Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Bai Weiran said helplessly, "Hello, I'm not that submissive. I prefer to be the one on the offensive."

Qin Ning immediately sat up straight from him, blinking her big eyes, her charming face beaming with even more joy.

"Brother Weiran, would you tie me to the bed and slowly cut my clothes with a knife?"

"...Qin Ning, that already constitutes a crime."

"So you can't? Fine, I'll tie you up then! I don't mind committing a crime, and you wouldn't want me to get arrested and locked up, would you?"

"........."

Qin Ning chuckled, thoroughly enjoying Bai Weiran's speechless state.

She didn't dislike playing around with Mengmeng at home, but she also enjoyed having Bai Weiran all to herself.

Especially at times like this, she kept teasing Bai Weiran, but she knew very well that Bai Weiran would not do anything in public, and that she should take care of herself as well as she should take care of her.

She increasingly enjoyed this hazy balance between physical desire and psychological tenderness.

It was just a pity for Weiran, who had already tasted meat. He was holding a hot potato in his arms, unable to push it away or let it go.

Fortunately, the saleswoman returned and solved his predicament.

They ended up shopping in the mall all day, buying nothing except a few exquisite window decorations. As evening approached, Qin Ning held Bai Weiran's hand and walked along the bustling street. Bai Weiran looked up at the sky, its colors changing and gradually transitioning.

Qin Ning also looked up, but what she saw were streetlights lit up on both sides of the street, and decorative light bulbs hanging on the trees, a modern and romantic scene.

“How strange…” she said, holding Bai Weiran’s arm even tighter.

Bai Weiran subconsciously looked in the direction she was looking, but saw nothing except a couple embracing.

"...What's strange about it?"

"I find it strange," Qin Ning leaned against his shoulder and murmured softly.

"I work very hard, Brother Weiran, I work very hard every day."

"Ok, I know."

"I worked very hard to learn everything about the company, negotiate equity partnerships, build teams, manage funds, and execute plans. There were more failures than I imagined, as well as many unexpected successes. I was busy every day, feeling like I was burning with energy and giving full play to my talents."

As Qin Ning finished speaking, she looked up at Bai Weiran.

“I have no regrets about those days, and I really enjoyed them. But now when I think back, it’s hard for me to recall the details. On the contrary, I have vivid memories of eating freshly baked meat mooncakes with Brother Weiran.”

Bai Weiran remained noncommittal, offering a slight smile.

"My former boss had a heart-to-heart talk with me before leaving the company."

The former boss who became financially independent after receiving company stock.

Although Bai Weiran disagreed with the leader's skill in making games, the leader's magnanimity, tolerance, and ability to appreciate subordinates without jealousy or comparison were already quite rare qualities.

That leader should be considered the best example of how a corporate slave can turn his life around.

Born in a remote small city, studied a relevant major, joined the right industry at the right time, and happened to meet that one in a million chosen one, taking off with the startup company and achieving financial freedom.

"What did he say to you?" Qin Ning blinked, not without curiosity.

He said that most people have a misconception about success, always thinking that success can drastically change one's life. But unless you are in dire need of help, life will not suddenly change completely after you achieve unexpected and unimaginable success.

"Life goes on."

"He still worries about being late for meetings if he oversleeps in the morning, feels annoyed when he realizes he forgot to ask for extra whipped cream when he's in line to buy his morning coffee, is still worried about his parents' illnesses and feels empathetic because he can't share their pain, and feels uneasy about the future of projects when facing project development because he realizes he still knows so little, technology is constantly evolving, everyone is busy, and the times are constantly progressing."

"There are still so many problems to solve, and the internal friction he faces has not lessened. He is grateful for his good fortune, but he deeply understands that a Taoist cannot change a person's heart and all problems simply by achieving success. Success is not a panacea; one's own state of mind is."

Bai Weiran brought the topic back.

"You might find that moment memorable because it's the state of mind you feel most comfortable during that time."

"But that doesn't mean the effort is meaningless. It's like how food always tastes better after you've worked hard. How can you truly appreciate how comfortable your bed is if you don't get up and move around?"

Qin Ning met his gaze and suddenly smiled sweetly.

It was a thorough, gentle, and insightful understanding.

There is often a misconception about how people get along in modern society.

I thought that you needed to have common interests, overlapping hobbies, and shared topics to have a good conversation.

That's not how it actually is in real life.

Any hobby or interest is just the surface. The initial topic and the deeper exploration are ultimately about understanding each other's values ​​through communication, learning how the other person handles situations, and their attitudes towards different things. Some people may have completely different interests from yours, but it's still comfortable to chat with them.

Some people have highly overlapping interests and hobbies, making their relationship bumpy and uneven, like driving on unpaved yellow earth, breaking down every three steps.

No one is wrong; it's just a difference in values.

"Brother Weiran, if one day you achieve success and your project becomes a phenomenal hit, what will you do next?"

Bai Weiran tilted his head and pondered for a moment.

“You asked the same question as my boss,” he said.

"Although I think the chances are extremely low, after all, the gaming industry is a fierce battle where thousands die for every general's success, if such an opportunity, equivalent to winning the lottery, really occurs—I have no thoughts about it, I will continue working."

