Shen Jiuyi felt in her heart that all the changes happening to her had begun when Lin Yu helped her analyze her fate through divination.
Perhaps there was some truth to the saying…
"It takes the one who tied the bell to untie it."
With no other solutions in sight, she decided to seek out Lin Yu for a conversation.
Maybe Lin Yu, with his superior knowledge of Zi Wei Dou Shu (a Chinese astrological system), could offer a way out.
The only challenge was…
How should she broach the subject with Lin Yu?
In theory, if she approached him with the intention of solving her problem or interpreting her dreams, she would have to truthfully reveal everything that had been happening to her.
Without honesty, no matter how skilled Lin Yu was, he wouldn’t be able to help her.
But to describe those dreams in detail… how mortifying would that be?
Shen Jiuyi was already worried that Lin Yu, now aware of her fate, might view her differently in their daily interactions.
If she went to him and confessed unprompted, wouldn’t that just confirm his assumptions?
Torn by these thoughts, Shen Jiuyi took a while to calm down before finally lying back in bed.
After all…
Being completely naked in an air-conditioned room was a bit too chilly.
She hadn’t even been lying down for half an hour when the person sleeping on the other side of Shen Buyao also woke from a dream.
Huang Feirong’s reaction upon waking wasn’t as intense as Shen Jiuyi’s.
Once fully awake, she didn’t move at all.
Instead, she stared into the pitch-black room, stunned for a long moment.
"Did my dream just… continue from last time?"
This time, it was in an internet café again!
Her clothes seemed unchanged too.
Well, perhaps "continued" wasn’t the right word.
It felt more like a sequel.
In the previous dream, she had asked her best friend Lin Yu to help her win a game against someone else.
This time, she and Lin Yu were in a private booth at the internet café—playing games, eating instant noodles, snacking, and… kissing.
Tonight’s dream, at least, wasn’t interrupted by Buyao’s husband barging in to catch them in the act.
Lin Yu had been far more aggressive this time.
Taking the initiative, he had Huang Feirong pinned on the sofa in the booth, nearly making her lose control and cry out.
By the end of the dream, she had almost lost all her clothes.
But then…
The internet café owner knocked on the door, abruptly ending their activities.
Huang Feirong touched her damp forehead and sighed inwardly:
"It must be because I’ve been browsing too many of those websites lately, making me have these kinds of dreams repeatedly."
"With no other men my age around recently, my subconscious just latched onto Lin Yu, right?"
Beyond that, she couldn’t think of any other explanation—nor did she believe there was one.
At this moment, Huang Feirong hadn’t yet realized the severity of the situation.
...
7:00 AM.
[Ding!]
[Today is another hopeful day!]
[Host, continue exploring the Path of Joyful Union. Strive to become the pillar of the sect!]
The long-missed alarm pulled Lin Yu from his slumber.
These past few days, he had been working hard to "save up" for the position of Acting Sect Leader.
The lottery and shopping in the system store would have to wait.
Surprisingly, this gave Lin Yu a refreshing sense of freedom.
Now, he only needed to focus on completing urgent and daily tasks for his sect sisters.
Opening the system interface, several unfinished tasks remained pinned at the top of the list:
1. Return to school with the twins to submit assignments.
2. Help Sister Ruirui train the competition dogs.
3. Aunt Ruxue confirms the identity of the mysterious opponent.
4. A three-person date at the small tavern.
Beyond these, no additional urgent tasks had appeared.
Lin Yu knew the rules.
No new tasks didn’t mean none existed.
Some might only appear when encountering certain people face-to-face.
After a quick wash-up, Lin Yu packed the USB drive containing his photography assignment.
Aside from that, there wasn’t much else to submit this time.
Checking the class group chat yesterday, he saw that their photography instructor had mentioned a new assignment to be announced in person.
School wasn’t Lin Yu’s main concern now.
His only goal was passing his courses and graduating smoothly.
The real skills for making a living?
Those weren’t things you learned in school anyway.
Even in a job related to his major, he’d quickly realize that half the required knowledge was never taught in class.
Sure, a degree was a stepping stone—a minimum requirement.
At least in this era, that still held true.
But the value of that stepping stone was diminishing year by year as the number of graduates kept rising.
Lin Yu had no intention of relying on his university education after being reborn.
His plan was simple:
"No work! Financial freedom, straight up!"
"Work a job? Be an employee?"
"Not a chance in hell!"
Just as he finished packing, his phone rang.
A call?
Not many people called this early in the morning.
Unless it was urgent, most would just send a text asking if he was awake.
Lin Yu glanced at the screen—
Du Ruxue!
This was the number he had saved during dinner yesterday.
After verifying it through their previous interaction, he knew it was her real, frequently used number.
Her giving him this number could mean many things.
First, since Lin Yu already had her info, she might have decided there was no point hiding it.
Second, offering it without pretense could be a gesture of sincerity.
Whatever the reason, it did put Lin Yu more at ease.
He answered politely:
"Hello, good morning, Aunt Ruxue."
"Calling this early—is there something you need?"
Du Ruxue’s gentle voice came through:
"Xiao Yu, you’re awake, right?"
"Maomao mentioned you’re always up early, so I called directly."
"Mengmeng is preparing breakfast for everyone in the kitchen. Are there any chores that need doing today?"
"Don’t let Maomao handle them—I’ll take care of it."
"I feel bad just staying here and eating for free."
"Helping out will make me feel better."
"If you’re ready, come downstairs and… give me my orders."
Lin Yu: "!!!"
"Orders"?
She actually used that word?
"Aunt Ruxue, there’s no need—"
Click.
Lin Yu: "..."
She didn’t even give him a chance to respond before hanging up.
Oh, really?
This wasn’t a call about chores at all.
This was a declaration of war!
Was she blaming him for making Maomao work?
"Spare Maomao—come at me instead"?
Aunt Qimeng was right downstairs. If she needed tasks, why not ask her directly?
Yet she specifically called Lin Yu!
Originally, Lin Yu had maintained a respectful distance from Du Ruxue, even feeling a bit intimidated.
But after last night’s dream, that fear had significantly diminished.
It made him realize one thing:
"Du Ruxue… you’re just an ordinary woman too!"
...
(Second update for today. More to come later!)
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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