"The text message is here, bro!"
"Keep the receipt safe, we’ll each take one copy of the contract."
"Don’t call me Uncle Wang—do I look that old to you?"
"Hahaha, just call me Biao Ge!"
After collecting the payment, Wang Biao patted Lin Yu’s shoulder like a sworn brother and eagerly added him on WeChat.
For someone as straightforward and generous as this wealthy elder brother, Lin Yu was more than happy to keep a spot for him in his contacts.
Who knows? Having connections like this might come in handy someday while navigating life in Pingchuan.
With that thought in mind, Lin Yu’s mind raced, and he casually remarked:
"Biao Ge, our beautiful store manager specifically asked me to give you a bouquet to take home for your wife."
"We really appreciate all your support so far, and we hope you’ll keep looking out for us in the future."
After saying this, Lin Yu immediately winked at Chen Qimeng.
"Oh!!"
"Right, thank you, Brother Wang, for everything! Let me go grab it!"
Chen Qimeng instantly caught on and hurried to pick out a few simple flowers.
The flowers weren’t worth much.
What mattered was the gesture.
Just by Chen Qimeng’s reaction, Wang Biao understood perfectly.
This wasn’t some instruction from the "beautiful store manager"—it was all orchestrated by his newly acquainted little brother.
Wang Biao waved his fan, pointing at Lin Yu with a grin:
"Alright, Yu Zi, I gotta say, I really fucking like you."
"How does that saying go again… ‘Since ancient times, this land breeds extraordinary youngsters!’"
"If you ever run into trouble on this street, just come to your Biao Ge."
"Around here, there’s no problem that can’t be solved over drinks!"
"Let’s grab a drink one of these days!"
Classy.
Righteous.
And damn right he made sense!
Since ancient times, this land didn’t just breed extraordinary youngsters—it bred extraordinary young women too.
His own family was proof—plenty to go around!
……
After seeing Wang Biao off, it was time to get down to business.
Ever since obtaining the incriminating evidence on the two targets with Mo Shangying’s help, Lin Yu had considered multiple ways to resolve the crisis of the "Protect the Sect Plan."
The only difference lay in the severity of punishment He Jing and Yi Haizhou would face.
First method:
Send an anonymous email to Yi Haizhou’s company headquarters, attaching proof of his embezzlement. The higher-ups would deal with him themselves.
Likely sentence: three to ten years.
Unless the amount was astronomical—then maybe over a decade.
Of course, Yi Haizhou would’ve loved to embezzle more, but he simply didn’t have the authority.
Lin Yu dismissed this plan first.
Because in this scenario, He Jing would walk away scot-free.
At worst, her scheme would be exposed, and her friendship with Chen Qimeng would shatter.
Second method:
Actually sign the contract, then secretly find a way to secure the flower supply.
But here’s the thing—even if they signed the procurement contract with Yi Haizhou, He Jing still wouldn’t face consequences.
Could she be charged as an accomplice to fraud?
No.
There was no actual fraud involved.
The contract was completely legal and above board.
If Chen Qimeng failed to deliver, it would be her responsibility.
If she delivered but Yi Haizhou’s company didn’t pay, it would drag into a lengthy legal battle.
And if Yi Haizhou got arrested in the meantime?
Lin Yu’s hard-earned flower supply would be tied up in the mess.
By the time the court ruled, they’d be out even more money.
No way around it—even if they appealed to the heavens, the judgment would stand.
And He Jing?
She’d just claim she "knew a flower supplier" and "meant well," even pretending to consider investing in a new branch.
Then she’d keep delaying until it was too late to fix anything.
A crime?
Nope.
Just a case of trusting the wrong person.
In both scenarios, only Yi Haizhou would go down.
He Jing would remain untouched—clean, innocent, and safe.
That’s exactly why she dared to help her lover so boldly.
If they failed? No consequences for her.
If they succeeded? She’d get a cut.
With morals that low, why not take the gamble?
On the surface, Yi Haizhou was the villain.
But the real devil? Right here in the flesh.
Lin Yu decisively scrapped both plans.
To take them both down, the most effective way was…
Let them turn on each other!
