Seeing Huang Feirong's awkward expression, Lin Yu could guess what was going on.
The contents of that WeChat message had to be about him.
Lin Yu ventured a guess and said,
"Your cousin doesn't have my WeChat, does she?"
"It's fine. If she's asking for my WeChat, you can just forward my contact card to her."
Huang Feirong immediately flashed an OK sign.
This proved that Lin Yu's guess was absolutely right!
Soon enough,
a friend request from Huang Feiya popped up on Lin Yu's WeChat.
After he accepted it, a message immediately followed.
Huang Feiya: Boss Lin, what time are we gathering tomorrow? Are we going to where you live?
Sister Hong had chatted with Huang Feiya about Lin Yu, but they probably hadn't touched on private details like his address.
Lin Yu didn't find Huang Feiya's question strange.
Even if Huang Feiya had used some shady methods to find out,
at this stage,
she still had to pretend she didn't know where he lived.
Lin Yu didn't hesitate.
He simply typed a reply.
Lin Yu: Yes, around eleven o'clock. I'll send you the address later.
Lin Yu wasn't in a rush to send his address.
After all, Huang Feiya was an unpredictable factor he had only just met.
For her to casually announce in front of several girls that she wanted to pursue him...
If he sent the address now, there was no telling if she would show up there even before he did!
To keep his life relatively peaceful, Lin Yu held off for the time being.
Buzz!
A moment later,
his phone vibrated again.
Huang Feiya: Tonight?
Lin Yu: ...
Wow, okay.
Doing this on purpose, huh?
Huang Feiya definitely figured that after she left the lounge, Shen Buyao and Huang Feirong would surely gossip about her.
Whatever she had said in private would inevitably be repeated to Lin Yu.
Therefore,
knowing this full well,
she was still deliberately flirting with him over text, making it hard not to suspect her intentions!
Since Huang Feiya felt she held the upper hand and the initiative when it came to teasing,
Lin Yu saw absolutely no need to disrupt the current dynamic.
Lin Yu: Uh, it's better not to make such jokes.
Huang Feiya: Understood, hehe!
...
Time ticked by until late into the night.
The auction finally came to a close.
No unexpected drama occurred during the event, which actually disappointed quite a few people.
Because there hadn't been any major lots up for grabs tonight to begin with.
Everyone's sole purpose for coming was purely to watch a good show.
In the end, with no drama to unfold, it inevitably sparked a lively wave of chatter as everyone made their exit.
After the event ended, the two aunties were particularly sensible and left first.
They knew young people would have more to talk about among themselves.
Tonight,
it seemed like quite a bit had happened.
Both aunties had plenty of life experience.
Naturally, they could tell the group still had things they wanted to discuss in private.
When it was time to bow out early, they didn't hesitate.
Lin Yu wasn't in a hurry to head home, and instead returned to Wubao Pavilion with the group.
Huang Feirong, whose grounding had just ended, was especially impatient to leave the auction house.
Once the group arrived at Wubao Pavilion,
Huang Feirong completely opened her chatterbox.
She meticulously recounted the entire incident of Huang Daoqi and Huang Feiya's sudden visit to apologize, from beginning to end.
Whenever she got to a part where Huang Feiya spoke, Huang Feirong would even put on airs and mimic her tone.
Truth be told,
her imitation was spot on.
Especially the demeanor with which she spoke; without careful observation, it would have been impossible to mimic so perfectly.
Although Huang Feirong added a lot of details this time,
she didn't provide any new intel.
Gradually,
Lin Yu became increasingly convinced that Huang Feiya was the one pulling the strings behind the scenes.
All the recent actions had been orchestrated by her.
Her only flaw
might have been the movement of funds under her name.
Perhaps she simply never expected that someone would use underhanded methods to investigate her.
Whether out of overconfidence or a lack of trust in others, she had chosen to handle it herself.
Among the people present at Wubao Pavilion, aside from Lin Yu, Shen Jiuyi was the most likely to figure out the truth.
But her mind clearly wasn't in the room today.
While everyone was chatting, she would occasionally space out and stare out the window.
Judging by her distracted look, she was probably silently pondering something.
On the contrary, Antique Sister listened very attentively the entire time.
When the story was over, she didn't forget to interrogate Lin Yu:
"Damn Lin Yu, what exactly is your plan?"
"That Huang Feiya obviously has bad intentions!"
"She points out a path, and you're just going to follow it?"
"Aren't you afraid of walking right into a trap?"
Back in the lounge, Shen Buyao had really wanted to ask Lin Yu the same thing.
She had just held back at the time, not wanting to relentlessly grill one of their own in front of outsiders.
Before arriving at Wubao Pavilion,
Lin Yu had fully anticipated this scene.
If the girls hadn't pressed him with questions, that would have been truly strange.
As for how to answer them, Lin Yu had already mentally prepared himself.
"Yaoyao, this matter isn't as complicated as you think."
"If I can't help Sister Hong find the real culprit behind the scenes, then what else can I do?"
"I honestly decided to pay her a visit with the intention of bringing out my own collection to help Sister Hong restore her popularity."
"It was just a coincidence that Huang Feiya and I had the same idea. Even if she hadn't brought it up, I would have mentioned it."
"To be honest, when Huang Feiya beat me to the punch, it really startled me."
"I don't know if I'm just imagining things..."
"But I keep feeling like Huang Feiya is specifically targeting me!"
Shen Buyao firmly believed Lin Yu's explanation without a second thought.
Instead, she shifted the topic to Huang Feiya's character.
"You only just noticed?"
"She only met you once, and she already told us she wants to go after you!"
Shen Jiuyi chimed in,
"Her motives are impure. You need to be careful when interacting with her."
Huang Feirong followed up with some teasing to add fuel to the fire:
"Don't be such buzzkills, you guys. Don't tell me Dayu has already fallen for her?"
"Facing so many women every day, yet he can still rise to the occasion for someone else."
"Just look at that stamina!"
Lin Yu: ...
Rise to the occasion?!
Only the queen of dirty jokes could come up with a line like that.
Since Huang Feirong put it that way,
Lin Yu had to play along.
He then responded with an odd tone:
"Rongrong, I find that what you said makes perfect sense!"
"I already have you girls, so why would I need to look for anyone else?"
"I have absolutely no desire to taste the bitterness of romance out in the wild!"
"If I'm going to taste anything, I'll taste it right here at home!"
This self-righteous speech left all three girls stunned for a few seconds.
Huang Feirong: Hahaha, Dayu, I'd expect nothing less from you!
Shen Buyao curled her lips and stared at Lin Yu: You're pretty arrogant, aren't you.
Shen Jiuyi lowered her head in silence: ...
Three girls heard the exact same words from Lin Yu,
yet their reactions were completely different!
Right at this moment,
Lin Yu's WeChat chimed with another notification...
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker 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!
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.
