No wonder she’s called the Thousand-Faced Fox.
Every message she sends is packed with layers of meaning.
Lin Yu deliberately addressed her as "Sister He Jing" in his message, deliberately creating a sense of distance between them.
By proactively suggesting "call me sister," she was hinting that Lin Yu shouldn’t be so formal—subtly nudging their secret, behind-the-scenes connection closer.
She didn’t say she was busy, nor did she say she wasn’t.
What she wanted to convey was simple:
Chatting with him wasn’t bound by time.
Talk whenever, talk boldly.
"At your aunt’s flower shop" meant "come by anytime, we can meet."
And to reassure Lin Yu after his message withdrawal, she deliberately emphasized: Our chats? Your aunt doesn’t know.
So chat freely, without hesitation.
What big schemes could a college student possibly have? Just go all out—she’d cover for him.
This was why some people could hit a home run after just a day or two of chatting,
while others would still be stuck on "what’s your favorite color" after half a year.
When it came to flirting, the skill gap was glaringly obvious.
He Jing? Undisputed champion-tier.
But Lin Yu’s attention wasn’t on these loaded hints.
Instead, he zeroed in on one critical detail: "waiting for Boss Yi."
Earlier that morning, while grocery shopping, Aunt Qimeng had texted him:
"Handle lunch yourself today, something came up at the shop."
The date for finalizing orders was still far off.
It wasn’t the usual weekly rose delivery time either.
So why was Yi Haizhou visiting the shop now?
Something’s fishy.
Thankfully, his idle chitchat had uncovered this crucial intel.
Seemed like today’s peaceful lunch break was about to be ruined.
To preempt any underhanded plotting between He Jing and Yi Haizhou—two absolute foxes—
he’d have to swing by the shop early.
Besides, he still needed to pick up flowers for Mo Shangying’s client. Going sooner wouldn’t hurt.
...
At 11 a.m., Lin Yu got dressed and headed downstairs.
At the first-floor landing, he ran into his "little girlfriend," Chi Qingshui.
Though she replied to messages at a snail’s pace,
her texts were the longest and most frequent in his chats.
(Then again, managing two WeChat accounts wasn’t exactly convenient.
Slow replies? Understandable.)
Spotting Lin Yu, Chi Qingshui immediately clasped her hands behind her back,
stepping aside to clear the stairway with an oddly guilty expression.
"Why are you looking at me like a thief? Steal my money or something?" Lin Yu teased.
"Who’d want your money? I have my own," she shot back, eyes sharp.
"Didn’t you just get back? Going out again?"
Lin Yu ambled down the steps. "Yeah, heading to Aunt Qimeng’s shop. Wanna… come along?"
Chi Qingshui blinked, tilting her chin up haughtily.
"Why would I tag along to Aunt Qimeng’s? You’re being weird!"
After spending the morning effortlessly outmaneuvering "Big Chi,"
here she was, barely two hours later, back to her tsundere honor-student persona.
Clearly, the road ahead was long.
Right now, though, Lin Yu didn’t have time to dwell on her antics.
From his chat with He Jing, he knew Yi Haizhou would arrive around noon.
As a schemer with ulterior motives, punctuality was practically guaranteed.
Grabbing lunch would take time.
If he showed up late, who knew what chaos might unfold?
Lin Yu: "Fine, suit yourself. Water my plants if you get the chance."
Chi Qingshui: "Hmph—wait, why should I? You’re so strange!"
Lin Yu: "Thanks."
Chi Qingshui: "......"
Only after Lin Yu left did she finally unclasp her hands, revealing two film theory books.
She smacked them lightly against her forehead.
Am I an idiot? What am I even doing?
After their morning outing, she’d impulsively grabbed these to give to him.
Thank god he’d left.
Handing them over would’ve been beyond awkward.
Sure, they were "roommates" and "classmates,"
but they weren’t that close.
Was it because of how Lin Yu acted earlier,
confirming her place in his mind,
that she’d lost all common sense?
Cheeks burning, she muttered to herself:
"Punishment: two hours of nonstop studying."
...
[Ding!]
[Masterful maneuvering! Your flawless daily performance has left your destined partner utterly flustered, lost in thought!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Lin Yu, already outside: "???"
What the hell are you up to, little genius?
"Utterly flustered, lost in thought"?
Don’t tell me she’s watching… certain videos and imagining him?
Damn, you’re something else.
Even while buying lunch, Lin Yu kept up his banter with He Jing.
He mentioned he’d be dropping by with food,
and took the chance to double-check: "Is Boss Yi here yet? Should I grab him a meal?"
The answer remained unchanged: "Around noon, no need to bring his."
Good—no schedule shifts.
The takeout was nothing fancy, just a simple boxed meal.
If it's a real feast, it certainly shouldn't end up in He Jing's mouth.
When Lin Yu arrived at the flower shop, it was ten minutes to noon.
Delivering food at this hour wouldn’t seem out of place.
As expected, only Chen Qimeng and He Jing were inside the shop.
"Qimeng, your little hottie is so diligent!" He Jing remarked the moment Lin Yu walked in.
"Huh? Lin Yu, why are you…" Chen Qimeng’s puzzled words trailed off mid-sentence as she noticed the takeout boxes in his hands.
Lin Yu raised the two meal boxes and said,
"I knew you’d be too busy to eat, so I brought lunch."
"Let’s take a break and eat first. Whatever you’re working on can wait, okay?"
He Jing reacted swiftly, setting down the vase she was holding.
"When the handsome young man gives an order, we’d better obey."
"Qimeng, let’s eat first."
Chen Qimeng smiled gently.
"Thank you, Lin Yu. But really… you don’t have to bring food every day. I won’t starve."
Before responding, Lin Yu deliberately glanced at He Jing.
Then he set the meals down and said,
"It’s no trouble. I’m free at home, so dropping by is easy."
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—your sincere and consistent care has left the acting sect leader’s heart fluttering!]
[Reward: 20 spirit stones.]
[Ding!]
[Perfect disguise—your suggestive concern has cracked open the Thousand-Faced Fox’s defenses!]
[Reward: 20 spirit stones.]
With that performance, Lin Yu had intentionally left gaps for interpretation, letting imaginations run wild.
In Chen Qimeng’s mind:
Lin Yu has really become so considerate!
Back when I didn’t come home, he never bothered with things like delivering meals.
Is this what it’s like when a guy finally gets a clue?
In He Jing’s mind:
Kid, you only came because I’m here, didn’t you? Trying to see me?
You can’t even lie properly!
If you’re really here because your aunt’s working hard, why did you bring three meals?
Good thing Chen Qimeng’s too slow to notice we’ve been secretly in touch.
My charm really hasn’t faded one bit.
In Lin Yu’s mind:
One lunch delivery.
Successfully infiltrated the hearts of both the virtuous woman and the one pretending to be virtuous.
Better make this a regular thing, my friend!
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?
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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!
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?!
