Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

They discovered that Bai Weiran was neither angry nor annoyed.

He can even laugh.

"It's okay, it's not something that can't be mentioned. Every relationship starts and ends eventually. Who leaves first and who leaves later, there's no need to argue about it. I don't understand why people care whether they're the ones who end things or the ones who end things."

"Does being assigned mean you're superior and being assigned mean you're inferior? And then what? Is it satisfying for the inferior to fight back?"

"No, I won't do that. What I care about is whether I have a clear conscience and have done my best in this relationship."

"Perhaps I had shortcomings at each stage, but at the time, I believed I had done my best. They would also teach me something. What I valued was whether I could become a better person after this relationship."

He pushed the empty wine glass forward and leaned back gently, his arm falling naturally, his knuckles distinct and his fingers long and slender.

The bartender came over, took the glass, added the drink, replenished the ice, and then quietly retreated behind the bar.

Xia Yanle looked at the glass of whiskey, resting her chin on her hand in confusion.

"...So, what's the definition of 'good'?"

Bai Weiran turned to look at her, a smile on his face. After a glass of whiskey, he was slightly tipsy. The restraint brought by his calm and rationality disappeared from his face, revealing a languid feeling different from usual. The dim lighting in the bar made the clear glint in his eyes disappear as well.

Xia Yanle was stunned for a moment.

It feels like he's become a completely different person.

Wu Ji, who saw this scene from outside the window, was also stunned for a moment.

He suddenly felt like having a drink today, but unexpectedly bumped into Bai Weiran at his usual bar.

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that they had brought others with them.

Wu Ji remained silent for a long time without going in, as he keenly sensed something was amiss.

This bar is a place that Bai Weiran particularly likes.

He was the only one who knew about it before.

—Now there's one more.

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Chapter 46 The Method to Defeate Boss Bai Weiran (3K, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"What is the meaning of 'good'? Everyone in the world has a different opinion. Becoming more beautiful, becoming richer, and so on. But my personal definition is very clear: it is the will to pursue happiness. Does everything I encounter shorten the distance between myself and this state of mind of happiness?"

Bai Weiran spoke slowly and gently.

“I saw a psychology book about happiness in one of your books a few days ago. I also really like that book and I was looking forward to talking to you about it.”

The protagonist of the book is a corporate slave.

Life is ordinary; I do a job I don't like, day in and day out.

The protagonist is always complaining, complaining that life is boring, complaining that people have to work, complaining that work can exceed forty hours a week, and that he can't be happy no matter what.

The protagonist blames his lack of money on the problem.

He was unhappy because he was poor.

Later, the protagonist killed a rich man and stole his money, and suddenly became rich.

He no longer had to work to make a living. He traveled freely to various places, saw many places he had never seen before, and ate many delicacies he had never tasted before.

At first, he felt happy.

Gradually, he became unhappy again.

He had several lovers and indulged his sexual desires without restraint.

He tries to find pleasure in his lovers and sexual desire, but at the same time he despises and looks down on them. He craves sex, yet also loathes it. The protagonist falls into a state of disgust and irritability.

"Society always promotes all sorts of ideals. You are unhappy because you are poor, you are not good-looking, you have no dreams, you have no partner, and you insist that you can only be happy through some means—it's so strange. Happiness is not such a distant thing. The author of this book also draws this conclusion."

"...The mistake lies in people thinking that they must choose, that they must make choices, and that happiness is conditional."

Bai Weiran glanced at Xia Yanle.

"Aren't you the same? You feel that life is meaningless and you are unhappy. You rely on liking someone for your happiness. You tried to like Qin Yun, and then you were disappointed by Qin Yun's betrayal. You believe that as long as he doesn't betray you, you can be loved and you can be happy. So you want to kill him."

"Your actions are a pursuit of happiness, but happiness is not something far away; it is very close to you, and you don't need to go through a man to get it."

Xia Yanle fell silent, his blue eyes conveying an ambiguous meaning.

She also read the book, but she didn't understand it to the extent that Bai Weiran was talking about.

She was suddenly struck by a sense of bewilderment at her own ignorance.

They also read the same book—

"Many people only know how to pursue happiness, but they don't think about what comes next. As a result, happiness has become a synonym for simple dopamine stimulation. I don't agree with this. Happiness should not be a short-term thing, but a long-term endeavor."

"Everyone is different, but deep down we all know what we are most at peace and happy when we are doing something, and time passes by without us even noticing."

They'd probably yell, "Blanch! So refreshing!"

Instead, he looked up and realized: he had forgotten his worries while learning, unaware that old age was approaching.

“I’m the one who makes games,” Bai Weiran shrugged.

