He Jing narrowed her eyes slightly, the curve of her lips lifting a little higher.
She naturally understood that Lin Yu was feigning ignorance.
She just hadn’t expected.
This kid would be so bold.
Was he really planning to make a move right here in the shop?
Chen Qimeng’s flower store had very obvious surveillance cameras installed.
What if.
Chen Qimeng discovered that He Jing was seducing their resident college boy?
That would inevitably lead to some complications later.
Young people are so reckless.
His impatient, lustful emotions were completely unconcealed, plastered all over his face.
It wasn’t that Lin Yu was actually in a hurry.
Any one of the girls back at the apartment could outshine He Jing by miles.
This kind of question was exactly the kind of reaction a "naïve college boy" should have.
If he acted too smooth, it wouldn’t fit his current persona.
He Jing shifted her chair, moving as close to the corner as possible to stay out of the camera’s view.
Then.
She grabbed Lin Yu’s hand and guided it into the sudden glimpse of spring scenery…
The "thousand-faced fox" in his grasp did have some assets.
At her age, and already divorced.
Maintaining such a figure was no small feat.
Lin Yu didn’t need to put on any special performance.
All he had to do was tremble slightly, apply a little pressure, and stand there dumbly.
The rest was up to He Jing’s acting skills.
The brief encounter didn’t last long.
He Jing gently removed Lin Yu’s hand.
She then hugged her arms, burying her face against her chest.
As if she had just been taken advantage of by Lin Yu.
A true master of "playing both sides."
She was the one who had harbored wicked thoughts, luring him step by step.
Yet.
When it came time to take a bite, she still pinned the blame on Lin Yu for being "bad."
Lin Yu cooperatively rubbed his hands, still warm from the contact, and grinned foolishly:
"Big sis, you… you send me the address."
"I’ll definitely be there on time tomorrow!"
Though he couldn’t see He Jing’s expression.
Lin Yu knew she was secretly overjoyed.
Planting a sapling in fertile soil—who could understand the joy within?
[Ding!]
[Time-limited mission issued: A sect elder’s cultivation ritual accidentally shattered the water barrier, causing a disaster in the Spirit Spring Dojo’s cave abode. The chief disciple must reseal the spirit spring and restore the water barrier within the time limit to protect the sect’s safety!]
[Time limit: One hour.]
[Reward: 100 sect contribution points, 200 spirit stones, 1 free system store draw.]
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Judging by the system’s description…
Wasn’t this just a damn water leak at home?
Sect elder…
Elder Rui Rui of the Spirit Beast Garden wasn’t home, so it couldn’t be her.
Elder of the Formation Hall, the rebellious disciple?
Elder of the Medicine Hall, the fishnet nurse?
Elder of the Library Pavilion, his little girlfriend?
Elder of the Heavenly Craft Pavilion, the antique-loving sister?
Whose room was flooding?
If the person in question didn’t ask for help, and Lin Yu proactively messaged them, wouldn’t that make him look like a damn prophet?
"If love is forgotten~ tears refuse to fall~"
"Those happy days~ let her reach them for me~"
Just as he hesitated, Lin Yu’s phone rang.
He immediately picked it up—an unsaved number!
Lin Yu answered:
"Hello, who’s this?"
On the other end.
A girl’s frantic voice came through:
"Hello, is this Lin Yu?"
Lin Yu: "Yeah, it’s me. You…"
Before he could finish, the girl spoke in a tearful, anxious rush:
"I’m sorry to bother you, Lin Yu, this is Tang Yimian from our apartment!"
"I just got home, and I thought I’d take a shower…"
"So I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower faucet…"
"I was like, what’s going on today? Did something happen while I was away? Why isn’t the water coming out?"
"So I turned the, the… the knob! Yeah, I turned it all the way!"
"And then—BANG! The pipe burst open, and now it’s just gushing water everywhere—whoosh whoosh whoosh…"
"I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened, can you hear it? The water sounds?"
Lin Yu: "…"
The cursed memories came flooding back.
When the woman said she was Tang Yimian.
Lin Yu hadn’t recognized her at first.
But when she started narrating from "the creation of the universe" all the way to the pipe bursting.
He finally remembered…
The ever-anxious, endlessly apologetic Teacher Tang!
So it was her room that was flooding.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
"Whoosh whoosh!"
"…"
Honest to a fault, Tang Yimian actually held her phone up to the pipe.
So Lin Yu could listen to the water.
What the hell was listening supposed to do?
Who could fix a pipe just by hearing the sound of water?
Lin Yu: "Teacher Tang? Teacher Tang!"
Tang Yimian: "I’m here, I’m here! Lin Yu, can you hear the whooshing?"
Lin Yu: "In your room, there’s an independent shutoff valve. It should be, uh…"
Having not stayed at the apartment for too long.
Lin Yu couldn’t immediately recall where the bedroom’s shutoff valve was.
Tang Yimian’s anxious voice continued through the phone:
"Sister Qimeng told me it’s the white one on top."
"I tried turning it, but I don’t know if I did it wrong…"
"Wuwu, now it just spins freely—360 degrees, 720 degrees, 1080 degrees, nonstop…"
"I’m sorry, I think I broke it!"
Lin Yu: "…"
Even the bedroom valve was spinning like a top?
Seemed like even if it hadn’t broken today, it would’ve given out sooner or later.
"Alright, got it, Teacher Tang. Don’t panic."
"First, pull out all the drain covers in the bathroom to keep the water from spreading."
"I’ll get someone to shut off the main valve, then come fix it for you, okay?"
Lin Yu spoke patiently.
A rustling sound came from the other end—likely Tang Yimian following his instructions:
"Okay, I’ll do that right now. Anything else?"
"Some water’s already leaked into the room, oh no…"
"I’m sorry, I should’ve asked for help sooner. I tried fixing it myself but made it worse."
Lin Yu quickly added:
"Don’t worry, wait for me. I’ll be home soon."
"The water will stop in two minutes. You don’t need to stress."
Once Tang Yimian said "okay," Lin Yu hung up.
If he let her keep talking, who knew how many more apologies would spill out.
After ending the call.
Lin Yu immediately contacted Little Chi to shut off the main valve.
She lived on the first floor, closest to the control panel.
Then.
He turned back to He Jing in the shop.
He Jing could tell Lin Yu had an emergency.
She played the understanding, mature woman:
"Handsome, go take care of your business. Just don’t forget our date tomorrow."
After all, He Jing had already achieved her goal for today.
Lin Yu sticking around longer.
Would just mean more flirty talk and teasing.
Verbal fun paled in comparison to tomorrow’s promised "passion."
She even offered to drive Lin Yu back.
But he politely declined, citing the need to watch the shop.
Letting an "outsider" into his territory?
The thought alone made him uncomfortable.
Once in the taxi.
Auntie Qimeng’s call came through.
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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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esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
