The photos given to Fang Xinran were just a small fraction of the whole.
Lin Yu kept the more sensitive content, the stuff that couldn't be exposed, safely stashed away for his own private collection.
He wasn't about to make a rookie mistake like getting his computer repaired.
Under his care, the photos were absolutely safe.
A short while later.
Tang Yimian hurried over through the crowd, carrying several small bags in her hands.
"Xinran, they're out of steamed buns. There's only tea eggs and millet porridge left."
"I'm sorry, I was afraid we'd run out of time, so I didn't go any further."
"Just eat a little for now, and see if they sell boxed lunches on the train, okay?"
"Ugh, I really should have bought something in advance before coming here. I didn't expect there to be only one breakfast place left open at the train station."
"Look at me, today I really..."
Fang Xinran quickly pressed her hands on Tang Yimian's shoulders, stopping her from continuing her lengthy apology.
If no one stopped her, who knew how long Tang Yimian would keep apologizing.
"It's alright, Sister Yimian."
"You've helped me so much all this time, you've almost spoiled me."
"I'm not a very sociable person, so I'm truly grateful to have had you here in Pingchuan."
Tang Yimian looked at Fang Xinran's reddening eyes and froze in place.
Her emotions welled up even faster than Fang Xinran's, and tears immediately began to fall.
Weren't Fang Xinran's words exactly what Tang Yimian wanted to say, too?
Because of their personalities, the two of them had tasted a lot of bitterness in the workplace.
Having each other's companionship was the only thing that made their time at work much easier to bear.
And today, all of that was coming to an end.
In their hearts, the two women felt much worse than Lin Yu did.
Tang Yimian's emotional outburst was much more intense than Fang Xinran's.
She threw her arms around Fang Xinran, buried her face in her embrace, and broke down crying.
Was Fang Xinran the only one who had been holding it in the whole way?
Tang Yimian had also been enduring the pain of parting.
Now, she completely lost control and stopped suppressing her tears.
This time, it was Lin Yu's turn to tactfully step aside.
Leaving the scene to the two girls who needed to communicate more.
The two girls crying in each other's arms at the moment of parting didn't need Lin Yu's comfort.
Instead, he took Fang Xinran's ID card and went to the ticket window to collect her ticket.
"Spinning a few rounds~ becoming our~ deep fingerprints..."
While he was lining up to get the ticket, his phone rang.
Lin Yu thought it might be Shen Jiuyi calling after waking up.
But when he looked at his phone.
It was actually the nurse sister, Xia Yiwei!
Lin Yu: "..."
After the incident in the underground parking garage yesterday, Lin Yu still felt uneasy.
Meddling in the Xia family's affairs had been a bit too impulsive.
Although he had anticipated that he would have deeper contact with the Xia family later on.
He didn't expect.
That this day would come so quickly.
It seemed that after the two Xia sisters went back yesterday afternoon, they must have discussed a lot of things with their old father.
Lin Yu could only hope that this phone call was just to chat, not to ask for help.
With an anxious heart, Lin Yu answered the call.
Before Lin Yu could speak, Xia Yiwei's winding, affected voice came through the phone:
"Hello, Little Master~"
"You finally answered the phone!"
"Could it be that you played too late last night and still haven't gotten out of bed?"
"Should I come to your room to play with you?"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Xia Yiwei's opening words immediately scared a cold sweat out of Lin Yu.
Go to his room right now?
That would ruin everything!
Shen Jiuyi should still be in the room, and whether she was wearing clothes right now was a question.
If Xia Yiwei really saw her, it would be a massive crisis!
Lin Yu didn't dare to show too much nervousness, trying to speak in a calm tone:
"Are you at the door to my room? Unfortunately, I can't open the door for you this time."
"Senior Tang and I came to the train station. Senior Fang resigned and is heading south today."
"Her train is at twelve, so the two of us came together to see her off."
Lin Yu spoke quickly to prevent Xia Yiwei from knocking and going in.
Although Shen Jiuyi was very calm, who knew if her brain would cramp up and she'd mindlessly open the door.
"Oh, so that's how it is. Then should I just go straight to the train station to find you?"
"Anyway, my current location isn't far from the train station."
Hearing these words.
Lin Yu secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness.
The fact that she wasn't at his bedroom door was already a huge blessing.
Otherwise, it really would be Lin Yu's turn to panic right now.
"Weiwei, if you have something to say, just say it over the phone."
"Senior Fang is Senior Tang's best friend in Pingchuan. She's leaving today, so just imagine how Senior Tang is feeling."
"If I were to leave her here alone and slip away, who knows where Senior Tang would run off to?"
"What if she goes out to get drunk? Wouldn't that be dangerous?"
Xia Yiwei responded over the phone, saying:
"Alright, alright, you're so thoughtful, okay?"
"It's not my first day knowing Yimian. How could she possibly go out and get drunk!"
What Xia Yiwei said wasn't wrong. The old Tang Yimian really wouldn't be the type to go out and get drunk.
But recently, she had shown signs of doing just that!
Last time, Lin Yu even had to pick her up in her bedroom.
So how could Lin Yu possibly feel at ease leaving Tang Yimian alone?
Moreover.
Whatever Xia Yiwei wanted to talk about didn't sound like a good thing.
If things went wrong.
It could bring a lot of trouble!
On the other end of the line, Xia Yiwei didn't continue to force Lin Yu to meet up.
Instead, she spoke in a tactful tone and voiced her request...

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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.”

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.

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