"I know there are a lot of bad things here. I've encountered stupid bosses, slacker colleagues, workplace backstabbing, and the disappearance of industry booms—but so what? As long as I think about how the players can feel the joy I had when designing the game, I'm really looking forward to it."

"If this kind of happiness can't be conveyed, what else can you expect?" Xia Yanle coldly questioned him after a long silence.

Just like when she is very dedicated to her research, she often questions the meaning of what she is doing.

Bai Weiran smiled and spread his hands.

"Holy crap, isn't that obvious?"

"Failure is the norm in this world, and success is accidental. But the problem is that education only emphasizes the importance of striving for success, while ignoring the mindset of how to face failure. This is strange. If one hundred people compete and one person wins while ninety-nine people lose, then what we should learn most is the attitude towards failure, right? Because ninety-nine out of one hundred people will definitely find it useful."

"It's just that nobody wants to learn; they have a gambler's mentality, hoping to be one in a hundred, one in a thousand, one in ten thousand."

"I've figured this out, and so have relationships. Failure is normal and something to accept. They've also taught me some things, maybe it's made me more empathetic, or maybe it's made me realize that I can't understand the whole world—like my ex-girlfriend." Bai Weiran even made a self-deprecating joke.

"These are things you can only understand by experiencing them. Once you've experienced them, understood them, and gone through them, the joy you taste is a different kind of joy—not naive, but simple and genuine."

"Don't fight against the emptiness of life with emotions, but fight against it with yourself. There is no way to solve the core problems of your life by relying on another person. From birth to death, the only person who can always be with you is yourself. Only by putting yourself in a long-term comfortable and at ease state can you... Wait, I haven't finished drinking yet?"

The bartender arrived unnoticed and smiled as he filled Bai Weiran's glass with whiskey.

"You're absolutely right, I'm all ears. This drink is on me."

The bartender thought the customer might be a little drunk.

He's not usually this talkative, but this is the most he's ever talked in all the times he's come here.

"I've only had half a drink, so you're only treating me to half a cup, boss," Bai Weiran joked with a smile.

"We operate on a small scale and cannot offer credit. Half a cup is already the limit. I'm sorry."

They chatted and laughed, which interrupted Xia Yanle's conversation. After Xia Yanle finished her cocktail, the bartender didn't bring her any more drinks, but instead brought her a glass of warm water.

Let the body, cooled by the cocktail, warm up.

After the bartender left to serve other customers, Bai Weiran ignored Xia Yanle beside him, propped his chin up, and stared ahead in a daze, seemingly lost in thought.

“I have another question,” Xia Yanle said.

As the alcohol took effect, he became somewhat lethargic, rolled his eyes, and glanced at Xia Yanle.

"Did you have these thoughts from the beginning, or did you come to these conclusions after failing to invest your relationships in others and learning from those experiences?"

“The latter—” he answered honestly.

"Do you still believe in relationships between people?"

“I believe you!” he said, adding with a smile.

"I'm happy to believe that throwing the baby out with the bathwater is not the right thing to do."

Xia Yanle suddenly remembered that Bai Weiran had once said that he and she were very similar.

That means he also once distrusted others, and like her, believed that human relationships would eventually become meaningless, viewing them coldly and feeling angrily unable to continue.

But later someone made him change.

"...Did the person who changed you break up with you too?" she asked cautiously.

She thought that Bai Weiran would not usually say it out loud, but would just laugh it off.

But in this moment, here, he seemed to be dissecting himself, speaking frankly and openly.

Xia Yanle keenly sensed that this was a rare opportunity.

Bai Weiran gave a half-smile to this question.

Before they could speak, a hand reached out and blocked them from entering.

“Oh, isn’t this Young Master Bai? And Miss Xia too,” Wu Ji said with a smile.

"Haven't seen you for a few days, and your alcohol tolerance has gotten so low. You look like you're drunk."

“It’s dangerous for a boy to walk around drunk on the street,” Wu Ji said, putting his arm around Bai Weiran’s shoulder.

"This is when the heroes must step in and escort you home!"

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Xia Yanle lagged a few steps behind and saw Wu Ji in front of her with one hand on Bai Weiran's shoulder, laughing and joking.

"Our relationship is really good," she thought.

How can he say he has no friends? He has so many good friends around him.

Wu Ji glanced back at Xia Yanle, his expression knowing.

“…That’s terrible.” His voice was low and gentle.

"She's your ideal type, isn't she, Young Master Bai?"

Intelligent girls with similar temperaments are neither obedient nor submissive, nor dependent; they do not have a superior-subordinate relationship, but rather stand side by side.

Qin Ning treated Bai Weiran as a man from the very beginning, pursuing romantic feelings and admiring and clinging to him.