Miao Haixin slowly wrapped her arms around Lin Yu in a gentle embrace.
The words Lin Yu had just spoken matched exactly the personality she'd sensed in her dreams.
Outwardly putting on a tough front.
But in reality, it was just self-protection when facing frightening situations.
Miao Haixin felt even more grateful that she hadn't chosen to fabricate a story but had told the truth instead.
She patted Lin Yu's back comfortingly and said:
"It's okay now, it's all over."
"You're even more outstanding, brave, and a hundred times smarter than I imagined!"
"You even thought to message me to resolve the immediate crisis."
"Actually, I should thank you too, Little Lin Yu."
"Being a counselor trusted by my students makes me incredibly happy."
Miao Haixin spoke her true feelings to help Lin Yu relax a little.
Of course.
Relaxing was out of the question.
Lin Yu only took the chance to hug tighter, expressing heartfelt gratitude.
This wasn't some excuse to take advantage—it was genuine appreciation... for this life and the last.
......
6:00 PM.
Yan Miaozhu's home.
Her husband, an associate professor, looked up from his book in surprise at the sight of his wife returning home seething with anger.
"Miaozhu, didn't you say... you were accompanying a friend to get a haircut and eating out? Why are you back so early?"
The associate professor set his book aside, puzzled.
Having heard his wife wouldn't be home for dinner, he'd already eaten early.
Who would've thought.
She'd return so soon.
And...
Judging by her expression, she didn't seem to be in a good mood?
Yan Miaozhu shot her husband an impatient glance and replied offhandedly:
"Got stood up. Wandered around outside for a while, got bored, and came back."
"Why are you always reading the same book? Don't you have anything else to read?"
"What are we having for dinner? Eating in or out?"
The associate professor shelved his book, ignoring his wife's complaint.
What caught his attention was...
She'd actually suggested eating together!
Since the holiday began, this had been a rare occurrence.
Having already eaten, he couldn't admit it now.
"I'm fine with anything. Miaozhu, what would you like?"
Yan Miaozhu tossed her bag onto the sofa and slumped onto it without even changing clothes, looking utterly exhausted.
Hearing "I'm fine with anything" instantly ignited her temper.
"Every time I ask, it's always 'whatever'!"
"Don't you have any opinions of your own?"
"Do I have to make every single decision in this house?"
Yan Miaozhu lashed out furiously.
The associate professor was left speechless.
Clearly, being "stood up" had left Miaozhu deeply frustrated.
Whenever she was in a bad mood, even his breathing seemed wrong.
The best approach now was not to argue or do anything that might seem like opposition.
That would only escalate things without solving anything.
The wisest move was to follow her lead.
The associate professor walked to the fridge and opened it.
It was well-stocked—shrimp and beef in the bottom drawer.
Plenty for a home-cooked meal.
Leaning against the fridge door, he said considerately:
"Honey, how about we eat at home?"
"I'll make some of your favorite dishes."
Yan Miaozhu's frown deepened, her anger flaring even hotter:
"Can't you tell I don't want to eat at home?"
"Even if our relationship isn't great, we've lived under the same roof for years."
"Why can't you ever pick up on what I'm thinking?"
"Have you ever even tried to understand me?"
The associate professor fell silent again: "..."
Hadn't she just criticized him for lacking opinions?
Now that he'd offered one, she was even angrier.
She'd even stealthily switched to a no-win question, catching him completely off guard.
Still.
Even so.
The associate professor showed no trace of irritation.
He calmly closed the fridge door, walked over to Yan Miaozhu, and said patiently:
"Honey, don't be upset. I know you're feeling bad because your friend stood you up, so you're in a foul mood."
"Let's not fight. We can go out and—"
Before he could finish.
Yan Miaozhu sprang up from the sofa:
"Who said I'm mad because I got stood up? Who told you that?"
"I came home and saw you—that's what pissed me off!"
"I don't want to eat anymore. Go by yourself. Eat whatever you want."
"I'll make myself noodles. It's not like I'll starve!"
With that.
Yan Miaozhu stormed into the kitchen, leaving her husband standing there in silence.
Only after she'd left did the associate professor remember...
Moments later.
Yan Miaozhu reappeared in the doorway:
"The dishes in the sink—you already ate tonight, didn't you?"
The associate professor was silenced once more.
He wanted to say:
Yes, I ate. But seeing you upset and hungry, I wanted to join you for another meal.
But he knew Yan Miaozhu too well.
Telling the truth wouldn't earn him any kindness.
It would only invite...
"Ha! You already ate, but pretended you hadn't, just to eat with me?"
"Are you pitying me? Think I'm pathetic because no one would eat with me?"
The associate professor: "..."
Exactly that.
Whether he spoke or stayed silent, the outcome was the same.
His wife would think this way.
A puzzle with no solution.
Seeing his silence.
Yan Miaozhu scowled and marched back to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Once on the bed, she kicked off her slippers.
First humiliated by some brat outside.
Now pitied by her own husband at home.
What a goddamn miserable day!
"Lin Yu..."
"Don't think you're getting away so easily!"
"I'll... I'll make sure you regret crossing me!"
Brimming with pent-up rage.
Yan Miaozhu had nowhere to vent.
She decided to grab her phone and resume harassing Lin Yu.
Having missed today's opportunity.
She'd just create another one!
No way she was letting that kid off the hook!
Phone... phone?
"Dammit!"
Yan Miaozhu punched the bed in frustration.
Her phone was still in her bag on the sofa!
......
The streets.
After parting ways with Miao Haixin.
Lin Yu wandered alone down the street.
It was almost time to meet the two seniors for drinks.
The bar was about 900 meters away.
An awkward distance.
Taking a cab seemed excessive.
Walking felt too far.
After some deliberation, Lin Yu chose to walk it off and cool down.
"Ding!"
Mid-stride.
His phone chimed with a WeChat notification.
...
(Extra chapter delivered! More tomorrow, folks. Goodnight!)
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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.”
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!
