Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Qin Ning's face turned pale, and she bit her lower lip.

The scene fell silent again, so heavy it was hard to breathe. Time ticked by, until the clock on the wall was approaching 12:30 pm.

Several office workers couldn't help but pray silently.

I'm so hungry, but no one's cooking for me, and I don't dare ask for food.

God! Please let our leader change his mind and give up!

Or we could send an angel to save us.

God: Read.

There was a knock on the conference room door. The secretary, who had been waiting outside, poked her head in with a puzzled look.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt your meeting. Ms. Qin Ning, someone is looking for you."

A five-tiered food box came into view, and then a smiling little face peeked out from the top of the food box.

With white hair and red eyes, her small face still had a bit of baby fat, and she was pure and innocent. At first glance, she looked like a child, but her slender figure as she gradually grew up made her transcend the ordinary word "loli" and give her a captivating beauty like a flower about to bloom.

The staff involved in the virtual streamer project are all somewhat like anime fans.

Upon seeing this living, breathing special agent of the Chinese Communist Party standing before them, their eyes and nostrils widened in surprise.

Breathing—I need to breathe—

It turns out I've lived this long just to see a real, live, soft-spoken female special forces soldier.

Mengmeng was startled by the large number of people in the conference room, and her happy smile vanished upon seeing Qin Ning.

The secretary offered to take the food box for her, but Mengmeng refused, as she was still thinking about what Aunt Chen had said about making sure Qin Ning had a hot meal.

If this secretary isn't handed over to Qin Ning immediately, how can she eat it once it's gone cold?

And who says a secretary wouldn't poison someone?

The idea of ​​poisoning her stemmed from her recent excessive watching of palace dramas at home with Aunt Chen, leading to a distorted mindset.

As a result, she refused to hand it over to the secretary and insisted on handing it to Qin Ning herself. The secretary didn't know how long the meeting would last, and Mengmeng brought her food under the guise of being a member of Qin Ning's family. The secretary was afraid of offending someone who was related to royalty, so she brought her in.

Qin Ning immediately stood up.

"...Mengmeng!?"

As soon as she called out, Mengmeng rushed to her side in a flurry, like a little bird that had found its owner.

Mengmeng felt a little scared. With so many people staring at her, she subconsciously wanted to get closer to people she knew.

"I called you, but you didn't answer." Mengmeng whispered in Qin Ning's ear, in a voice she thought no one else could hear, but which everyone could actually hear quite clearly.

Qin Ning glanced at her phone—because the meeting was of great importance, she couldn't afford to be distracted, so she turned her phone off and put it aside.

Looking at it now, it turns out that both Aunt Chen and Mengmeng had called her.

"Sorry, I didn't see it, I was busy."

"Hehe, it's okay, I brought it to you—"

"Where's Aunt Chen? Shouldn't she be the one to take us?" Qin Ning asked, somewhat surprised.

Mengmeng then recounted in great detail how Aunt Chen had fallen and strained her back.

This caused many people below to widen their pupils, their lips curving upwards in a strange way, their mouths watering.

The teenage CEO and the girl who's a special forces soldier living together, right?

We stick together at home every day, eat together, shower together, and even sleep together.

This scene is amazing! It's much better than the yuri doujinshi we used to buy at comic conventions.

Many people's pupils dilated, their lips curled up in a strange way, and they drooled, lost in a fantasy filled with the scent of lilies.

"Aunt Chen said you should eat well," Mengmeng said to Qin Ning with a smile, extending her hand to Qin Ning.

"No matter how busy you are, you must eat three meals a day regularly, otherwise you will develop stomach problems when you get old."

Qin Ning pursed her lips, a hint of struggle in her eyes.

She didn't want to see Mengmeng, but she had no choice but to see her every day.

She didn't want her to be so close, but when Mengmeng reached out her hand, she didn't flinch. She simply let Mengmeng gently hold her hand. Mengmeng's hand was small and soft, like a delicate doll.

Han Xin coughed, breaking the quietly pervasive lesbian atmosphere.

"It's time, everyone should eat properly."