“I have no complaints about my current job. I’m very happy with it. Since it’s already good, I don’t want to change it. Some people think traveling is better, so they should travel. Some people think rural life is better, so they should go to the countryside. I’m already in the state of life that I like the most—ah! Let’s go into this shop and take a look.”

Bai Weiran pointed to the Sisyphus Bookstore on the side of the road.

The bookstore was quiet. As the two walked in, they naturally lowered their voices and didn't talk as frequently as before.

"I plan to buy some books and read them during my annual leave, and at the same time plan for next year's project progress." Bai Weiran held Qin Ning's hand as they strolled through the bookshelves that reached the ceiling, browsing for the books they wanted.

"Not buying online?"

"No, I've been reading too many books online lately, so I want to buy some physical books." Bai Weiran smiled and turned his head, pointing to his eyes.

"Be kind to your eyes. People in this line of work stare at screens all day. I'm afraid they'll age prematurely. How can you play games if you go blind?"

Qin Ning gave an "oh" and stared at his back.

Is it genuine concern about eyesight, or are there other motives?

It's said that woman also reads physical books—

She is yandere, suspicious, and sensitive.

But Bai Weiran would occasionally read physical books.

Qin Ning couldn't tell whether he was acting from his own heart or following in the footsteps of "others".

Unable to find the book, the two walked to a corner. Bai Weiran let go of her hand and searched the bookshelf. Qin Ning watched from the side, a willful and domineering feeling suddenly rising within her. She stretched out her arms to hug Bai Weiran's neck—but found nothing, because Bai Weiran suddenly squatted down and pulled out a four-piece set of books from the bottom shelf.

Qin Ning: …………

Bai Weiran held the book and smiled with satisfaction.

"Great, they have this set here. No wonder it's a bookstore in the city center..."

He was suddenly hugged and slammed against the bookshelf. The girl covered her chest with her hands, and Qin Ning stood on tiptoe in her black stiletto ankle boots.

A child passed by this corner, stared in shock, and ran back to his mother in a flash, muttering to himself.

"Mommy, someone's kissing over there—"

In the corner, the yandere girl grabbed her collar and kissed her discipline committee member fiercely.

The disciplinary committee member was carrying two pounds of ground beef in one hand and a set of "Psychology of Game Design" in the other. He was burdened and powerless to resist.

The yandere young lady is really overthinking things.

The discipline inspector was always thinking about his damn game design job.

When they got home, Da Suo hadn't yet brought over the New Year's dishes that Aunt Chen had lovingly prepared; Mengmeng, on the other hand, was playing with the cat.

Bai Weiran used the excuse of the New Year to ask Qin Ning to bring Friday back for a family reunion. The kitten looked quite different after not seeing it for a few days. It had grown a lot bigger. Because it was eating well and full every day, the kitten had become like a pig. Its fur was shiny and smooth, and its eyes were bright. It looked like a very energetic kitten.

On Friday, it flipped and jumped in the air, stretching out its paws. Mengmeng, holding a spatula, fought with it, and the clanging sounds were endless.

The way a yandere plays with a cat is truly refreshing and unique.

Fortunately, Friday is very strong and is a cat warrior who can fight against yandere.

Qin Ning happily took out the Spring Festival couplets to put up, while Bai Weiran picked up his phone, ready to enter the mission world.

"I will rush back for the New Year's Eve dinner."

They responded and watched him disappear from the spot.

Coincidentally, today is also New Year's Eve, and also the first solo performance of the yandere idol Xiaoxi since her debut.

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Today's update—

Our New Year hasn't arrived yet, but Brother Weiran and the Yandere's New Year has arrived first.

Quickly cast some monthly votes for them to celebrate! (=?ω?)ノ

Don't worry, the Xia sister you've all been longing for is about to return in the dream version.

Chapter Fifty: The Correct Use of Miracles (Part 1)

In the world where Xiaoxi lives, there are also New Year's activities.

During the most important festivals and long holidays of the year, numerous TV stations compete for attention, stages vie for attention, and big names from all walks of life engage in fierce competition.

Xiao hope is certainly no match for established big shots.

But in this world, there is a special stage that remains incredibly popular—【Qingchun】.

【请春】, a homophone for 【青春】, is, as the name suggests, a stage specifically for newcomers who have just debuted.

After applications and reviews from all parties, the newcomers who debuted in the past year were selected to take the stage.

Xiao hope, thanks to being the most talked-about newcomer at the end of the year and having a new agency with incredibly strong backing, also secured a spot to perform on stage.

Backstage was bustling. Xiao hope tilted her head back and let the makeup artist draw her eyeliner. Her long pink hair, reaching her waist, was tied into two ponytails and curled with a curling iron to create a light, fluffy, and soft look. She was so beautiful and cute that all the staff who passed by were amazed, and the other newcomers in the performance were both envious and jealous.

But Xiaoxi couldn't concentrate.

She was wearing headphones, seemingly listening to the song she was going to sing on stage, but she kept opening her eyes and looking around, forcing the makeup artist to remind her not to move, worried that her hand would shake and ruin the makeup.

"I'm sorry," Xiaoxi said, closing her eyes. She picked up her phone and then put it down again.