I Might Have to Cuckold Long Aotian

"Here I am!"

As he spoke, he flicked his hair.

"Yeah!"

The reply came with an equally defiant hair toss.

With a light chuckle, he stepped out of the darkness, his lips curled into a supremely confident smile.

Xue Shaohua sighed at the sight of that self-assured grin—once again, he had fallen short.

When it came to sheer swagger, he just couldn’t surpass him.

Noticing the gloom in Xue Shaohua’s eyes, Ye Liangchen’s smirk deepened. Trying to out-cool him? Still a bit green. He stepped forward and gave Xue Shaohua’s shoulder a light pat. "Did you find it?"

"Yeah, it’s all in the phone." Xue Shaohua’s expression shifted to confusion. "Though I don’t get why you need this. I could’ve just sent it to you. Why go through the hassle of meeting in person?"

Ye Liangchen chuckled softly and flicked his bangs. "Don’t you think this is way cooler?"

Truth be told, Ye Liangchen was in high spirits today. He’d just charmed a stunning beauty—gorgeous looks, killer figure, and an aura to match. Life was good.

Xue Shaohua rolled his eyes. His mood wasn’t nearly as bright. The sting of Hu Yuying’s rejection still echoed in his ears.

Being turned down wasn’t the issue—he thrived on a challenge. But what really stung was Hu Yuying publicly declaring that he couldn’t measure up to Long Aotian... That hurt.

"Here."

He handed his phone to Ye Liangchen.

Just as Ye Liangchen reached for it, Xue Shaohua pulled it back. "You remember what you promised me, right?"

Ye Liangchen smirked, flicked his hair again, and snapped his fingers. "Of course. But judging by your face, something’s up."

"Don’t tell me—let me guess."

"You went after Hu Yuying, didn’t you? And got shot down?"

Xue Shaohua’s darkening expression confirmed it.

For Ye Liangchen, figuring this out was child’s play. He knew Xue Shaohua inside out—a prideful soul, much like his former self.

Him chasing Hu Yuying? Predictable.

Her actually accepting him? Now that would’ve been a shock.

"I told you before—Hu Yuying’s the type who sticks to her choices. Once she picks someone, she doesn’t waver."

"If I hadn’t messed up, she would’ve been mine to begin with."

A shadow crossed Ye Liangchen’s eyes. If only he hadn’t been stuck in the bathroom that day, maybe he could’ve stopped Long Aotian from stealing Hu Yuying away...

Tilting his head at a dramatic 45-degree angle, he took a deep breath. "I said I’d take back what’s rightfully mine—personally. You’re rushing things."

"How can I not rush?" Xue Shaohua burst out. "Hu Yuying—everything about her, every move, every smile—it’s all I can think about..."

Ye Liangchen patted his shoulder. "Alright, I get it. But trust me on this. I will reclaim what’s mine, and that includes Hu Yuying."

It was clear—Hu Yuying had become Xue Shaohua’s white moonlight. And the devastation of an unattainable ideal? Ye Liangchen knew that pain all too well.

Xue Shaohua handed over the phone. "You were right. Hu Yuying has been keeping records. These are photos I took when she left for the restroom."

Ye Liangchen’s grin widened. Of course he knew—he was a reincarnator, armed with foresight no one else had!

He opened the phone and skimmed through.

[Color Coordination: Use monochromatic schemes, e.g., pairing dark gray with light gray for a harmonious, unified aesthetic...]

[Style Syncing: Maintain consistency between top and bottom garments, such as... such as... such as...]

His brow furrowed deeper with each line. "Huh. Pretty dense stuff."

With a self-deprecating laugh, he kept reading.

[Layering Techniques: ...]

[Style Examples: ...]

Ye Liangchen sucked in a sharp breath. "You’re sure this is what Hu Yuying’s been writing lately?"

"Absolutely. No reason to lie about this."

Ye Liangchen nodded. He believed Xue Shaohua—no motive to deceive him here. So this was Hu Yuying’s own handwriting.

It felt familiar, yet something about it was... off.

But if it rang a bell, maybe he’d glimpsed her notes in his past life. Complex, sure, but nothing he couldn’t crack with time. After all, only something this intricate could’ve propelled Hu Yuying to business stardom.

He transferred the files to his own phone.

He’d study them later. With two lifetimes of experience, mastery was just a matter of time.

"Good work. This is exactly what I need. Whatever else Hu Yuying writes—send it to me immediately."

"No problem." Xue Shaohua still didn’t see the point, but if Ye Liangchen wanted it, so be it.

Once the files were saved, Ye Liangchen flicked his hair, radiating confidence.

Xue Shaohua mirrored the hair toss, hands in pockets. "Why do you seem extra hyped today?"

Ye Liangchen glanced at him through his bangs, then flicked his hair again. "Want to know? Fine, I’ll tell you."

"I might just give Long Aotian a shiny new green hat."

Xue Shaohua’s eyes bulged. He never expected Ye Liangchen to dare provoke Long Aotian—let alone cuckold him!

"Don’t look so shocked. In a battle of looks, I’ve never lost. Put me and Long Aotian on the same starting line, and he wouldn’t even compare to a single strand of my hair."

"So... what’d you do?"

Ye Liangchen’s smile was cool and effortless. "Nothing much. Just swooped in when Long Aotian tried playing hard-to-get with some girl. Ended up flustering her so bad she could barely look at me."

"He thinks he’s so smooth? So irresistible? Well, I’ll prove that any woman he wants, I can snatch with a snap of my fingers."

A dark glint flashed in Ye Liangchen’s eyes as a plan took shape.

Not only would Long Aotian get a taste of his own medicine, but Ye Liangchen would use incriminating photos to make Hu Yuying, Li Qingxue, and Lin Wanning despise him.

Then, he’d sweep in and claim them, one by one.

And once they were his? Oh, they’d beg for his forgiveness. A "chase-him-through-hell" arc was mandatory—otherwise, all the humiliation he’d endured would’ve been for nothing.

"Don't blame me for being ruthless—after all, this is what you owe me!"