Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"...Isn't it the same restaurant you had dinner at?"

He ordered takeout, a whole pot at once. He kept some for himself, sent one bowl to her, and gave the other to that scumbag Qin Yun.

Seeing her surprised expression, Bai Weiran smiled.

"Doesn't it taste especially good?"

"In this freezing, dark night, as long as there is a fire to keep warm and hot soup, no matter what the soup tastes like, hot food is very satisfying. I know you know more than I do, and you can list all the situations you encounter on the snow mountain and how the human body's physiological mechanisms will cope. Hypothermia, dehydration, mild hypothermia will also increase your heart rate, breathing rate, and limb incoordination - you know all of these."

"But experiencing it now is a different matter."

Xia Yanle sensed a hidden meaning in Bai Weiran's words, so she held her bowl and waited for his next sentence.

"When you feel these abnormalities in your body, do you still want to die?"

Life is tenacious. When thrown into a life-threatening environment, the dominant actions that are normally driven by thought will switch to biological instincts.

The instinct of living beings is to survive.

"If you can find this chicken soup more palatable, that's great. Your biological instincts are functioning normally; you crave warm food and want to restore your body's vitality."

Xia Yanle took another sip of chicken soup from her bowl. In the rising steam, she watched Bai Weiran stir the remaining soup with a metal spoon.

“I always feel like none of this makes any sense,” she said suddenly.

Bai Weiran looked up, tapped the side of the pot with a spoon, making a crisp sound, and a faint wolf howl seemed to echo from the distant snow-capped mountains.

That's probably a question many people have thought about during their growth.

At one point, I felt that none of this mattered, and that my own life was meaningless.

This is especially evident in Xia Yanle.

“Mr. Wei Ran, I think I’m a monster because you are a monster too—so I can speak to you as an equal.”

"As life is going on, we are heading toward the end every day, and there is nothing ahead of us."

“I read a lot of books, and many people told me that I should love someone, and that I would find meaning in life in a relationship where we love each other.”

Bai Weiran saw that her bowl was half empty, so he added two small spoonfuls of hot soup. The soup, which was originally slightly cool, became warm again because of the spoonful of soup, and the warmth spread through her hands.

"So you found Qin Yun, right?"

"Yes."

Qin Yun appeared at this time, and many of his actions resembled the "love" described in the book.

Gentle and considerate, indomitable, willing to do anything, and shyly uttering those flirtatious words.

To Bai Weiran's surprise, Xia Yanle knew Qin Yun's cunning and scheming nature.

But instead of getting angry, she investigated the matter.

What conclusion did you draw?

“I feel like it’s all pointless,” she said gently.

"No matter how old a man is, he's always a boy at heart. No matter how old he is, he always likes young and beautiful girls. Qin Yun can even laugh and say to me, 'There's nothing we men can do about it. Isn't that normal?'"

"In that instant, I felt that nothing mattered anymore."

“Look at me, I’m twenty now, a great age, but I’ll definitely get old. And when I’m old, he’ll find a new eighteen, nineteen, twenty-year-old… and then he can laugh and say that line to me again—hehe, what can you do! That’s just how men are, they like young and beautiful women.”

“I want to die with him because I don’t want to endure this predictable future and this love that will ultimately be meaningless. Let it end while it still has meaning.”

Their eyes met, and Bai Weiran remained silent for a few seconds.

In truth, Xia Yanle knew the truth about everything.

She was aware of Qin Yun's flaws and the untrustworthiness of this scumbag, but her rational mindset prevented her from going on a rampage to berate him or irrationally attacking the harem. These mixed emotions eventually turned into a strong tendency towards control and mutual destruction.

But on the other hand, Bai Weiran felt a pang of sadness.

Because when Xia Yanle said these words, his attitude was not resentful or dissatisfied, but rather calm and indifferent, like a scholar deriving a result.

If you are a data enthusiast, and you use data to measure human relationships in various ways, the final conclusion will be that relationships are definitely the riskiest and most likely losing proposition in the world.

Bai Weiran also served himself a bowl of soup and put the last piece of chicken into Xia Yanle's bowl.

Xia Yanle looked at the chicken, then glanced at the silent Bai Weiran.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Masked man, I thought you were a smooth talker?"

Bai Weiran drank the scalding hot soup, remaining noncommittal.

"I admit you're right. Most people can be divided into two types. One type is like, 'Yes, yes, that's how we are. There's nothing you can do about it. You have to accept the inherent flaws of men. But who isn't like that?"

"Another rebuttal is that there are other people like this in the world, and you should try to find them. However, when these people advise you to try to find them, they don't take into account the effort and pain you will have to endure in the process. You have to bear the consequences yourself, while the other party becomes your sage teacher who helps you find true happiness with just one sentence."

Bai Weiran chuckled, "But in my opinion, neither of these is very important."

"The most important thing is that you find this chicken soup delicious."

Xia Yanle, puzzled, glanced at the chicken soup with a suspicious look, as if it had been poisoned.

