Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Xia Yanle's mother was a wealthy heiress, and Xia's father was a highly intelligent scholar. The two met at a party. Xia's mother gave up everything for love and traveled all over the world. Until their deaths, they were a very harmonious and happy couple.

However, the app's introduction only goes this far, without providing any further information about Xia Yanle's background.

This is probably because these things are irrelevant to the mission.

"Because Grandma suddenly remembered me again." Xia Yanle smiled slightly and turned to look at the sky.

"We want to put more fish in the pond so that anglers can catch them more easily."

Bai Weiran remained silent.

This world has a very strict aristocratic system. Although the aristocratic class is gradually being eliminated and becoming a mere figurehead as times progress, we are still in a transitional period of change. The older generation of nobles are not dead, and they still yearn for their past glory and want to grasp the last bit of the era.

Xia Yanle spoke to Bai Weiran about her family matters in her usual relaxed and calm tone.

Xia Yanle's maternal grandmother is a stubborn, conservative aristocrat. It's an old-fashioned plot where, due to the decline of the family, she wants to bring benefits to the family through marriage between her children.

Even though nobility is now just a nominal title, many newly wealthy individuals still hold a sense of awe and longing for aristocratic lineages.

Xia Yanle's maternal grandmother hosted a banquet, inviting wealthy men she had her eye on and requiring all eligible girls in the family to attend.

Then I remembered Xia Yanle, the granddaughter of my daughter who had run away from home.

Why aren't you saying anything?

“I just felt that you weren’t the type of person to attend a party like this.” Bai Weiran shrugged.

Xia Yanle smiled, her voice soft and sweet.

"I had no choice. My grandmother ordered me to come. I succumbed to her family's intimidation and power."

"Let's not beat around the bush," Bai Weiran retorted.

What is there to fear from a family that someone who isn't even afraid of death?

If you push her too far, this house might even catch fire.

"I've just been a bit free lately. When she called, I treated it like a paid trip. Anyway, someone will pick me up and drop me off, and they'll provide food, drinks, and accommodation when I arrive." She stretched her arms and straightened her body, and Bai Weiran could finally see clearly amidst the falling cherry blossoms that Xia Yanle was wearing an elegantly tailored sleeveless fitted black dress with a fluffy white shawl around her, like a snowflake surrounding her.

He remained silent for a few seconds.

Without any deliberate flaunting, it evokes a myriad of charming adjectives.

He wanted to distract himself from that.

"What kind of tree is that you're lying on?"

"...Cherry blossom trees, haven't you ever seen them?"

"I've seen it before, but the cherry blossoms in my hometown bloom in spring, while the cherry blossoms here bloom in autumn."

"How strange, why do cherry blossoms bloom in spring? They should bloom in autumn. What's the point of them blooming in spring? There are so many flowers in spring, so they don't stand out at all."

The two began to seriously discuss whether spring cherry blossoms or autumn cherry blossoms were better.

This kind of discussion is roughly on par with the debate over whether sweet or savory tofu pudding is better.

Xia and Bai are both high-level logical debaters who have read a lot of books and draw on a wide range of sources, so they managed to turn this everyday topic into a discussion with the same serious academic attitude as discussing how Earth rotates.

In the end, neither of them could win the argument, so they had to call it a day.

"When I was little, my mother told me about the cherry blossom tree at my grandmother's house."

A five-hundred-year-old tree naturally has some legends and stories associated with it.

Bai Weiran really enjoyed listening to these things.

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People keep saying I owe money and won't pay it back! (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

No! I update once a day.

To show my sincerity, I released three updates today. Now I'm combining two updates into one, and there will be one more update later.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Can I Have a Friend Like You? (Third Update)

The story takes place three hundred years ago. In this mansion, a maid and a chef fell in love. The two were doing very well together. The chef was highly skilled, and everyone thought he would become the next head chef, and he thought so too.

He and his lover had agreed that once he became a head chef, he would marry her in a grand and glorious ceremony.

As a result, he didn't become the head chef.

Before the former head chef retired, he bypassed him and gave the position to a younger chef.

The reason is: Your skills are good, but your character is not good.

Working in such a large mansion requires more than just skill; it also demands loyalty and attentiveness to guests.

This chef was hot-tempered, arrogant, and haughty. In a fit of anger, he resigned and left the mansion that very day, disappearing without a trace. Because of his youthful arrogance and anger, he forgot all about his lover.

The maid, upon hearing the news, was terrified and at a loss for what to do.

Because she had just found out she was pregnant.

