Xu Mu looked at Zhao Yingying’s nervous expression and asked with a smile, "You’d do anything?"
"Mm."
Zhao Yingying clenched her fists, her entire body trembling.
She was a college student—she knew how the world worked.
No one helped others without reason. The moment she messaged Xu Mu, she had already prepared for the worst.
"I want you... to master controlled nuclear fusion and serve the country. Can you do that?" Xu Mu asked, staring at her.
"Huh?"
Zhao Yingying froze on the spot.
But thanks to his words, she relaxed slightly. "Brother Mu, you’re really joking."
"I don’t need you to do anything. Like I said, I helped you because I think you’re a good person."
Xu Mu patted Zhao Yingying’s head. "Just pay me back when you can."
[Affection Points +30]
"Brother Mu, I’d feel guilty if I didn’t do something in return. Let me help you somehow," Zhao Yingying said, her eyes reddening.
"What can you do for me?" Xu Mu asked.
"I... I can..."
Zhao Yingying took a deep breath. She realized that someone like her had nothing to offer Xu Mu except her own body.
Xu Mu pulled Zhao Yingying aside to a secluded spot. "Do you think I helped you because I want you?"
Zhao Yingying paused, then nodded faintly.
She truly couldn’t think of any other reason Xu Mu would help her.
"Yingying, you’re underestimating me," Xu Mu said calmly. "If I wanted a woman like you, I wouldn’t need to spend 150,000."
Zhao Yingying stiffened at his words.
He was right. She didn’t know Xu Mu’s background, but he was clearly wealthy.
With a snap of his fingers, plenty of women would flock to him.
Besides, she wasn’t anything extraordinary.
If she were a celebrity or came from a wealthy family, she wouldn’t even care about 150,000.
"Brother Mu, I’m sorry. I was being vulgar."
Zhao Yingying was full of remorse.
[Affection Points +20]
"Go see your mom now. I have things to do, so I’ll head off first."
Xu Mu waved at Zhao Yingying and walked away.
This time, he’d earned another 800-900 justice points—not a wasted trip.
Combined with his previous stash, he could do another 10-draw.
Xu Mu checked the time. It was already noon, so he decided to return to the company and have lunch with Meng Wanyue.
Then he’d message Ye Tong in advance, telling her to get ready for their visit to the Xu family estate that evening.
Just as Xu Mu was about to drive back, his phone buzzed.
He glanced at the screen—it was Feng Yue calling.
A cold smirk tugged at Xu Mu’s lips. Last night’s recording made it clear—Lin Yang had admitted that Feng Yue worked for him.
Her previous invitation had definitely been a trap.
But Xu Mu hadn’t taken the bait.
Now, she was probably trying again.
Xu Mu answered, curious about her next move.
"Xu Shao, are you free for lunch? I know you’re busy, so I didn’t dare disturb you at night," Feng Yue’s voice came through, still dripping with allure. "I’ll be waiting at the bar."
"Just tell me what you want," Xu Mu said flatly. "I’m busy at noon too."
"Some things are hard to explain over the phone," Feng Yue replied.
"Then we’ll talk when I have time."
Xu Mu hung up without hesitation. Did she really think she was that important?
A small-time bar owner versus the heir of Jiang City’s top conglomerate.
What gave her the nerve to expect him to come running at her call?
Did she really think he was still the same villainous Xu Mu, her obedient lapdog?
On the other end, Feng Yue stared at her phone, deep in thought.
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Meanwhile, Ye Yu had been restless all day, unable to focus on her studies.
Her mind was preoccupied with Lu Xueyao.
At noon, she waited outside Class 2 for Lu Xueyao to appear.
She wanted to probe further—if Xu Mu really had another woman on the side, she’d report it tonight.
When Lu Xueyao finally showed up, Ye Yu immediately approached her.
That’s when she noticed—Lu Xueyao’s hair was black again.
"Lu Xueyao, do you have time for lunch?" Ye Yu asked.
Lu Xueyao looked at her. After some thought last night, she actually had something to discuss with Ye Yu too.
She nodded lightly.
