Help My Sister Out, Willing Hearts Apply

Lin Yu walked into the bathroom.

He took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Mo Shangying.

"Lin Yu: Good disciple, got a moment? Help me check He Jing and Yi Haizhou’s chat records from yesterday and today—WeChat, texts, call logs, everything."

"Lin Yu: Any form of communication between them, I need to know."

"Lin Yu: Please, this is really important to me!"

Know thy enemy, know thyself—victory is assured.

From the moment he stepped in, He Jing’s demeanor and the sudden change in the sect’s urgent mission made it clear.

She was targeting Lin Yu.

Understanding their private conversations and what He Jing was hiding would give him the upper hand.

After all, he’d just helped Shangying with a huge favor yesterday.

Asking for a small assist now was only fair.

Sure enough.

Less than a minute later…

"Mo Shangying: Hehehe, leave it to me. I’ll send everything to you in a bit."

…

After washing his hands, Lin Yu moved to the inner table to help sort wrapping paper.

Weird.

Normally, the shop had plenty of unused chairs lying around.

Today, though, they were all occupied by drying flowers.

And of course, the only available seat was right there—just one.

What a scheming, thousand-faced vixen!

"Here, handsome, you take the seat."

"I’ve been sitting all morning—good to stretch my legs."

He Jing’s tone was perfectly natural.

But if a woman’s politeness was taken at face value, you were in for trouble.

"With you here, how could I possibly sit?"

"You take it, sis. I’ll stand."

Lin Yu put on his most resolute "I’d rather die than sit" expression.

As expected.

He Jing’s courtesy was just for show.

She’d probably anticipated his refusal—this chair was meant for her all along.

As for her real motive…

"Alright, such a gentleman."

"I’ll sit first, then switch with you in ten."

"The wrapping paper’s a mess over here."

"Stand beside me—we’ll sort it together."

Only after Lin Yu stepped closer did he realize He Jing’s true intention.

Her loose-collared black blouse, deliberately leaning forward, offered an unobstructed view of her ample assets.

What young man could resist a glimpse of summer snow?

Damn this venomous woman!

Playing this game?

Trying to make a young racer speed on the spot?

He Jing’s so-called "work" involved sorting mixed-color floral paper.

Lin Yu strongly suspected she’d jumbled them up herself.

Wasn’t this stuff supposed to come pre-sorted by color?

No task? Just inventing one, huh?

But the real danger was yet to come.

A mere peek wasn’t enough for her.

While reaching for paper, He Jing "accidentally" brushed against Lin Yu.

The gentle nudge of her elbow sent a jolt through him.

She pretended not to notice.

Her hand lingered, trembling slightly as she fumbled with the sheets—back and forth, over and over.

When Lin Yu shifted back, she only amplified the motion.

He wanted to grab her collar, slap her, and ask if she had Parkinson’s.

If you’re gonna tease, just tease.

Why the hell tremble like that?

Lin Yu had met plenty like He Jing in his past life.

At thirty-something, these little games wouldn’t faze him.

But as a twenty-year-old, full of youthful fire—

With an 8% boost to all stats, 30% to touch, and 150% to vision…

Even a tiny spark could set his icy restraint ablaze.

One move from He Jing.

And the "crunchy ice" switch flipped on.

He Jing: "!!!"

The sudden development genuinely startled her.

She’d tested this subtle routine on plenty of men in private settings.

Never had she seen such an… explosive reaction.

So fast. So intense.

It defied all her expectations.

Who knew something so impressive could be hidden beneath that exterior?

Young men really were… far more eager than middle-aged ones.

"Hehe, little gentleman, you sure know how to live."

"Carrying a flashlight in broad daylight?"

Her light, mocking laugh didn’t hide her amusement as she kept chatting casually.

Fine.

If she wanted to play dirty, he could play dirtier.

Lin Yu feigned embarrassment, scratching his head:

"Sorry, sis."

"I didn’t mean to offend you, it’s just… you…"

"Your figure… it’s incredible."

The words made He Jing giggle like a shaken blossom:

"Ohohoho…"

"So you want to offend me now?"

"What a little rogue—I never would’ve guessed."

"But… your mouth is sweet."

"Ever had a girlfriend?"

Lin Yu shook his head, stealing a glance at her before looking away:

"No… never."

The psychology of conquest between men and women wasn’t so different.

Men loved seeing women bow to their wealth or charm.

Women reveled in men undone by their allure.

And the deeper truth was…

The younger the person you can impress, the greater your own ability and charm.

He Jing wasn’t surprised by Lin Yu’s response.

A guy who’s been through the grind in the bedroom is rarely in top form—eight out of ten days, he’s running on fumes.

How could there be such a rapid blood flow response?

"Sister likes honest handsome boys, but she prefers men who take things seriously."

"Little cutie, you’re on summer break, right? Are you free tomorrow afternoon?"

"Sister just finished renovating a new place and needs some help cleaning up."

"If it’s convenient, could you lend a hand?"

"Sister will reward you, okay?"

As she spoke,

He Jing pulled out a key and pressed it into Lin Yu’s palm.

Her eyes deliberately lingered on the popsicle in his hand, flashing him a sultry smile.

That "you-know-what-I-mean" look wasn’t even a hint—it was a full-blown announcement.

With the key already in his hand, who cared about being free or not?

The so-called "just renovated" apartment He Jing mentioned

was one Lin Yu had seen in the documents Mo Shangying sent him yesterday.

It was a high-end new home she’d secretly put a down payment on after getting involved with Yi Haizhou.

As for the source of the money? Naturally, she’d sucked Yi Haizhou dry.

Yi Haizhou likely had no clue about the purchase.

Poor Boss Yi.

While he was scrambling to plug financial holes,

his mistress was quietly building her own golden nest.

And now, she was even trying to seduce a fresh-faced young man.

Heaven’s vengeance is slow but sure; self-inflicted wounds never heal.

Let the fox lady drown in her own schemes.

Lin Yu pocketed the key and asked in a hesitant tone:

"Of course I’ll help you, sister."

"But… what exactly is this ‘reward’ you mentioned?"