"Aunt Ruxue, I actually have a question that I've been curious about for a while..."
"What exactly is your relationship with Maomao?"
"Is she adopted? Or is she a relative's child?"
This had always puzzled Lin Yu.
Today, he had laid his "cards on the table" first, giving him the courage to ask her to reveal hers.
Du Ruxue glanced at Lin Yu, slightly intrigued, and countered:
"Didn’t you ask Maomao about this?"
Lin Yu shook his head: "..."
Well...
It wasn’t like he couldn’t ask, right?
People who are overly mature tend to overcomplicate things.
Especially when it involves someone else’s privacy.
Would asking be too intrusive? Would it make her uncomfortable? What if she didn’t want to answer? What if it brought up painful memories?
After some thought, he realized that if he had asked Maomao directly, she probably would have answered.
Du Ruxue replied:
"Maomao... is a child who survived an earthquake."
"Her parents shielded her with their bodies when the house collapsed."
"Somehow, this little ten-year-old girl miraculously survived."
"I saw the news while abroad and was deeply moved by her parents’ sacrifice."
"After returning home, I found her locally and adopted her."
Hearing this, the mystery in Lin Yu’s heart was finally solved.
So, in a way, Maomao’s background was quite similar to his own.
The only difference was the timing of their adoptions—his had come a bit later.
But the pain of losing parents was something neither of them could escape.
After listening to Du Ruxue’s explanation, Lin Yu fell silent for a moment.
He thought to himself that an adult’s discretion in avoiding such questions was still necessary.
If he had asked Maomao directly, wouldn’t that just be reopening old wounds?
"I see, so that’s how it is..."
"Aunt Ruxue, do you still plan to take Maomao back soon?"
"If this question is too personal, you don’t have to answer."
Without hesitation, Du Ruxue turned the tables:
"If you thought I wouldn’t answer, you wouldn’t have asked."
Lin Yu: "..."
Ugh.
Sharp intuition indeed.
Lin Yu had to admit that the atmosphere now felt more relaxed.
After answering one somewhat private question, asking another slightly more intrusive one seemed easier to accept.
Du Ruxue pulled out her phone and started scrolling.
Lin Yu sat quietly beside her, waiting.
Did she need her phone to help answer this question?
Or was there something stored on it that she wanted to show him?
After waiting at least two minutes, Du Ruxue finally turned the screen toward Lin Yu.
On the webpage displayed was...
A list of food vendors at Wanda Plaza!
Lin Yu’s eyes widened: "???"
Du Ruxue asked, sounding conflicted:
"What do you think we should eat after shopping at Wanda Plaza?"
"You know Pingchuan better than I do—any recommendations?"
She looked at Lin Yu expectantly.
Lin Yu: "..."
Oh.
So she just wasn’t going to answer, huh?
What kind of eccentric personality was this?!
At least saying "I’d rather not say" would have been acceptable!
He had been waiting in anticipation for nothing.
This seamless topic shift—who could even react in time?
"I... I’m fine with anything."
"I don’t go to Wanda Plaza often..."
As if he could even eat now—he was too annoyed to be hungry!
So the two aunts had decided to go to Wanda Plaza, huh?
Pingchuan didn’t have many high-end shopping malls.
The last time Lin Yu had been there was when he took Aunt Qimeng shopping.
Aunt Qimeng herself never went there otherwise.
Thinking about it...
After their late-night conversation the previous evening,
she must have learned about Aunt Ruxue’s income level and didn’t want to take her to a less impressive place.
For Lin Yu, it didn’t matter either way.
Today, he only had one role to play...
The bag-carrying lackey!
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An hour later.
At the entrance of Wanda Plaza.
The three of them stepped out of a taxi and walked inside.
Before leaving, Lin Yu had wondered—
Would a high-powered businesswoman like her really have a luxury car and chauffeur pick them up?
But no.
She had chosen to take a taxi with them, keeping things surprisingly low-key.
The two aunts walked arm in arm ahead, their closeness unmistakable.
Lin Yu followed closely behind, struggling to keep up.
Were women always this fast when shopping?
Could they even see what was around them, or were they just charging forward blindly?
"Hey, handsome! It really is you!"
"I thought I was seeing things at first!"
Lin Yu turned at the sound of someone calling him "handsome."
Wait, wasn’t this...
The saleswoman from the bridal shop?
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Ahead, Chen Qimeng and Du Ruxue turned at the voice.
One look nearly gave Chen Qimeng a heart attack.
Chen Qimeng: "!!!"
How could they run into her again?!
Du Ruxue glanced at Chen Qimeng and asked curiously:
"Dream, do you and Xiao Yu know this mall employee?"
Instinctively, Chen Qimeng’s self-preservation kicked in.
She wanted to deny knowing her.
But unfortunately—
The saleswoman’s cheerful wave came faster than her reply.
And Chen Qimeng was far too polite.
If someone greeted you with a smile, how could you just ignore them?
That would be so rude!
Forcing a smile, she waved back.
But she remained frozen in place, not daring to bring Du Ruxue any closer.
"W-well, you could say we know her."
"She’s a salesperson we met while shopping here before."
"She’s... nice."
Du Ruxue was far too sharp.
And right now, her primary personality was in full control.
She didn’t miss a single trace of Chen Qimeng’s discomfort.
If this saleswoman was truly as "nice" as Dream claimed,
why was she acting so awkward?
Unless...
This woman’s very presence was something that embarrassed Dream.
From her angle, Du Ruxue could see Lin Yu’s profile clearly.
Instead of pressing Chen Qimeng, she focused on his reaction.
The intensity of her gaze made Lin Yu feel like his face was on fire!
Even from a few meters away,
he could hear the uncertainty in Aunt Qimeng’s voice.
Aunt Qimeng!
You’re losing your cool!
Aunt Ruxue didn’t know the saleswoman—there was no need to act guilty!
If she had just responded calmly, they could’ve brushed it off.
After all, once the saleswoman started talking to Lin Yu,
she wouldn’t have gone out of her way to chat with Aunt Qimeng.
But now?
Aunt Ruxue’s curiosity was definitely piqued!
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for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

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!

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.”

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."