"Let’s eat at the cafeteria," Ye Yu suggested.
"Okay."
The two headed to the school cafeteria and went up to the second floor.
Ye Yu ordered a small bowl of beef noodles, while Lu Xueyao got an egg and tomato rice bowl.
They sat by the window, facing each other.
Ye Yu didn’t start eating right away. She was carefully choosing her words, deciding to ease into the topic.
"I remember your hair was blonde yesterday. Why’s it black now?"
"Brother Xu Mu doesn’t like it, so I dyed it back," Lu Xueyao answered.
"He talked to you yesterday?" Ye Yu frowned.
That Xu Mu was really something. He had her contact info—why couldn’t he just message her first?
"No, but I can guess. Brother Xu Mu didn’t like how I was before."
Lu Xueyao spoke softly, lowering her head to take a bite of rice.
Ye Yu decided to drop the act. The way Lu Xueyao kept mentioning "Brother Xu Mu" made it clear she didn’t care about Ye Yu’s status as his "fiancée."
She had already explicitly told Lu Xueyao that Xu Mu was taken, yet the girl still refused to back down.
"I think you might be forgetting something—Xu Mu has a fiancée, and they’re already engaged," Ye Yu reminded her.
"I know, but engagement isn’t marriage. I thought about it all night, and I won’t give up on Brother Xu Mu!"
Lu Xueyao continued eating, her eyes fixed on her meal.
"What the hell…"
Ye Yu was speechless. What was so great about that jerk Xu Mu anyway?
From the looks of it, it wasn’t Xu Mu who had seduced Lu Xueyao—it was Lu Xueyao who was hopelessly in love with him.
Suddenly, Ye Yu narrowed her eyes, her tone turning icy. "I think you don’t actually like Xu Mu—you just like his money, don’t you?"
As much as she hated to admit it, Xu Mu was tall, handsome, and, most importantly, rich.
Driving around in a sports car all day? For a girl like Lu Xueyao, barely out of her teens, that was lethal.
Hearing this, Lu Xueyao shot Ye Yu a cold glare. "You don’t understand our relationship at all. He saved my life! He gave me a second chance!"
She had never cared whether Xu Mu was rich or not. Even if he were penniless, her feelings would remain the same.
"Fine, I’ll stop pretending. I’m not actually his fiancée."
Ye Yu paused, then looked straight at Lu Xueyao. "He’s my brother-in-law. Yeah, you heard that right—Xu Mu is already married."
She hadn’t told the truth earlier because she wanted to test the waters.
Now that she’d confirmed it wasn’t Xu Mu supporting Lu Xueyao but rather Lu Xueyao’s one-sided affection, there was no need to keep lying.
"What? Brother Xu Mu is married?"
Lu Xueyao’s eyes widened in shock.
"That’s right. If you don’t believe me, we can add each other as friends. I’ll go home tonight and send you a photo of their marriage certificate."
Ye Yu spoke calmly. "Stay away from him from now on. Don’t ruin his relationship with my sister."
Lu Xueyao kept eating her rice, genuinely caught off guard by this revelation.
Ye Yu returned to her beef noodles, figuring the matter was settled.
"Unless Brother Xu Mu tells me to leave, I won’t go." Lu Xueyao suddenly declared.
"Pfft—!"
Ye Yu spat out her noodles.
Grabbing a napkin to wipe her mouth, she snapped, "Seriously, what’s wrong with you? Are you dead set on being the other woman?"
"If Brother Xu Mu agrees, I don’t care if I’m the fifth or sixth woman." Lu Xueyao replied with eerie calm.
Ye Yu was utterly dumbfounded. She suddenly blurted, "Fine, here’s a secret—Xu Mu is a terrible person. He’s violent. He beats me and my sister all the time."
"Then you should divorce him quickly. Let Brother Xu Mu hit me instead. I’d gladly take it."
Lu Xueyao met Ye Yu’s gaze without flinching.
"What the actual—!"
Ye Yu’s face darkened. At a complete loss for words, she could only raise a thumbs-up in Lu Xueyao’s direction.
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