"In the freezing cold, you find chicken soup delicious, you can feel yourself alive, and your heart is beating so warmly, sending blood to every part of your body. Shouldn't you be grateful for it?"

“Miss Xia, there is one more person you should love before you love someone else.”

Bai Weiran pointed his spoon at Xia Yanle.

"...You yourself, the person you should love the most is yourself."

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One more chapter will be updated later!

Chapter Seven: Xia Yanle is Sick

The idea of ​​having a heartwarming chat on a snowy mountain at night is quite good; it means that Bai Weiran's relationship with Xia Yanle has eased a bit.

What I didn't expect were the aftereffects.

Xia Yanle is sick.

Even on the mountain that day, he was constantly monitoring Xia Yanle's physical condition through the system. The app stated that it was forbidden to engage in any behavior that could affect the vital signs or cause mental abuse to the target. Taking the target to spend the whole night on the snowy mountain was actually a repeated attempt to circumvent the platform's rules.

Bai Weiran was also very cautious, constantly giving Xia Yanle small amounts of energy inside the snow cave to maintain normal vital signs.

However, Xia Yanle's constitution was weaker than he had imagined. The day after returning home, he developed a high fever and lay motionless in bed.

This incident also made Bai Weiran feel somewhat guilty.

You have to clean up the mess you made.

Bai Weiran could only check on her condition every morning, noon and night. He stopped going to meals with Guoguo and the others, which led to Guoguo misunderstanding and sighing to A-Chao, "Has my son Weiran changed positions and his head? Does he no longer care about associating with us subordinates?"

While comforting Guoguo, Ah Chao racked his brains trying to figure out how to talk to the producer so he could smoothly transfer to Bai Weiran's group.

I want to be Weiran's little brother, and walk with him for life!

Ah Chao clenched his fist to cheer himself up, then turned around and saw Guo Guo sending a message. After sending it, she pressed her phone to her chest and sighed contentedly.

"Ningning is so thoughtful, Ningning is such a little angel."

Ah Chao slowly typed out a question mark.

"Even after I resigned, Ningning still sends me a good morning emoji every day! Waaaa, Ningning is such a wonderful angel, I really hope she comes back!"

"...Forget it, this project of ours isn't any good anyway, the future is uncertain. If she can find better opportunities in the future, she shouldn't come back. Waaaaaah, my angel Ningning—she even cared about everyone's situation, even you, Achao, aren't you touched?"

Ah Chao thought: Ah Chao, why do I feel like something's not right?

Am I the only one who thinks something's off about Qin Ning?

The girl, who had just finished signing the paperwork at the law firm, pouted, gently tapping her chin with her phone in her small hand, her eyes sparkling.

Brother Weiran, why didn't you have lunch with Sister Guoguo and the others? Where did you go?!

Qin Ning's brother, Wei Ran, is taking care of another woman at her bedside.

"...Eat some porridge, it's millet porridge, you can eat a little even if your stomach is upset."

As soon as she heard about millet porridge, she obediently sat up from her bed.

"Did you add sugar?" she asked.

"I put in just a little bit. Eating too much sugar can cause phlegm. If you have a cold, just bear with it."

Xia Yanle has an unusual fondness for millet porridge.

Bai Weiran was a little surprised when he found out, because in his memory, millet porridge was indeed good, but it was only something he wanted to drink when he had an upset stomach, was sick, or was feeling listless in the morning. It was a simple and bland porridge that he would not think of when he had nothing to do.

However, after Xia Yanle ate it at noon on the first day, she wanted millet porridge for every meal for the next few days.

I'm the kind of person who can eat the things I like every day without getting tired of them.

Bai Weiran noticed something else in these subtle details—it's very difficult for Xia Yanle to change once she decides to like someone. She knows the other person has problems, but she will endure it because she has decided to like them.

They only have an emotional outburst when the threshold is exceeded too much.

As he spoke, he bent down, holding the ear thermometer.

"Here, let me take your temperature."

Xia Yanle coughed lightly and brushed the hair behind his ear to signal him to move.

Even when they got close, the masked man who called himself Wei Ran wouldn't make any other moves.

Bai Weiran looked at the temperature drop and let out a deep breath.

"The fever has finally subsided, but I still need to rest well for the next few days."

In fact, Xia Yanle's weak constitution and illness are also related to her bad daily routine. Sometimes when she is looking at data or research papers, she will stay up all night. Because she finds eating troublesome, she often only eats one meal a day, or just grabs some biscuits or bread to get by.

She spent years hiding in dark rooms or research labs with the curtains drawn, her skin almost translucent white.

Fair skin is beautiful, but if it comes at the cost of health, then forget it.

He looked around the room.

"...However, your environment is not conducive to the patient's recovery."

Before Xia Yanle could react, she heard two rustling sounds as the curtains were opened, letting in the bright midday sun that was so dazzling that she had to squint.

"A neat and clean indoor environment helps people feel happy and healthy."