From the documents alone, it was clear that Ying'er was an extremely meticulous person.
To gather such detailed information in such a short time…
Lin Yu had expected nothing more than dense blocks of text, requiring him to sift through and pick out the key details he needed.
But to his surprise, Ying'er had already categorized everything neatly for him.
And the formatting… seemed to carry a hint of playful intention?
The first document was about He Jing…
Hotel check-in records?
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Couldn’t she have dug up something more serious?
Was that what he meant?
He hadn’t asked for this kind of information!
Still…
Since it was already here…
Might as well take a critical look.
Holy hell, this was long?
A pure, restless flower among young divorcees!
And this was just the past two years.
Guess she really let loose after the divorce, huh?
Mo Shangying had even helpfully annotated the ages of the men involved—ranging from 20 to 52.
Lin Yu silently gave a mental thumbs-up.
Impressive!
She really wasn’t picky at all.
As long as the mood was right, straight to the hotel for a "meeting"!
After the check-in records, there was a final red-text note:
[Apprentice’s Friendly Reminder: The above only includes registered hotel stays. Unregistered "applause" records will take more time to investigate.]
Thorough.
People in this line of work were nothing if not thorough!
Moving on, the next section was He Jing’s medical examination records from the past two years.
The most recent one was last month, mostly gynecological tests.
Just as Lin Yu wondered why such reports were included, Mo Shangying’s annotations appeared again:
[Apprentice’s Friendly Reminder: Wild but still healthy. Master may proceed—just be sure to wait until after next Thursday.]
Lin Yu: "..."
This damn apprentice!
What kind of man did she take him for?
Did she really think he’d asked for this investigation so he could charge into battle?
Pure projection—people see what they want to see.
Lin Yu gave He Jing’s medical report a few more critical glances before continuing.
Finally.
He reached the part he actually needed—
He Jing’s financial situation!
As an unemployed divorcee, her finances were straightforward.
Almost entirely funded by men’s transfers.
Seemed she was a seasoned player in the "one sentence, make a man spend 180k on you" game.
For the past six months, most of her income had come from Yi Haizhou.
Cross-referencing the hotel records, most of her recent stays were under her name alone.
Probably with Yi Haizhou.
The man was cautious—enjoying himself without leaving a trace.
The reason became clear in the next document.
Yi Haizhou had a wife and kids!
He wasn’t a local but from the south, with his family back in his hometown.
That explained why he’d picked up He Jing here.
His real job wasn’t as a props manager at a film studio, either.
He worked for an insurance company, stationed in a neighboring city as a branch manager.
Mo Shangying had highlighted several key details about Yi Haizhou:
He’d lost a fortune gambling online.
Embezzled company funds—and lost those too!
Now, his top priority was covering that financial hole.
As for why he’d targeted Aunt Qimeng, He Jing was almost certainly involved.
On the surface, she was a warm, enthusiastic friend.
Behind the scenes? Scheming how to ruin her.
He Jing…
Her actions were the most venomous of all.
She couldn’t be let off easily.
In Yi Haizhou’s records, Mo Shangying had also marked his transactions with Aunt Qimeng—
And a pre-drafted purchase contract.
The contract’s wording was dense, but Lin Yu read through it patiently.
In simple terms:
After gaining Aunt Qimeng’s trust, Yi Haizhou would present her with a large order for "Damascus roses."
If she failed to deliver by the deadline, she’d face massive penalties.
As a seasoned insurance manager, he knew exactly how to set those penalties within legal limits.
As for ensuring Aunt Qimeng couldn’t deliver? That was He Jing’s role.
Two scoundrels, working together—
One for her lover, the other to repay his debts.
They’d set a trap for a defenseless woman.
And because of their greed, Aunt Qimeng had jumped to her death—
A permanent regret in Lin Yu’s heart.
All for this? A life lost over such petty schemes?
These two had never considered their victim’s suffering.
Never imagined how deeply their malice would ripple through others’ lives.
Lin Yu’s grip on his phone tightened, fury rising.
Not enough…
Just sending him to prison wasn’t enough!
After closing the files, Lin Yu noticed Mo Shangying had sent separate messages:
[Mo Shangying: Now I see why you wanted them investigated! They were trying to scam Aunt Qimeng!!!]
[Mo Shangying: Master, you have to protect her. Don’t let her sign any damn contract.]
[Mo Shangying: Sent you Yi Haizhou’s embezzlement records separately. Get that bastard locked up.]
[Mo Shangying: As for He Jing, expose her to Aunt Qimeng. But she hasn’t broken any laws—can’t send her in. Damn it!!!]
Lin Yu started typing a reply, then deleted it halfway.
After a moment, he wrote:
[Lin Yu: Ying'er, besides sending it to my phone, copy everything to a spare USB drive. Bring it tomorrow. Thanks.]
[Lin Yu: I’ll handle these two. They will pay.]
……
In Mo Shangying’s room:
Staring at Lin Yu’s reply on her screen, Mo Shangying crouched on her chair, feigning a "scared" expression.
"Little Yu’s pissed. Those two are so screwed."
"Of all people to mess with, you had to pick us?"
"Heh, let Little Yu deal with them!"
"Too bad I can’t call him Little Yu anymore…"
Muttering to herself, she glanced at her hands.
After tonight, she was really looking forward to next Thursday.
……
In Ye Mengfu’s room:
Freshly showered, Ye Mengfu collapsed onto her bed, exhausted.
She held up the rabbit stickers Lin Yu had given her, studying each one carefully.
When she spotted particularly cute poses, her lips curled unconsciously.
After going through them all, she suddenly remembered something and sprang up.
From her bag, she pulled out the sweatshirt she’d worn to Lin Yu’s room and hung it up.
She checked carefully to ensure the stickers he’d placed weren’t wrinkled.
Satisfied, she flopped back onto the bed and grabbed her phone.
After a moment of nibbling her finger in thought…
She opened a shopping app and typed:
[Best gifts to give a guy?]
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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.”
