Fang Xinran: "!!!"
At this very moment.
She could clearly feel the movement of Lin Yu's palm.
The clearer the sensation became, the more her entire body tensed up, terrified to move a muscle.
What should she do?
What happens next?
Should she do something?
Or just sit up straight and wait?
She had absolutely no experience!
Fang Xinran's mind was currently filled with question marks, and she desperately wanted to go online and Google the answer.
Being physically prepared and being mentally prepared were two completely different things.
The inexplicable rhythm had suddenly fast-forwarded to the physical stage, leaving Fang Xinran completely bewildered.
Maybe...
She should play to her strengths?
Fang Xinran didn't have many other talents, but she was an expert at telling cold jokes!
After all, Lin Yu had praised her before, saying she told great cold jokes, hadn't he?
Fang Xinran's brain spun rapidly.
You don't say.
Drawing inspiration from the plot of the movie playing in front of them, she actually thought of a joke she could crack right now.
"L-Little Yu, I'm different from the sister-in-law in the movie."
"Because today I..."
"I didn't wear makeup, so there's no need to remove it!"
Lin Yu: "..."
Fang Xinran: "..."
As soon as these words came out.
Lin Yu indeed stopped moving.
Fang Xinran's heart went cold instantly.
It's over.
She had completely ruined it!
What the hell was she doing?
When the sentence ran through her head, she thought it was funny.
But now that it had actually left her mouth, it felt like it had a completely different flavor.
Would Lin Yu think there was something wrong with her?
That she was deliberately toying with him?
Fang Xinran had been panicking when his hand was moving, but now that it stopped, she didn't feel any better; in fact, why was she panicking even more?
At this moment, standing behind Fang Xinran, Lin Yu was trying his absolute hardest not to laugh.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
You don't say!
Usually, Lin Yu could only sense the first layer of senior sister Fang's dry humor—which was just purely cold.
But seeing her panic today and make up a joke on the spot really made Lin Yu want to laugh out loud.
But he couldn't laugh now. If he laughed, wouldn't his aura be broken?
This was the time for senior sister Fang to be nervous; she needed to feel the moment properly!
Since senior sister Fang's psychological defenses hadn't completely come down yet, now was not the best time to make a move.
Lin Yu didn't want to force himself upon a woman; he had to give enough respect.
Just as he was planning to completely withdraw his hand and sit back in his seat.
An accident happened...
In the split second that Lin Yu was about to pull back, Fang Xinran quickly reached out and grabbed him!
She seized Lin Yu's hand and pressed it firmly onto her shoulder.
Lin Yu: "???"
Oh ho?
What kind of move was this?
It truly caught Lin Yu off guard; his brain didn't have time to react or make a judgment.
Immediately following that.
"Phew..."
Fang Xinran let out a long breath and said:
"I'm sorry, Little Yu, I... did I ruin the atmosphere?"
"Because I've never experienced these things before, I didn't know how to respond."
"I got nervous just now and wanted to relax the mood, so I told a mindless cold joke."
"Please don't mind it. I didn't mean anything else by it, I just really... didn't know what to say."
"If it's not too late to fix it..."
"I hope that, like Sister Ziyi in the movie, I am wearing makeup today!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Hiss!
You can't play like this.
This sudden burst of sincerity simply caught Lin Yu completely unprepared.
She hadn't ruined the atmosphere at all; Lin Yu had just wanted to make the atmosphere a bit more... you know.
That was why...
Ah! Man!
Hearing senior sister Fang's words, Lin Yu really wanted to slap himself!
He should be a decent human being tonight!
Stop tormenting the sincere senior sister Fang!
Lin Yu's other hand moved to cup senior sister Fang's cheek.
"Xinran, what are you thinking?"
"I was just trying to be a bit mischievous just now, to see if I could be as smooth as Uncle Ge... and just let it pass."
"Haha, but I discovered that your collar isn't that loose."
"I'm not an impatient person, and I'm not in a rush to go back tonight. We can drink wine and slowly relax."
"Do you need to be so nervous when you're with me?"
Lin Yu quickly found a reasonable excuse for his actions just now.
At least.
It sounded like a reason.
Fang Xinran turned her head, looking at Lin Yu emotionally, and said:
"So that's how it is. Is Ge You really your uncle?"
Lin Yu froze on the spot: "???"
Huh?
Was that a cold joke, or was she asking seriously?
Earlier, it didn't feel like she ruined the atmosphere.
But this sentence popping out truly left Lin Yu dumbfounded!
He simply didn't know how to follow that up!
...
Meanwhile.
Ghost Market Street, Guihang.
Shen Buyao, Shen Jiuyi, and Huang Feirong were gathered inside Sister Hong's office.
Today, in the dimly lit room, there was no gaming equipment on display.
The two Shen sisters hadn't come here to play games.
The Huang family of Pingchuan was currently facing a massive "disaster."
"Sister Hong, haven't you found out who is inciting this yet?"
"This is obviously targeted at Guihang!"
"Are you really planning to give a full refund to anyone who says they bought fake goods from you?"
"Right now it's only three people, but what if ten people come? Or twenty?"
"Are you planning to sell off the auction house?!"
Shen Buyao, with her fiery temper, couldn't understand Sister Hong's logic at all.
Clearly, they hadn't done anything wrong. Anyone with eyes could see they were being set up.
Yet Sister Hong actually wanted to swallow this insult and slowly investigate the truth.
From the moment the second person appeared jumping on the bandwagon claiming to have bought fakes, things had already started to go wrong.
And now, sure enough, a third one had appeared!
What was there to say?
Continuing to endure this was no joke.
However.
Shen Jiuyi's perspective was completely different from Shen Buyao's.
Without waiting for Sister Hong to respond, Shen Jiuyi spoke directly:
"I think Sister Hong is doing the right thing."
Shen Buyao took two steps forward, coming right up to Shen Jiuyi, and shouted at the top of her lungs:
"Of course you think she's right. You think anything that opposes me is right!"
"Should we just eat this humble pie?"
"I think your brain must be fried to say something like that."
Shen Buyao's outburst was completely within Shen Jiuyi's expectations.
The moment Shen Buyao approached, she plugged the ear on the side closest to Yao-Yao.
Only when Shen Buyao finished speaking did Shen Jiuyi remove her finger.
She then continued:
"If the other party stopped here, then Sister Hong's compensation would indeed be eating humble pie."
"But do you think the other party will stop?"
Shen Buyao raised her voice again:
"Of course they won't, so..."
Shen Buyao paused for a moment:
"What exactly do you mean?"
Her linear thought process simply couldn't comprehend what Shen Jiuyi was saying.
Sister Hong laughed heartily and said:
"Ahahaha, no wonder Little Jiu and I can get along so well; she understands my mind perfectly!"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
