「Shen Buyao: Damn Lin Yu, there’s a guild battle at the Dance Club tonight at 11. Can you come to the Treasureless Pavilion and help me win? I’m the only one watching the shop and can’t leave. There’s a reward if we win!」
「Shen Buyao: (Mystery prize GIF)」
「Shen Buyao: I know you’re busy during the day, but surely not at night too?」
「Shen Buyao: I can ask Sister Qimeng for leave on your behalf. Door-to-door service, guaranteed safe arrival.」
Lin Yu: “…”
Door-to-door service? Safe arrival?
Riding in Shen Buyao’s car was anything but safe!
Yesterday at dinner, Lin Yu noticed some bruises on Shen Jiuyi’s body.
He asked about it out of concern.
Turns out, she got them from bumping into things inside their antique-loving sister’s car…
Inside the car! The car!
What kind of collision leaves bruises inside a car?
It was hard to imagine what couldn’t happen in Shen Buyao’s vehicle.
The “door-to-door service” could be ignored.
But a message from the antique-loving sister… it was never just about the game!
If it were really just about playing a game, why would Lin Yu need to go all the way to the Treasureless Pavilion where she was alone?
His own room had a computer, and it was way faster.
Making the trip would be completely unnecessary!
So, translated, the message really meant:
Damn Lin Yu, I’ll be alone at the shop tonight. I miss you.
Dinnertime wasn’t the best for making other plans.
But after dinner, heading to the antique shop to see the antique-loving sister…
Who could say no to that?
「Lin Yu: I’ll just take a cab. I’ve only got one life—better not risk it.」
「Shen Buyao: Tch~ Fine, it’s settled then. I’ll be waiting at the shop.」
「Lin Yu: Deal. We’ll win the game for sure, so get that mystery prize ready!」
Scrolling further down the messages, there was one from Ye Mengfu!
Little Fufu’s message genuinely piqued Lin Yu’s interest.
Even after they’d confirmed their relationship and taken things to the next level,
Little Fufu rarely initiated conversations with him.
Opening the chat, the first thing he saw was a photo.
「Ye Mengfu: (Wei Ning Shu oral solution)」
「Ye Mengfu: If your stomach still hurts, you can take one.」
Lin Yu instantly understood.
During the drinking game at last night’s dinner, he’d had quite a bit to drink.
He’d casually mentioned:
“I’m done, I’m done. Any more and my stomach’s gonna give out!”
In reality, he was completely fine.
He just didn’t want the others at the table to think he was some seasoned drinker.
Careless words from the speaker, but a mindful listener took them to heart.
Who would’ve thought?
Little Fufu actually remembered what he said!
And even went out of her way to buy him medicine.
Medicine? As if Lin Yu needed to buy any himself.
His system could summon piles of it with a snap.
What a thoughtful girlfriend!
Never demanding, never making a scene, just quietly staying by his side.
In places no one else noticed, she paid attention to his every word and action.
If there were a “best wife material” contest in their apartment, Little Fufu would undoubtedly be a top contender.
Girls like her were easy to overlook.
The kind you couldn’t help but adore and feel protective of.
「Lin Yu: My wife treats me the best (heart)(heart)(heart)」
「Lin Yu: I’ll come get it when I’m home later. I’ll definitely take it!」
「Lin Yu: You’re fully recovered now, right? How about we go on a date tomorrow?」
The reply came instantly.
「Ye Mengfu: All better now.」
A few seconds later, a second message popped up.
「Ye Mengfu: Tomorrow. Okay.」
Short and simple.
But between the lines, you could almost feel Little Fufu’s happiness.
After replying to everyone, Lin Yu opened Bilibili to kill time.
Judging by his classmates’ reactions today, he was way more popular than he’d thought.
When he got back from the comic con yesterday,
Lin Yu had sent his Bilibili username to Little Chi.
Little Chi said she’d tag him when posting the video to help him gain followers.
Lin Yu wasn’t particularly interested in growing his follower count.
But now, seeing the flood of notifications in his Bilibili inbox, he realized—he’d actually blown up!
Despite having zero uploaded content, his account had already gained over 20,000 followers.
This wasn’t like modern-day TikTok,
where a single viral video could net you hundreds of thousands or even millions of followers.
Back then, long-form content still ruled, and growing an account was no easy feat.
Gaining 20,000 followers overnight on Bilibili was a huge deal.
His private messages were overflowing,
with countless fans reaching out—and plenty of brands and businesses trying to get his contact info.
Having a system was seriously the best.
He could choose exactly how he wanted to make money.
“Yu, we’re done with the shoot. How’s… everything on your end?”
Chen Qimeng and Du Ruxue finished their photoshoot and immediately turned to Lin Yu.
He knew exactly what she meant.
“All handled… My classmates already left.”
“If you’re done, you can come over here and pick a spot for the photos!”
Hearing this, Chen Qimeng finally relaxed.
Thank goodness.
If it weren’t for Lin Yu’s classmates showing up in time, things could’ve gotten messy.
Now, she could focus on admiring the photos of her and Ruxue!
These past few days felt like a dream.
Her family’s financial troubles were resolved, her relationship with Yu had…
And now she’d reunited with a long-lost friend!
Holding the photos, Chen Qimeng was deeply moved.
If this really was a dream, she hoped it would never end.
“Meng, yours are… this big?”
“How did I never notice back in school?”
Du Ruxue leaned in, staring at the photos in amazement.
Chen Qimeng quickly swatted her arm:
“Shh!”
“Keep it down… There are young people everywhere!”
“If they hear us, what’ll they think?”
Just as Du Ruxue was about to laugh it off,
her gaze landed on a foreign couple who’d also been pulled into the event.
Her expression instantly darkened,
her usual gentle eyes turning sharp and cold.
“Ruxue? Ruxue!”
“What are you looking at?”
Chen Qimeng tugged at her hand.
Du Ruxue snapped out of it, as if she hadn’t just spaced out:
“Me? I wasn’t looking at anything!”
“Just admiring your… assets.”
Chen Qimeng: “Shh!!”
(Second chapter for today. There’ll be an extra update later. If you enjoyed it, feel free to send some free “powered by love” support. Thanks, everyone!)
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