Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Science students should be less convoluted. Both of you are clear-headed. We're just wage slaves, bosses, landlords, and tenant farmers. Even tenant farmers are divided into different classes. You use an iron hoe, I use a gold hoe. My gold hoe is a class above yours.

If you narrow your perspective and fall into the boss's trap, you'll be limited in your vision.

Good socialist youth understand one principle deeply.

The proletariat of this world should unite.

When Bai Weiran was about to leave his former company, Li Liang even wanted to ask the leaders to intercede on his behalf, but Bai Weiran stopped him.

The reason given was that Li Liang's project was about to launch and had a bright future, and he was highly valued. Getting involved in this mess was uncertain, but it would definitely have an impact on him.

Bai Weiran voluntarily accepted the dismissal and left.

Bringing Li Liang here this time is a win-win policy.

He had heard Li Liang mention wanting to resign some time ago.

His former company promised him a promotion, and there were three such promotions in a year. Relatives of the company were parachuted in and filled all the positions. Li Liang was paid the salary of a regular planner but did the work of a lead planner. When something went wrong, he had to take the blame for the relatives of the company. He couldn't take it anymore and was considering changing jobs. He did have management experience, but no management title.

I want to clean up my resume and get some extra paycheck.

Bai Weiran then asked him, "...Are you interested in Shile Company's top revenue-generating projects?"

Bai Weiran himself wasn't interested, but he was happy to let an acquaintance sit in that seat.

Ultimately, Bai Weiran knew very well that he had a winning hand.

Of the company's four major shareholders, one and a half are on his side.

Qin Ning was undoubtedly his vote, so she counts as one.

Han Xin admires him, but Han Xin maintains a proper leadership position and is overly cautious in his actions. He will not easily become suspicious of people because Dong Zhengyuan slanders Bai Weiran, but he will also not rashly promote someone with no background to lead the company's top projects because of Bai Weiran's recommendation.

Han Xin only received half a vote.

Bai Weiran typed on the keyboard, calmly pondering.

If Li Liang uses himself as a stepping stone to get into the project, Dong Zhengyuan and Sheng Nan will definitely think highly of him and give him important responsibilities. Li Liang's abilities far surpass those of Shi Le's planners. Give him a chance, and he will soon be noticed by the higher-ups.

Then he can coordinate an attack from within and without.

His strategic goal was to ensure that Dong Zhengyuan would never cause trouble again.

If there's an unexpected surprise, it would be even better if Sheng Nan were to be removed from the stage as well.

He smiled slightly and pressed the last Enter key.

The enterprise VX popped up a message.

[Han Xin: Brother Weiran, what are you going to do for Christmas? ヽ('▽｀；)/?]

Ever since Qin Ning borrowed Han Xin's account to send him messages, she became addicted. She created her own alternate account, changed the name to Han Xin, and sent him messages under the name Han Xin in the corporate WeChat account.

This gave Bai Weiran a strange feeling that he had gone from straight to gay, and he found it difficult to look the general manager in the eye from then on.

[Bai Weiran: Thanks for the invitation. Chinese people don't celebrate Western holidays; we have to work overtime.]

In her office on the seventeenth floor, Qin Ning looked at the replying message with displeasure, resting her chin on her hand.

Is working overtime more important than dating me?

She typed that sentence, then deleted it.

Brother Weiran might say yes.

He's so stubborn; he always says unpleasant things.

The young lady has a touch of arrogance and domineering personality.

Since I know you might say something I don't want to hear, I don't want to ask.

She rested her chin on her hand, unconsciously tapped her cheek with her index finger, and finally sent an angry emoji.

Then she can come and work overtime too.

We'll sneak down and attack him then.

She thought about it and became happy again.

Her happiness lasted until Da Suo came to find her.

When Da Suo detailed the information and news he had gathered over the past few days, Qin Ning's pupils contracted.

Da Suo didn't know Mengmeng.

Because Mengmeng was too much of a homebody, aside from the first day when Qin Ning brought her home, she never left the house. Chen Sao's comprehensive care ensured that she had no worries.

The day Mengmeng was brought home, Da Suo happened to take a day off to attend his nephew's wedding.

The next time Mengmeng went out was the day she went to have a late-night snack with Bai Weiran.

Da Suo stayed with Jian Bai Weiran for those days.

Da Suo knew that Qin Ning had a friend staying with her, but that was all. He was a hired private bodyguard, not a parent who could question the behavior of his employer.

And so, by a twist of fate, Mengmeng was enrolled.

After Da Suo left, Qin Ning sat there, pressing her forehead, looking at the photos that had been developed. The photos clearly showed the white-haired girl holding Bai Weiran's hand and kissing him on his right cheek, while he looked stunned, clearly caught off guard.

