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?"
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!"
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.