"Auntie Chen, you originally wanted to borrow money from Boss Yi to tide things over, right?"
"And last time, we talked about the contract—today, you planned to sign early and collect the deposit?"
Chen Qimeng had no reason to hide it. She nodded.
"That’s right, but now with the rent issue resolved…"
The rent problem was already settled.
Signing the contract wasn’t urgent for several more days.
For a moment, Chen Qimeng wasn’t sure how to proceed.
After all, she still hadn’t seen the flower samples from the supplier He Jing mentioned.
Signing early came with major risks.
Yi Haizhou, however, played it cool.
"Didn’t expect Store Manager Chen to have a famous writer in the family!"
"No worries, glad the trouble’s resolved."
"We can sign once you’ve confirmed your supply channel—no rush."
What should’ve been a smooth con to trap Chen Qimeng had been derailed by a "web novelist."
Yi Haizhou’s rhythm was completely thrown off.
If he pushed too hard today, it might raise suspicions.
He couldn’t let his prey catch on now.
But what shocked Yi Haizhou even more? Lin Yu spoke up again:
"Auntie Qimeng, Boss Yi stepped up to help us in our time of need."
"How can we let him leave empty-handed?"
"Since Sister Jing’s supplier is definitely reliable, why don’t we just sign the contract today?"
Yi Haizhou: "!!!"
He Jing: "???"
Lin Yu’s words left them both stunned.
Were they this lucky?
Divine intervention from the universe itself?
Yi Haizhou pressuring them to sign versus Lin Yu urging them to sign—the impact was worlds apart!
Yi Haizhou was overjoyed.
After watching Lin Yu smoothly handle the landlord, Wang Biao, he even reconsidered his initial judgment.
Maybe he’d underestimated this college kid.
But now?
Clearly, he’d worried for nothing!
A lucky kid who stumbled into money was still just a kid.
No sense of caution at all.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect!
He Jing seized the moment, praising:
"You’ve got great social skills, little bro—even more thoughtful than our Qimeng here."
"Don’t be mad, Qimeng, I’m just complimenting your handsome young man."
Mad? Chen Qimeng couldn’t be happier.
Lin Yu stepping in so assertively moved her deeply.
All these years, she’d carried every burden alone.
Not because she wanted to be independent—she simply had no choice.
If she didn’t shoulder it, who would?
Today, Lin Yu made her feel something rare: protected.
So when he spoke, she listened.
"Xiao Yu’s right—we can’t let Boss Yi’s effort go to waste."
"We’ve reviewed the contract, and it looks fine. Let’s sign today?"
Yi Haizhou’s face lit up with triumph as he pulled out the contract again:
"Well said! No time like the present."
"Trust is the foundation of cooperation—I love working with decisive people!"
Just then, Lin Yu interjected once more:
"Oh, Auntie Qimeng, before meeting Sister Jing’s supplier, how about meeting my friend first?"
"I mentioned this in our book club group chat, and one of the members from another province happens to be in the wholesale flower business."
"He assured me they can provide the exact flowers we need, on time and in any quantity, with guaranteed quality."
"He’ll be coming over in the next couple of days with samples to discuss things in person."
"I’ve known this guy for almost two years now, and I’m 90% sure we can seal the deal. That way, we won’t have to trouble Sister He Jing with the hassle."
The moment these words were spoken,
the room fell dead silent.
Yi Haizhou: "!!!"
He Jing: "!!!"
Yi Haizhou’s hand, which had been extending the contract, froze mid-air, his smile stiffening on his face.
He Jing took a half-step back, discreetly patting her own tense cheeks to hide her unease.
If this had been just any ordinary college student saying this,
Yi Haizhou would’ve dismissed it as youthful bravado—nothing but hot air.
But this wasn’t just any college student.
This was the same guy who’d casually dropped 180,000 yuan without blinking.
The same guy who’d made millions in just a few months, riding high on the success of his hit novel’s "copyright deals."
His words couldn’t be taken lightly.
"Hmm? Boss Yi… you’re sweating?"
"Must be the air conditioning in here… not working well."
"Let’s just sign the contract already!"
Lin Yu fought back a smirk as he urged them on.
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d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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?!
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!
