Lin Yu suddenly dropped a "bomb," leaving the wig-wearing "Mao Mao" completely stunned.
This time, her expression remained controlled, though the faint sound of static still emitted from her body.
Wigged "Mao Mao": "ZerO, seems like you love joking around. I have no idea what you're—"
Lin Yu: "Joking? Hah… What’s my current world ranking? What was it last time? How many spots are between us? What was our first match? When did I first crush you? How old were you when you debuted? What are the last six digits of your ID?"
Wigged "Mao Mao" furrowed her brows: "…"
Lin Yu spread his hand, counting down finger by finger: "Five, four, three…"
She was completely cornered.
Five seconds.
Too many questions—she couldn’t even process them all.
Even if she heard them, she might not remember every detail.
Trying to listen and respond at the same time would only lead to mistakes, making her sound incoherent.
And Lin Yu was already suspicious.
The slightest hesitation would shatter any chance of convincing him.
Exposed.
Completely exposed.
Then, a voice came through the wigged "Mao Mao’s" earpiece:
"Xiashan, I’ll take over. He’s onto us."
"Give me a minute. I’ll be right there."
Hearing this, "Mao Mao" removed the wig, the neckband headphones, and the hidden earpieces.
She shook her head lightly, letting her short black hair fall smoothly into place.
"Impressive, kid."
"Thanks to you, I can take these off early."
"Guess I’m just not cut out for acting."
"Mind telling me how you figured it out?"
Without the disguise, her cold, striking aura was undeniable.
Her sharp, elegant features clashed starkly with her outfit, erasing the earlier dissonance.
This was her real presence.
With the wig, her age had been impossible to guess.
Now, she clearly looked a few years older than Lin Yu.
In Lin Yu’s earpiece, Mo Shangying’s furious voice erupted:
"Ah!!"
"That bitch sent a fake too?!"
"Master, thank god you’re a genius and saw through her trick!"
"What kind of person does this? I came with full sincerity, and she sneaks in a stand-in?"
"Master, tell me—should I go nuclear on her?!"
Lin Yu: "…"
How could this little hacker even say that?
Didn’t you also send a stand-in (me)?
The only reason she could keep talking big was his skills and quick thinking, which flipped the situation.
Tch.
What would she do without him?
Lin Yu straightened up, wearing a knowing smirk as he spoke with confidence:
"There were plenty of signs you were a stand-in."
"Micro-expressions, speech patterns, shifting gaze, overall vibe… you name it."
"Honestly, to excel in our line of work, you need nerves of steel."
Stand-in Sister: "…"
This was the guy who’d once said, "I’ll wreck you on the gas stove"—now lecturing her on composure?
To Lin Yu, this woman was just a disposable decoy.
They’d never cross paths again.
Might as well flex while he could.
If anyone looked stupid, it’d be ZerO—not Lin Yu.
But then—
Stand-in Sister nodded, smiling.
"People in your field are… interesting."
"I’m based in Pingchuan. We might run into each other again."
Lin Yu: "???"
You’ve gotta be kidding me.
A stand-in, and a local?!
The last thing he wanted was small talk with someone from here.
Pingchuan was tiny—they could bump into each other on any damn street corner.
Stand-in Sister added:
"Relax, I’m not in your line of work. No digging into people."
Mo Shangying barked in his ear:
"Master, clap back! Tell her—'Our line of work might just dig you!'"
Lin Yu: "…"
Just then, a petite girl stepped up to the table.
No verification needed—one look, and Lin Yu knew: This was Mao Mao.
Her short, icy-blue hair, streaked with a lock of white, was otherworldly.
An alphabet hairpin added a playful touch.
The same sports headphones looped around her slender neck.
An identical abstract watercolor T-shirt dress emphasized her delicate frame.
Her whole aura was years younger than the stand-in, more like Lin Yu’s age.
Not only was she Mao Mao—
Lin Yu was certain she had OCD.
Hiring a stand-in and forcing them to mimic her style down to the last accessory?
Full-blown perfectionism.
The stand-in sister saw the real deal arrive.
Gracefully rising to her feet, she said:
"Sorry, Maomao, this little brother's observational skills are terrifying."
"Never thought I’d be exposed so quickly."
"You two chat. I’ll wait for you downstairs."
"If he dares to..."
"Hmph, just call me up anytime."
Before leaving,
the stand-in sister made sure to toss out one last threat.
......
The stand-in sister walked to the parking spot outside the coffee shop.
She slid into a black G-Class and fished out her phone from inside.
Three missed calls—caller ID: Xia Yiwei!
The woman dialed back.
The call was picked up in under five seconds.
"Xia Xiashan, did you drop dead out there? Why aren’t you answering your phone?"
"Don’t go getting yourself killed before I even send someone to do it!"
As usual, her younger sister Xia Yiwei opened with greetings straight out of the reincarnation cycle.
Long accustomed to it, Xia Xiashan cut straight to the point:
"Maomao’s in Pingchuan. I was just with her."
"Right now... she’s meeting an important client."
On the other end, Xia Yiwei gasped, equal parts thrilled and shocked:
"Maomao’s here? What about Aunt Ru Xue? Did she come too?"
"Such a big deal and you didn’t say anything sooner!"
"Sneaking off to see Maomao alone—how evil can you be, sis?"
Xia Xiashan wiped off the ill-suited lip gloss with a makeup mirror and replied:
"Ru Xue didn’t come. Just Maomao."
"Clear your schedule tomorrow, no matter what. We’re having dinner with Maomao."
"Hmm... she might bring a local friend from Pingchuan."
After a brief pause, Xia Yiwei hesitantly asked:
"Fine. Then... can I bring a friend too?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
