interject into their casual chatter.
Before long, Maomao earnestly held out two pieces of dried lime and offered them to Lin Yu:
"Yu, wanna try? Ying’s snacks are really good."
Lin Yu: "……"
Still snacking?!
Aunt Ruxue’s coming for you!
Ying'er, seeing Lin Yu’s exasperated expression, seized the chance to tease him:
"Snacks won’t help, Master. You need pills—like red date pills!"
Maomao tilted her head, puzzled:
"Red date pills? Are they tasty?"
Ying'er, from an angle where Maomao couldn’t see, smirked mischievously at Lin Yu:
"Delicious, of course! Master eats them all the time!"
As she spoke, she wiggled her tongue playfully, taunting him.
Lin Yu: "……"
Did this brat really think he couldn’t retaliate just because Maomao was here?
Anyone who dared provoke him never walked away from bed normally afterward.
Keeping his expression neutral, Lin Yu spoke softly to Maomao:
"Maomao, I’ve got a basic grasp of Aunt Ruxue’s personality now."
"We can discuss any further questions in the group chat."
"Remember what you promised me? Every morning…"
Ying'er, gulping water from her bottle, remained oblivious to the impending danger.
Her eyes only sparkled with curiosity at the mention of "every morning…"
Maomao quickly swallowed another dried tangerine and stood up, clasping her hands behind her back obediently:
"Thanks for helping, Yu. Is there anything to do in the apartment this morning? Leave it to me."
Lin Yu smiled approvingly:
"Good. Today’s tasks aren’t too much…"
"First, water the plants. Then sweep the yard. Finally, replace the doormat at the third-floor staircase."
Mo Shangying: "!!!"
Holy crap.
Master was exploiting this chance to make Maomao his free labor!
Judging by how smoothly Maomao took it, this definitely wasn’t the first time.
The real problem was—
She’d just provoked Master.
If Maomao left now…
"Got it, I’ll get started."
"Yu, Ying, talk later."
"Today was fun. Bye!"
Without another second’s delay, Maomao dashed out of Ying'er’s room.
Lin Yu strolled to the door.
Click!
The lock engaged.
When he turned back, Ying'er had already curled up on her gaming chair in a defensive squat.
"Hehehe…"
"Master, my 8:60 shift starts at 9:30."
"See? Not much time left…"
Normally, if nothing urgent was happening, she wouldn’t flinch at Lin Yu’s predatory advance.
But work was work.
And after being relentlessly… handled by Lin Yu these past few days,
Ying'er secretly worried she’d become dependent on him.
Hearing her excuse, Lin Yu chuckled as he loosened his outerwear:
"Only remembering work now?"
"Having fun teasing me earlier, weren’t you?"
"Ying'er, you sure you wanna cling to that chair?"
"Think very carefully…"
Ying'er hugged her knees tighter, mustering a feeble resistance:
"Master, you still need my help with something, so don’t get too arroga—ah!"
Resistance was futile.
Ying'er tried to escape the gaming chair but failed.
Thus, the battle commenced right there on the chair.
"Can you let me put down the iiOiiO first?"
"Master, I was wrong~"
"..."
"My back’s about to break—don’t be so rough, show some mercy~"
"Huh? Why did you stop?"
"..."
...
9:00 AM.
Freshly showered and satisfied, Lin Yu strolled out of Ying'er’s room.
Following his agreed-upon time with Mao Ruirui, he leisurely made his way to the side gate of the neighborhood.
Just as he expected.
The girls in the apartment were punctual as ever.
Mao Ruirui had changed into her usual outfit—a white T-shirt and denim overalls—once again radiating that refreshing, effortless charm.
Spotting Lin Yu approaching,
Mao Ruirui, with her hands clasped behind her back, waved and pointed to a small electric scooter parked beside her.
Lately, they’d mostly relied on taxis for outings.
The rare exception was borrowing the antique car from Elder Sister.
Riding an electric scooter was a rare occasion indeed.
Two days ago,
Lin Yu and Mao Ruirui’s schedules had been slightly out of sync,
so he hadn’t noticed how she usually commuted to work.
Now, it all made sense.
As Lin Yu drew near,
Mao Ruirui asked proactively:
"Xiao Yu, the streets near Xiaoxiao’s place are pretty congested."
"I figured riding an electric scooter would be better than taking a taxi."
"What do you think?"
Lin Yu replied cheerfully:
"Of course!"
"I always wanted to buy one back in college."
"Though my balance isn’t great, and my riding skills are a bit shaky..."
...
(Bonus chapter delivered! Will keep working hard tomorrow. Just 213 more 'Power of Love' supports until the next bonus update—hope everyone can chip in!)
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."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.”
