Of course.
Lin Yu didn’t completely believe Du Ruxue, either.
What if this was some strange prank of hers—deliberately feeding him false information?
So—
To verify it,
Lin Yu rapidly typed a string of commands into the computer…
A moment later,
the location of the phone number he was currently speaking with appeared on the computer screen.
Lin Yu: “…”
Du Ruxue hadn’t lied.
Nurse Sister really was at home!
Had she not come back even once since last time?
Hiss!
This was a very bad sign!
“Weiwei, are you really planning to fob me off like this?”
Lin Yu’s tone turned stern as he directly confronted Xia Yiwei.
Even someone as scatterbrained as Xia Yiwei could sense the anger in Lin Yu’s voice.
Daring not to hide anything, Xia Yiwei hurriedly changed her answer.
“Little Master, don’t be angry…”
“I’ll tell you, okay?”
“Actually, I’m still at home. I haven’t left.”
“I’m currently locked in a standoff with my dad!”
Hearing Xia Yiwei use the phrase “locked in a standoff,” Lin Yu relaxed slightly.
At least it didn’t sound like the situation had completely blown up.
His life was safe for the time being, too.
“A standoff? What do you mean?”
Lin Yu quickly pressed her for an explanation.
Xia Yiwei paused for several seconds before slowly explaining…
Lin Yu listened with utmost attention, not daring to miss a single important detail.
It turned out that ever since Lin Yu had left last time,
Xia Yiwei’s father, Xia Zhenfeng, had been eagerly urging Weiwei to settle on a “wedding date.”
After learning that Lin Yu lived with his aunt and had neither parent with him,
Xia Zhenfeng had even proposed paying them a visit the very next day.
No matter how Xia Yiwei tried to stop him, it was useless.
He had even said that marriage was something the parents and elders on both sides were supposed to arrange.
Weiwei only needed to leave everything to him, her father.
She could go and do whatever she wanted.
As things began developing in that direction, Weiwei was scared out of her wits.
If she did nothing at all,
her father would inevitably show up at the apartment the next day.
At the critical moment,
Weiwei had at least shown some loyalty and directly revealed the truth about their being a “fake couple.”
She said that she had asked Lin Yu to come to her home only to get rid of Lei Siren,
and that they had deliberately put on an act in front of everyone.
Her young stepmother had even stepped forward to testify on her behalf,
saying that she had seen through it long ago but hadn’t had the heart to expose them.
That was the whole story.
That was the situation.
The moment Xia Zhenfeng learned the truth, he had immediately wanted to rush into the city
and have it out with Lin Yu.
Weiwei had cried, thrown a tantrum, threatened to hang herself, and even used a hunger strike as leverage.
Only then had Lin Yu managed to avoid meeting Xia Zhenfeng.
After hearing the entire story, Lin Yu felt as if his head had grown twice as big.
What a miscarriage of justice!
He was so innocent!
The matter had originally had nothing to do with him.
He had merely been helping out.
But now, somehow,
it seemed as though he were the one causing trouble and making things difficult for them.
Leaving aside how dramatic the whole process had been,
fortunately,
Nurse Sister had kept her promise.
Even though something had gone wrong, it hadn’t caused any real impact on Lin Yu’s life.
He and Nurse Sister had even developed a physical relationship.
No wonder.
No wonder Aunt Ruxue had that look on her face when she mentioned Nurse Sister.
She must have learned the whole story.
She also knew that Lin Yu had pretended to be Weiwei’s boyfriend to help her out.
She should be feeling relieved now.
Thank goodness Weiwei had told her dad the truth.
If Aunt Ruxue had instead heard that they were “getting married,”
wouldn’t that have been even more disastrous?
“Ugh, so?”
“Weiwei, what are you planning to do next?”
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ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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