Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"Hey Bai Weiran, have some chicken wings. I'll trade you chicken wings for some claw meat."

Qin Ning recalled her conversation with Mengmeng not long ago.

In fact, while Bai Weiran was away on a mission, she turned the rented apartment upside down.

There wasn't a trace of that woman named Xia Yanle; everything was spotless.

Books, clothes, skincare products, decorations, any kind of photographic record.

"You're saying that Brother Weiran likes her but doesn't have a single thought of her? Is that what you call liking someone?"

"Bai Weiran is willing to keep even the novel written by a mission target who is just a friend, but he doesn't leave any sentiment for a good friend with whom he lived. Isn't that strange enough?" Mengmeng answered her calmly while holding potato chips.

It's precisely because I haven't forgotten that I'm trying to erase the traces and speed up the process of forgetting.

"Sister Xia will definitely come back—" Mengmeng said with certainty.

"I know, she likes Bai Weiran too."

Qin Ning dismissed this, arrogantly concluding that Mengmeng was merely momentarily intimidated. She sneered, a jar of chili oil in front of her, and looked up to see Bai Weiran raising an eyebrow and smiling at her.

"Don't you like it? To have chili oil in your seafood porridge?"

Bai Weiran noticed that she was eating slowly with her spoon and assumed she found the food too bland.

Mengmeng prefers a light diet, while Qin Ning prefers a stronger flavor; she can't always make Qin Ning cater to Mengmeng.

Qin Ning laughed, scooped a large spoonful of chili oil into her own porridge, and also scooped a spoonful for Bai Weiran.

They all like spicy food, but Mengmeng just can't.

In this respect, he had the upper hand.

He chatted enthusiastically with Bai Weiran about the company's annual meeting plans.

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Today's update! Bros., you're so cute! (｀▽'*)

It's a heartwarming daily life of a yandere girl licking candy from the edge of a knife.

It's been a while since I've had any fun. So, taking advantage of the weekend, the author transforms into a white-stockinged loli and lets loose a little.

Chapter 41 Prince Yu Yu Wants to Resign (4K)

This year, Shile hasn't had any new products. The game industry has been struggling for the past two or three years, and everyone is cutting back on expenses.

Bai Weiran occasionally overheard other friends chatting in the group, discussing an interesting anecdote about the industry.

A major internet company was developing a new game business. In its first year, it was full of confidence and had plenty of funds from its parent company. It even organized a team-building activity to create a 3D snow mountain scene, taking the entire team of planners and artists abroad to see snow mountains with different shapes and styles. It confidently declared that it would change the current game environment, which was characterized by shoddy production and copying.

They made solemn vows, full of vigor and high spirits; their words still resonate in our ears.

After two years of producing no results and just burning money, the parent company is unhappy and wants to cut the business line. This year, the project staff had to arrange the plastic chairs themselves for the annual meeting.

While World Entertainment wasn't in such dire straits, the overall revenue of the gaming industry declined in response to broader market trends.

I thought this year would be over, but then the virtual streamers launched at the end of the year took off and became very popular. Although they haven't brought in any actual revenue yet, in this internet age where traffic equals money, they have injected a new atmosphere of joy into the company, unlike the gloomy atmosphere of other companies.

Qin Ning was very happy, and the other company bosses were also very happy.

"Uncle Han said he's increasing this year's grand prize by three! Two more, one is my personal sponsorship, and the other is Uncle Han's personal sponsorship." Qin Ning's eyes lit up.

Bai Weiran raised an eyebrow.

He recalled that this year's prize seemed to be a fruit family bucket, along with a set of high-end home appliances from brand D, such as a vacuum cleaner and a hair dryer.

One prize like this would be wonderful, but three more are sure to make this year's annual party raffle a blast.

But Bai Weiran wasn't really looking forward to it.

He's a total jerk; he never wins a lottery.

It's better if it doesn't work out.

He had a concept different from others—he believed that a person's luck in life was limited and predetermined.

If you use too much at once, you will inevitably have to make up for it from other sources.

Luck, luck, fortune and misfortune are intertwined.

Life is full of unpredictable accidents, and he prefers to use his luck on those accidents.

Every time he lost a lottery, others felt sorry for him, but he was actually glad that he was less concerned about winning or losing.

Bai Weiran was washing dishes while thinking. The water was running loudly. Mengmeng stood to his right, obediently holding a dry cloth for wiping the dishes. He would rinse one cloth, and Mengmeng would take it, dry it, and place it on the stainless steel drain rack next to the sink.

Qin Ning, of course, refused to do it.

Why would a young lady like you get your hands dirty with anything?

She stood on the left, holding her phone, looking at the marketing plan sent by her secretary, while chatting with the two about the latest developments in the IP business unit. The data for the virtual anchors based on the Mengmeng image was very good, and they planned to launch a wave of user acquisition during the Spring Festival to gain more fans during the holiday.

As Bai Weiran listened, Mengmeng quietly leaned closer, tilting her little head.

"Bai Weiran, I also deserve some credit for this!!"