One by one, the things Mengmeng had said flashed through my mind.

Oh, I see—we like the same person.

That's why he became distant.

Yandere understands yandere best.

In that instant, Qin Ning realized the vague sense of familiarity she had felt since meeting Mengmeng.

It was him!

Bai Weiran made her this way, and it was this adorable charm that made her feel like an old friend at first sight.

That's perfectly normal.

Bai Weiran, who wouldn't be corrupted by them, would make all the yandere hearts beat wildly with excitement.

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Hey hey...did you know? Even the heart of a yandere author can pound wildly with excitement because of monthly votes—?

Chapter Eleven: I wish tomorrow were your last day.

Qin Ning stood at the door for a while before going inside.

As soon as you enter, a wave of comfortable warmth hits you, accompanied by cheerful laughter.

"Wow—I've finished another one! I've finished eighteen in total! I'm almost catching up with you, Aunt Chen!"

"Mengmeng, only cook as much as you can eat. Can you finish making so much?"

"I'm doing Ningning's share too!"

"Miss Ningning didn't eat that much either."

“Ningning said she likes to eat this. She likes things that are in her other stomach, so I’ll make her a few more.”

Aunt Chen and Mengmeng are making Italian dumplings by hand. These dumplings are easier to make than Chinese dumplings. They use an imported small dough rolling machine to knead the dough, put it in, roll out thin wrappers the size of egg yolks, measure the spacing, cut them, fill the filling between two thin wrappers, moisten the edges with water, and use a fork to press marks on the edges to seal them.

Compared to Chinese dumplings, these are flat, thin, and have less filling, so even girls with small appetites can eat several in one go.

Qin Ning does indeed like to eat Italian dumplings.

Hearing the door open, Mengmeng came out of the kitchen, her hands still covered in a thin layer of flour. She stretched out her arms to greet her, her bright red eyes like two sparkling rubies, her face beaming with joy.

"Ningning, I made dumplings for you!"

Qin Ning smiled. The spring sunshine was brilliant.

"Really? I can't wait!"

She put on the slippers that had been placed at the door and followed Mengmeng into the house. Mengmeng took two quicker steps and rushed into the kitchen first.

"Let's make dumplings! Aunt Chen, Ningning's back, let's hurry up and make dumplings!"

Qin Ning lagged behind by two steps, laughed and said she would change her clothes, then turned and went into her room.

He had just closed the door behind him when he leaned against it, his eyes lowered and devoid of any light.

Once the dumplings were served, she changed into a loose-fitting set of loungewear and sat down at the table to eat the freshly made dumplings with the two of them, chatting and laughing. The main course dumplings were filled with vegetarian fillings, creamy white sauce, and mashed potatoes, which were smooth and delicious. The main course was confit pigeon leg, a roasted onion soup, and dessert was carrot mousse cake.

Qin Ning elegantly sliced ​​the pigeon leg, her gaze involuntarily falling on the gleaming, gleaming knife.

His profile and the fleeting gloom in his eyes were reflected on the knife.

This knife is very sharp.

A small pigeon leg was placed on Qin Ning's plate. When she looked up, Mengmeng smiled at her.

"Aunt Chen told me that you like Italian dumplings and pigeon legs—"

"You've been working so hard lately, here's some cute pigeon leg for you."

Qin Ning stared at the pigeon leg for half a second, a complex emotion flashing in her gloomy eyes. Finally, she smiled and relaxed her grip on the knife.

"I like it, thank you."

Watching from the side, Aunt Chen felt the two were getting along well and smiled kindly, adding her own portion to Mengmeng's plate as well.

After dinner, snowflakes began to fall outside the window, and Mengmeng went to the balcony door to watch.

Wow! It's snowing.

Qin Ning was standing by the parrot's cage, feeding it small treats with her fingers, when she heard this and paused.

"...Oh wow, it snowed the day you went on your date too, didn't it?"

But Mengmeng didn't hear it because she opened the door to the balcony's French windows. Unexpectedly, the wind was strong, and a cold breeze rushed in through the gaps. The room had underfloor heating and was lit with essential oil candles, so the warm and fragrant atmosphere was diluted by the cold wind, but it still made people feel refreshed.

The parrot, with its spoiled temperament, couldn't stand the cold air. It flapped its wings and howled, completely drowning out Qin Ning's words.

Mengmeng stood on the balcony looking at the snow scene, and Qin Ning followed her out.

This building isn't thirty-two stories, but it's tall enough that even a small accident could cause—

The white-haired girl shrank her neck, covered her mouth with her two small hands, and exhaled white breath.