"A month later, the maid was found hanged from the cherry blossom tree." Xia Yanle said, gently patting the rugged tree trunk beneath her.

"Whether it was despair from being abandoned or the shame of being found out about her pregnancy that led her to hang herself, there are various speculations. It has always been a mystery that puzzles everyone. But later people said that the cherry blossoms in the backyard could bloom so beautifully because they were stained with the blood of the maid."

The night breeze stirred, and the cherry blossom branches swayed gently in the wind. In the mysterious and eerie atmosphere, it seemed as if an ancient ghost was gazing at them with sorrow.

"I don't like this story."

"So what kind of stories do you like? Happy family reunions, with cherry blossoms in full bloom?"

“I have a younger sister. Every time I hear stories about women who are forced to bear the ultimate consequences of their relationships, I think of her. I feel scared for her, anxious for her, and I can’t sleep at night because of her.”

“If she were the person in the story, I would definitely continue the story—by stabbing this man to death with my own hand.”

Xia Yanle looked at Bai Weiran, hoping to see a hint of a joke on his face—but was surprised to find that he wasn't.

"...What a surprise. I thought you were the kind of person who was exceptionally kind, able to forgive others' mistakes, remember the good but not the bad, and respect life...how should I put it? A saint."

Bai Weiran took two steps forward, reached out and held a bunch of cherry blossoms in full bloom in his hand.

Hands filled with fragrance.

“You’re not even taking legal action, you’re saying—stab him to death,” Xia Yanle said, a strange light in his eyes.

"Yes, because we all know very well that the law will not sentence such people to death, or even for a long term. I am not a saint. Saints are selfless, but I protect my own."

"This story downplays the chef's problem and emphasizes the crux of the problem in the maid's despair after being abandoned and the oppression of a conservative society. But logically speaking, isn't this desperate situation something he created himself?"

Xia Yanle remained silent for a while, then suddenly laughed.

"Don't worry, even if the girl in the story is your sister, I don't think you'd ever go that far."

“With a brother like you, your sister can’t be that stupid. Even if your sister were as stupid as the maid in the story, you wouldn’t let that happen. It doesn’t matter if she has a child. Just take her home and raise her. When that man shows up, you’ll just break his legs.”

Bai Weiran: …………

They suspect she has the special ability to read minds.

Bai Shimo, his quirky younger sister, did indeed ask him similar questions.

I asked that back in junior high.

"Brother, what if something unfortunate happens to me one day, and I'm bullied and end up pregnant as a minor?"

He was so shocked when he broke the pencil in his hand, as he was just starting his senior year of high school.

His immediate response was—

"We'll find a way to make you abort the child without telling your family, and then make the person who dared to do this to you disappear from the world."

Yes, make him disappear from the world, prevent him from saying things he shouldn't, and protect him for life.

"What if I'm being bullied by someone I like?"

This time he thought about it for a little longer.

"...It depends on whether you want to stay or not."

"If you want to, I'll help you; if you don't want to, I'll still help you."

"But never see that person again, or I will break your legs and his legs too. When it comes to matters of principle, there is only one time and countless times. Don't forgive this kind of person. You still have me."

His younger sister, who was in junior high, laughed and hugged him happily, as if she had won the whole world.

"Hehehe, I'm going to be smart for the rest of my life, never walk in the dark, and keep my eyes wide open," she announced loudly.

"To prevent my good brother from breaking the law and going to jail."

Every time his sister hugged him, even this cold-blooded man would feel a surge of courage and passion from his chest, a courage that could defy the world.

Sigh, at this point, I can even kill a max-level demon king.

"You really are a siscon." Xia Yanle's words pulled him back to reality from his memories.

"…………I'm not a sister-complex." She firmly retorted.

"I'm just a fairly upright older brother."

Xia Yanle smiled, sat up straight, and leaped down from the tree, landing lightly like a night elf. She walked out from under the cherry blossom tree, getting so close to Bai Weiran that Bai Weiran could see pink and white petals scattered on her long hair, like stars.

“How enviable,” she said.

"Your sister has a brother like you."

She reached out her hand.

"Can I have a good friend like you, Mr. Weiran?"

She wasn't wearing gloves; her hands were slender and white, and her voice was pleasant and steady, stirring one's heart.

Bai Weiran paused for a second before taking his hand.

Her palms were a little cold.

“Of course,” Bai Weiran said slowly.

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Bai Weiran timed it perfectly and returned to the real world an hour later, only to find that his bedroom door had been banged on loudly.

The little girl's tender voice was howling with all her might outside.