"Weiwei, come downstairs after you find your things."
"I'll go downstairs first to chat with Uncle Xia. It wouldn't be good if we stay up here the whole time..."
While closing the door, Lin Yu didn't forget to put on a bit of an act.
He deliberately emphasized that Weiwei was in the room "looking for something"!
Words like these were obviously meant for anyone else listening.
Wang Ran couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.
Did he really have to put on this deliberate performance, knowing full well she could see right through it at a glance?
As expected of a male college student's way of doing things.
So to speak.
When he first arrived at the house, that arrogant, defiant attitude was actually all an act, wasn't it?
Of course, if you're going to put on a show, you have to go all out.
Lin Yu pretended not to notice Wang Ran, closed the door, and prepared to walk forward.
It was only after coming face-to-face with her that he revealed a look of surprise.
"Little Auntie? Why did you come up here?"
"I remember your room is over there, could it be..."
"Heh heh, Little Auntie!"
"Don't tell me you were trying to eavesdrop on what Weiwei and I were doing in the room?"
"So you actually have this kind of fetish!"
Lin Yu lowered his voice as he spoke, stepping right up to Wang Ran.
Relying on his height advantage, he attempted to give her a sense of oppression.
When people are flustered, they often lose their ability to think rationally.
Lin Yu wanted to see a look of panic on Wang Ran's face.
Even if it was just a little bit.
It would make it easier for him to excuse himself and divert attention away from the scene.
It seemed that ever since Lin Yu met Wang Ran.
She had always carried this scheming, calculating demeanor.
No action or words could cause her any substantial harm.
After all, Lin Yu had read countless people and dealt with many women.
How could he be defeated so easily?
What a pity.
This time, he had truly met a formidable opponent!
Wang Ran looked at the beads of sweat hanging on Lin Yu's forehead and his flushed face that had yet to cool down.
Even without hearing the noises from inside the room.
From all the subtle clues, she could still guess exactly what a man and a woman were hiding in a room doing.
It's great to be young.
Having an endless supply of stamina to squander.
The battle had just ended.
Yet now he looked as if nothing had happened.
Sigh.
Back when she chose to be with Xia Zhenfeng, Wang Ran had given up on another way of enjoying life.
There was nothing to regret.
Her satisfaction in material life had already surpassed that of far too many people.
Wang Ran didn't expose Lin Yu directly; instead, she spoke with deep meaning:
"Still trying to keep up this act in front of me?"
"I was young once too, do you think I don't understand your current state?"
"But there's nothing for it, you don't have time to take a shower."
"The new guests have arrived, you two need to hurry downstairs."
"If it were Shanshan coming up to call you, it wouldn't be so easy to bluff your way through."
"Right?"
"Heh heh..."
After saying that, Wang Ran didn't give Lin Yu a chance to retort and turned straight around to leave.
As she left, she deliberately stuck close to the wall and disappeared into the outdoor staircase passage.
Lin Yu felt a sense of relief, yet also a massive headache coming on.
In front of an old fox, you really couldn't hide any secrets.
With Wang Ran pulling this move.
Didn't that mean he now owed her a favor!
The hints in her words just now couldn't have been more obvious.
If it weren't for her, the one coming up would have been Sister Curator.
And now she was going back via the outdoor stairs.
This showed she was covering up the fact that they were in the upstairs bedroom.
This woman...
What exactly was she trying to do?
Was she really this tolerant toward a couple that had offended her?
Or could it be that she wasn't actually a bad person to begin with?
And everything was just because Weiwei treated her as an imaginary enemy?
Lin Yu didn't dwell on it.
Anyway, he wouldn't have much contact with Wang Ran in the future.
Weiwei was incredibly bold, giving Lin Yu a whole new understanding of her today.
For the sake of his own safety.
It would be best to do less of this fake-couple-visiting-home business in the future.
It was far too easy to get firmly tied down with no way to back out!
Marrying young was a massive taboo for the Holy Son of a sect!
Lin Yu turned around, preparing to go back into the room to check on Weiwei first.
Xia Yiwei had actually tidied herself up very quickly.
Before Lin Yu could even open the door to go back in, she slipped out from inside.
"Where is that stupid bitch?"
"I just heard her voice, how did she leave so quickly?"
"Did she make things difficult for you?"
Xia Yiwei looked around for her, speaking fiercely.

close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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!

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.”