He was quite eager to take credit.

Bai Weiran smiled, his hands were wet and it was inconvenient, so he just gently rubbed her head with his arm.

"That's right, you guys are really amazing."

Mengmeng giggled and then bent down to wipe the dishes.

When Qin Ning asked Bai Weiran what her expectations were for the annual meeting, Bai Weiran answered without hesitation.

"Don't ask employees to perform on shows."

He always thought it was a pretty annoying request.

Under the guise of "employees having fun together," they force employees to put on performances even while working long hours of "blessings."

Watching a group of colleagues singing, dancing, or telling jokes on stage, although there were occasionally some outstanding contestants, most of them were quite awkward, below average, and not even passing grade, making the audience cringe.

It was rare for Qin Ning to hear Bai Weiran make a request, and since it was a small matter that was easy for her to handle, she happily agreed.

Of the three of them talking, Qin Ning spoke the most, Mengmeng occasionally bickered, while Bai Weiran spoke less.

But Bai Weiran didn't find it noisy.

The cedarwood and sage essential oil that Qin Ning brought was lit indoors. The scent was fresh and elegant, gentle and not overpowering. It blended with the originally bland atmosphere of the room, subtly changing the ambiance. The newly installed heater was running quietly, making the whole room warm and cozy.

They didn't seem inclined to leave after their meal, and Bai Weiran didn't bring it up either, focusing on his work and treating them like family.

Mengmeng, unusually well-behaved, went to take a bath without needing to be urged. Bai Weiran watched as she carried her into the bathroom, where another of his own clothes was being prepared as pajamas—and remained silent.

His wardrobe was basically ruined, like a clothing store that opens its doors to customers, allowing them to try on clothes.

Not only did they wear it, but they also secretly put it back afterward, acting as if nothing had happened, setting a trap for him, intending to make him wear the same clothes all day long.

Bai Weiran thought that from now on she could only wear clothes that had just been hung out to dry on the balcony, so as to ensure that they were clean.

Qin Ning reclined on the sofa in a mermaid-like position, holding a printed report in one hand.

Although Qin Ning is young, she has some old habits; she prefers to use paper.

Bai Weiran thought this might be similar to the logic behind people in the financial industry keeping written records.

But the spot where Qin Ning was lying face down—

His gaze flickered, and Qin Ning happened to look up, meeting his eyes. The beauty mark under her eye was alluring, and her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. The neckline of the long robe she was wearing was a bit too low. Normally, it wouldn't be a problem when she was standing or sitting, but when she turned to the side, the soft neckline meandered along the curve of her chest, revealing her cleavage at a glance.

"........."

She wasn't wearing a bra.

So you've been loitering around my house all night, haven't you?

Qin Ning laughed and removed the pen from her mouth.

"...Brother Weiran, what are you looking at?"

"No, I'm thinking about something."

Bai Weiran put that subtle emotion out of his mind.

“I’m thinking of moving to a different place after the New Year. Regardless of the size, the security here is good enough for a single man like me, but it won’t be suitable for you and Mengmeng to come and go.”

Qin Ning gave an "oh," got up from the sofa, and walked towards Bai Weiran. Her steps were graceful, her posture alluring, and she bent down in front of Bai Weiran, placing her hands on his shoulders and kneeling on the chair with one leg bent, maintaining a precarious yet irresistible, itchy, aggressive posture.

Bai Weiran remained motionless.

Qin Ning's knees slid forward a little.

Bai Weiran remained motionless.

Qin Ning's knee slid forward a little more—just as it was about to touch, a spirit suddenly crawled out from behind Bai Weiran, and a small hand directly and unceremoniously slapped the ample chest that was so different from her own, pressing it down and forcibly stopping the action.

"You stinky Ningning, what are you doing?"

Bai Weiran: …………

A patch of water was rubbed off her shoulder by Mengmeng's damp white hair.

Qin Ning glared at him with a fierce look, her murderous intent flashing, showing no sign of backing down.

"If you can't do it yourself, don't get in the way of me and Brother Weiran."

"Hmph, who says I can't? I'll be able to soon."

Mengmeng has aligned herself with Qin Ning, but that doesn't mean she's graduated from being a yandere.

Mengmeng still has the same bad habits and possessive desires. Since she can't have him, then Qin Ning shouldn't have him either. Now her goal is to hinder Qin Ning, hinder Qin Ning, and use every means to destroy Qin Ning's chance to seduce Bai Weiran.

What I can't have, you can't have either!

Qin Ning's plan was sound; Mengmeng indeed couldn't make a move against Bai Weiran for the time being.

But she overlooked one thing—Mengmeng could prevent her from taking action against Bai Weiran.

"How long is 'soon'? You yourself can't say for sure, tsk tsk, you're not going to be unable to perform even when you're seventy or eighty, are you?"

She retorted, hitting Mengmeng where it hurt. The light in Hongguoguo's eyes vanished instantly, and she let out a low cry as she pounced out from behind Bai Weiran's chair.

She failed to fight; Bai Weiran grabbed her back mid-air.