“Since everyone is working overtime and it’s too tiring, how about I order some takeout so we can all eat together?” he said gently, asking his secretary, who was still at the door, to order lunchboxes.

Han Xin designated a very high-end restaurant, which brought a smile to the faces of the overworked office workers who were forced to work overtime on the holiday.

Lunch was served, and the meeting could finally take a short break. Han Xin then looked at Qin Ning and Mengmeng.

"Ningning, is she your friend?"

Since this niece woke up from her coma, she has never been seen with any friends and always seems quite lonely.

Han Xin had been worried about this matter for a long time.

Mengmeng hid behind Qin Ning, only peeking out half her head to look at Han Xin.

Qin Ning remained silent for a few seconds.

"Yes, he is my friend."

Han Xin, loving the house because of the dog, was very pleased and smiled kindly at Mengmeng.

But Mengmeng, who suffers from androphobia, could only manage a forced and perfunctory smile, and focused all her attention on whether Qin Ning was eating or not.

Making sure Qin Ning eats properly is also one of her important tasks.

At this moment, the planning director walked over and looked at Mengmeng curiously.

"Is this the livestreamer registration arranged by President Qin?"

Qin Ning paused.

It's no wonder the director thinks that way.

Who would send a white-haired, red-eyed little girl to deliver their meals?

He looks more like a potential streamer!

Chapter Seventeen: Meeting You Was Destiny

"President Qin, I think this concept is very suitable."

"With a real-life prototype, we can create a new character quickly, and by obtaining authorization from the prototype, those plagiarism rumors will be disproven."

Creating a virtual character from scratch is troublesome.

Creating something from nothing involves first creating 2D artwork, then building a 3D model, and finally using motion capture to bind the streamer and the virtual character, making the virtual character move in the scene.

With an existing prototype, the production process can be significantly shortened.

However, most companies don't do this because associating themselves with the real-life persona is troublesome. If the product doesn't become popular, that's one thing, but once it does, who benefits – the real person or the virtual character? Licensing disputes are rampant.

Ultimately, the purpose of creating virtual avatars from the very beginning was to avoid troublesome disputes such as portrait rights authorization, so naturally they wouldn't jump into this fire pit.

Qin Ning remained silent for a few seconds.

But Mengmeng didn't have this concern.

Because Mengmeng is an unregistered resident of this world.

Now that her image has been used, she has nowhere to appeal.

It's despicable, but it's real.

She's a thief who steals from homes; I should bully her and teach her a lesson.

Her eyes darkened.

"Never mind," she said, proactively declining the offer.

"She has social anxiety and can't be a live streamer."

"President Qin, we didn't make her a live streamer either," the director earnestly advised, not wanting to let go of Mengmeng's excellent image, which was too appealing to him.

"As long as her image is acceptable, we have anchors."

The streamer hasn't changed; it's just a different persona.

Mengmeng was confused and could only deduce the general idea from the few words spoken at the scene.

She didn't know what to do, but she seemed to be able to help Qin Ning.

"I can do it, Ningning!" she said hurriedly, earnestly tugging at Qin Ning's sleeve.

"Let me help you, I can do it!"

Qin Ning was torn with conflicting emotions. She turned her head and scolded in a low voice, "You idiot, you can't just give people your image like that."

It was rejected outright.

The director looked at Mengmeng with a face full of regret.

Qin Ning coldly dismissed Mengmeng.

"Go back quickly, Aunt Chen is still waiting for you at home."

Mengmeng wanted to say something, but then stopped, said "oh," and fell silent.

Everyone in the meeting room left, leaving Qin Ning and Han Xin alone to have lunch and talk. Han Xin patiently and gently persuaded Qin Ning not to be stubborn.

"Success is accidental, failure is the norm, and we business owners especially need to learn to accept it."

"Hesitation will only lead to harm."

"Your business unit is just starting out, don't be too impatient for quick results."

Qin Ning remained silent throughout. She noticed that the five-layered lunchbox contained enough food for two people.

Aunt Chen probably wanted Mengmeng to stay and have dinner with her, but she sent Mengmeng away.

Qin Ning thought to herself, "That's fine, I don't really want to have a meal with her right now."