Fifteen minutes later.
Six bottles of red wine were placed on the table.
Two bottles were placed in front of each person.
Since Lin Yu had already put it that way, Lei Siren couldn't just sit there and do nothing.
He had no choice but to follow his words and add a few more bottles of red wine.
Lin Yu was actually a bit curious about Lei Siren's true financial strength.
He was supposed to be a rich second-generation heir, yet he only brought two bottles of wine when going out.
The other four bottles on the table were temporarily bought from the restaurant.
Lei Siren even put on a show of going out to "select" them.
Anyone with a little common sense would know.
Red wine from a restaurant?
It would be a blessing if it didn't make people sick!
As for the taste, it could be completely ignored.
Lei Siren's actions actually made Lin Yu strongly doubt the red wine he originally brought.
Could it be that he just bought two random bottles online to make up the numbers?
If that was really the case, they might as well drink the restaurant's wine!
It seemed that not all rich second-generation heirs lived a prosperous life.
Occasionally.
There were still a very few who dreamed of marrying into a wealthy family as a live-in son-in-law every day.
Lei Siren's performance made Lin Yu re-evaluate the financial power of Weiwei's family.
Just how rich was her family to make Lei Siren suck up to them like this?
Opposite him.
Watching Lin Yu's various maneuvers, Lei Siren felt extremely uncomfortable.
He had caused too much trouble recently, and his family had cut off most of his credit cards.
He even had to borrow money from his cousin to treat them to this meal.
Unexpectedly.
The money he brought was completely insufficient, and now he needed to call for help again.
Otherwise, when it was time to pay the bill, he would lose face big time.
The reason he was in such a hurry to win over Xia Yiwei.
Was because he received instructions from his family that Old Man Xia seemed to be making a big move recently.
He might be getting married to his young girlfriend!
Once this happened, the portion of the property that exclusively belonged to Xia Yiwei might be handed over to her earlier.
Old Man Xia was a shrewd man.
How could he let his property fall into the hands of a young little wife?
Distributing it to his two daughters in advance was definitely something he would do.
Therefore, Lei Siren anxiously hurried over.
Otherwise.
He would probably be hanging out at some high-end party right now, surrounded by beautiful women.
Why would he come to suffer in front of Xia Yiwei?
If Old Man Xia's property was distributed to Xia Yiwei, wouldn't that be equivalent to Lei Siren's personal backup treasury?
At the very least, he had to secure his position before Xia Yiwei realized what was going on.
To avoid any unnecessary threats later on.
Lei Siren never expected that Xia Yiwei would actually have a boyfriend by her side now.
And a boyfriend of this caliber!
Compared to himself, the gap was simply too big!
Shouldn't Xia Yiwei at least have some taste?
She needed to know what was beautiful and what was ugly!
In fact.
Lei Siren had never had any true feelings for Xia Yiwei.
It was an indisputable fact that the two had known each other for a long time.
But before Old Man Xia personally said that Lei Siren would definitely be a good son-in-law in the future.
Lei Siren had never entertained such thoughts.
He didn't even feel that he had any close relationship with Xia Yiwei.
However, once certain ideas were planted in one's head, it was easy to overthink.
And the more he thought about it.
The more it seemed like it was actually meant to be.
Moreover, Lei Siren was a man who never gaslit himself or engaged in excessive internal friction.
As long as he saw a glimmer of hope to shirk responsibility, he could find a suitable excuse for himself.
During the conversation at the dinner table.
Lei Siren's mind was clearly not on the chat at all.
He was probably busy plotting how to watch Lin Yu make a fool of himself later.
Therefore.
Even when faced with Lin Yu's teasing at the table.
Lei Siren remained extremely rational and didn't take the bait at all.
Instantly.
It made Lin Yu feel like he was punching cotton.
But it didn't matter.
Lin Yu didn't take it to heart.
Lei Siren wasn't the only one looking forward to the end of the meal.
Wasn't Lin Yu anticipating it as well?
Regardless of what Lei Siren was plotting, Lin Yu and Xia Yiwei didn't care at all.
Anyway, someone else was treating them to food and drinks.
With such a lavish reception, why bother caring whether others were happy or not?
Eating and drinking well themselves was the most important thing.
...
At half past one in the afternoon.
Lin Yu led Xia Yiwei out of the restaurant, fully satisfied. They didn't head to the parking lot but walked straight toward the main street.
Lei Siren followed anxiously behind them.
Seeing their direction, he immediately hurried over and said,
"Weiwei, Lin Yu, let me give you a ride back."
"My car is in the parking lot, it's very close!"
"Why don't we head over there together?"
The people Lei Siren had hired were waiting in the parking lot.
If Lin Yu and Xia Yiwei left from somewhere else and didn't go to the parking lot at all.
Wouldn't such a great opportunity today be wasted?
No matter what, he had to bring the two of them over.
He had to make Weiwei see Lin Yu's cowardly side with her own eyes.
When that time came.
He would step forward at the right moment, which was absolutely the best plan!
Little did he know.
This operation was a wrong decision from the very beginning.
"Lin Yu, what should we do?"
Xia Yiwei looked at Lin Yu, waiting for his answer.
Even though the dinner was over.
Xia Yiwei still had to fully maintain Lin Yu's persona.
If Lin Yu didn't speak up, she absolutely couldn't make any decisions.
"Didn't Young Master Lei drink as well?"
"What ride? If he drives now, wouldn't that be breaking the law?"
"We can't be that kind of people. Young Master Lei, you aren't that kind of person either, right?"
Lei Siren: "..."
Lei Siren hadn't anticipated this argument at all.
It was true!
If he had known, he wouldn't have drunk any wine.
Why did he have to show off for no reason!
Think, think fast...
"It's fine, I'm not the one driving!"
After thinking for a long time, Lei Siren couldn't come up with a good excuse.
He had no choice but to stop them first and figure it out step by step.
Unexpectedly.
"Young Master Lei, you're not the one driving?"
"That's great! Weiwei, let's hitch a ride!"
Lin Yu pointed directly at the parking lot, without probing any further.
Lei Siren: "???"
That worked too?
So he didn't even need a reason to explain!
Lin Yu's brain really wasn't working well. To think he didn't have the slightest guard up at this point.
When out and about, one should really be more vigilant. Trusting others too much was never a good thing.
In the end, the only one who got hurt would be oneself.
Regardless.
At least things were continuing to develop according to his plan, and that was the best result.
Lin Yu and Xia Yiwei walked happily in front.
The two didn't treat this as a crisis at all, but instead had a playful attitude.
Lin Yu smiled and teased,
"Take a guess, is the number of people coming odd or even?"
"If you guess right, I guarantee there's a reward for you!"

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.”

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?!

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!

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.