In the lobby of the apartment building on the first floor.
Maomao sat on the sofa, chattering nonstop:
"Besides sweeping the yard and watering the plants, I also do some chores like laundry in the mornings."
"It's not every day, maybe once every two days or so."
"Oh, and wiping down the stair railings—I’ve only done that once, so I’m not sure how often it’s needed weekly."
"Aunt Ruxue, that’s pretty much it…"
"Wait! Taking out the trash—almost forgot something important!"
Maomao rambled on enthusiastically.
Deep down, she just wanted Aunt Ruxue to know how many new skills she’d picked up living in a shared space.
It was the classic, earnest pride of a little one showing off her growth to a parental figure.
Meanwhile, the Xia sisters stood nearby.
Xia Xiashan: "…"
Xia Yiwei: "…"
Xia Xiashan whispered, "Maomao does this much housework normally?"
Xia Yiwei whispered back, "Uh… I guess? I’m not home every day either—this is news to me!"
Xia Xiashan: "Oh no, look at Aunt Ruxue’s face."
Xia Yiwei: "She’s got that same look from years ago when she outplayed you."
Every chore Maomao listed felt like another crime pinned on Lin Yu.
Du Ruxue’s emotions churned violently inside…
That Lin Yu!
Back at home, she’d never let Maomao lift a finger.
Everything was taken care of by hired help—Maomao had been pampered relentlessly, never having known hardship.
And now?
Just a few days away, and she’s practically become Lin Yu’s personal maid?
Mengmeng really raised a fine nephew—what a talent for bossing people around!
Finally, the oblivious Maomao noticed Aunt Ruxue’s unsettling expression.
She tentatively asked,
"Aunt Ruxue… are you okay?"
"Is it too much? Too tedious?"
"I can handle it—I’m used to it by now."
Xia Xiashan and Xia Yiwei shut their eyes in despair.
Game over.
This was really game over.
Maomao had completely missed the point—she was just digging Lin Yu’s grave deeper!
Du Ruxue stood up, looking down at Maomao with an imperious gaze.
"Don’t stop. Keep going."
"Is there anything else I don’t know about?"
"Maomao, remember who taught you survival skills in the first place."
Maomao: "!!!"
Only then did it hit her—
Disaster had struck!
Aunt Ruxue’s personality… had switched!
In the kitchen, Chen Qimeng and Mao Ruirui were busy preparing breakfast for everyone.
By morning, many of the visiting guests—like Chang Xiaoxiao, Fang Xinran, Huang Feirong, and Shen Jiuyi—had already left early.
Huang Feirong and Shen Jiuyi weren’t usually early risers, but their dreams had kept them awake.
Ying’er, Ye Mengfu, and Shen Buyao were still asleep, and Chen Qimeng’s messages had gone unanswered.
Not wanting to disturb them, she set aside some food for later.
On the counter beside them, a phone propped up played a trending video from Bilibili.
Two of the top three videos were about Lin Yu.
One was a clip of Pingchuan University’s band performing at a comic convention.
The other was a professional music critic analyzing Lin Yu’s vocal technique.
"The rasp in this section is executed perfectly!"
"Don’t let his youth fool you—this singer has clearly had formal training."
"After my first listen, I tried replicating it myself multiple times."
"Push even slightly too hard, and the note cracks."
"But without enough power, it falls flat."
"Amateurs hear the spectacle; professionals hear the craft."
"Mark my words—this young man is destined for stardom."
"Check my past prediction videos; I’ve got a solid track record."
"…"
The critic’s high praise had Chen Qimeng grinning ear to ear, her heart swelling with pride.
Mao Ruirui felt the same, equally proud of Lin Yu.
Little did they know—
The lobby was currently a warzone.
Freshly showered and dressed, Lin Yu strolled downstairs leisurely.
His eyes immediately landed on the Xia sisters lingering near the sofa.
Lin Yu: "…"
Yep.
Just as he’d suspected.
A perfectly good sofa, yet they chose to stand?
No further explanation needed—
The atmosphere down here was toxic.
Hearing footsteps, Maomao jumped up from the sofa.
Hidden from Aunt Ruxue’s view, she flashed Lin Yu a quick hand signal: three fingers.
Lin Yu gave a slight nod—message received.
Their little team had prepared extensively for Aunt Ruxue’s visit to Pingchuan.
Her ever-shifting personalities, as Maomao once put it, changed—
Faster than lightning, swifter than a ringing bell!
It could be because of a single word, a glance, a gesture, or an object...
Any tiny, unnoticeable reason could lead to a personality switch.
Maomao had vividly described several of the main typical personalities.
And they were named with the hand gestures from "one to six".
If Maomao noticed Aunt Ruxue's personality switch, she would give Lin Yu a hand - gesture as a reminder.
So...
Three!
It meant the third personality had emerged!
Characteristic: irritable, tricky, and sarcastic, questioning the sky, the earth, and everyone.
Lin Yu took a deep breath.
Just as he feared!
The third personality was quite a tough one!
All he did was ask the little Maomao to do some household chores.
It was such a small thing.
Lin Yu tried his best to calm down and approached with a smile.
"Good morning, everyone."
"Good morning, Aunt Ruxue!"
Lin Yu specifically greeted Du Ruxue separately, politely testing the power of this personality first.
Du Ruxue didn't say a word but walked up to Lin Yu.
The atmosphere was quite tense at first.
But when he noticed that she was wearing Aunt Qimeng's pajamas...
Lin Yu's train of thought went astray!
This pair of pajamas made frequent appearances on Aunt Qimeng.
It was hard not to have some random and strange associations.
Du Ruxue stopped in front of Lin Yu, with her hands behind her back, and said in a sarcastic tone,
"Where do you see that I'm good? Does my expression... look like I'm doing well?"
Although he had expected it.
When Lin Yu saw with his own eyes that Du Ruxue had completely changed from yesterday's demeanor and was speaking in the tone of "a market aunt who lost to young people in a vegetable - grabbing fight",
he still couldn't help but be shocked!
Was this still that dignified and beautiful woman?
...
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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.
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?!
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!
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!
