Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"…………Yes."

There was something they hadn't discussed: what Wu Ji planned to do after meeting Chen Li in the mission world.

"Do you want to tell me?" Bai Weiran asked again.

He wasn't trying to get an answer from the question.

No matter what choice Wu Ji makes, he will support him.

But to support them regardless is not the same as to ignore them.

Bai Weiran still wanted to show concern.

I care, but it's his freedom to say whether or not to. That's what a good friend does.

Wu Ji swished his wine and smiled slightly.

"Young Master Bai, there's a big difference between the cultivation world and the urban world. Can you guess what it is?"

"...Hint: It's related to people."

Bai Weiran found it amusing and sat up straight.

Xx

Bai Weiran asked the taxi driver to take him to two intersections away because he wanted to walk alone for a while to sober up.

The moon is very round; it's perfect for a walk.

Thinking about his last conversation with Wu Ji.

Wu Ji seems heartless.

This phrase "heartless" has a double meaning.

He is indeed more suited to the world of cultivation or ancient Chinese style.

He paused for a moment as soon as he stepped out of the elevator. There was a small, huddled figure in front of the door, hugging her knees, pouting. She turned around, saw him, looked aggrieved, and immediately started complaining.

"Xiao Ran, boohoo, my mommy, my mommy is calling me home again—!"

Bai Weiran changed to a surprised expression.

"Why are you being rushed again? What's going on? Come on, let's go inside and talk."

He welcomed the light into the house with composure, but on Friday, as soon as he saw a stranger, he disappeared in a flash.

"Would you like some tea?" he asked her, his tone and manner very friendly.

Mingguang looked at Bai Weiran, sniffed, and nodded.

I had to drink a large cup of Maojian tea to calm down.

Bai Weiran listened to her speak with a serious expression, but his heart remained indifferent.

He has been cultivating a superficially good relationship with Mingguang lately.

He would greet her warmly when he saw her, borrow some soy sauce from her when he was out of stock, occasionally go over to admire and comment on her new dance moves, and even help her call a property management worker to fix her protruding wooden floor.

They got along very well, and everyone who saw them said that a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative.

Mingguang's stalker behavior stabilized.

Because her mindset in this regard is like that of a child, and with her past experiences and the life story she herself has provided, Bai Weiran has a precise grasp of the situation.

Recently, Mingguang's parents have been hoping that she would go back home. At first, Mingguang tried to appease them, but later they started making a scene and refused to go back, which created a tense situation between them.

Bai Weiran acted as a peacemaker, initially trying to mediate and standing on Mingguang's side, feeling indignant on her behalf.

"Indeed, you're not a child anymore, you should have your own life."

"You can try talking to them again. They're just worried about you, and I believe they can understand."

This continued for some time, and today he was ready to close the net.

As Mingguang complained as usual, his eyes pleading for Bai Weiran's support and approval, Bai Weiran suddenly straightened up and his face darkened.

"Then that's where you're wrong, Hikaru."

"………………!?"

“I used to think your adoptive parents just missed you temporarily and were looking for an excuse to get you to go back, so I was on your side. But now it seems that even after a long time they are still urging you. This is no joke. You should go back and see them.”

"Whether it's a real illness or a fake one, it's your responsibility to fulfill it."

Mingguang's face turned pale as he was being spoken to.

"But I, but I—"

Bai Weiran continued to administer strong medication.

"I have a very good relationship with my family, Xiaoguang, I haven't hidden this from you."

"One of my criteria for choosing friends is how they handle their relationships with their families."

“If your adoptive parents bully or abuse you, then as your friend, I will definitely support you in not going back.”

"But now they just miss you, want to see you, and have been begging you for so long, but you stubbornly refuse to go back. The way you treat your family makes me very..."

Bai Weiran didn't finish speaking, but a look of disappointment appeared in his eyes.

Mingguang caught it and panicked, not knowing what to do.

"No, Xiaoran, I didn't..."

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Chao's Backstab (3K)

Mingguang was anxious to explain, while Bai Weiran's eyes were deep and devoid of light.

Yandere are essentially people who lack love.

Their thirst for love is greater than that of others.

This inherent quality doesn't only manifest in romantic relationships.

The same applies to family members.

Mingguang was mistreated and looked down upon as a child, and was born as if he were an "organ bank".

Both his innate nature and acquired habits made Mingguang's yandere and aggressive behavior unusual even at a young age.

But Mingguang was lucky; she later met a pair of kind adoptive parents.

The unconditional care and love that Mingguang receives from his adoptive parents can also lead him to become deeply dependent on them.

Bai Weiran then started from this point, playing the family card.

"I didn't neglect them, Xiaoran, really!" Mingguang explained hastily, his eyes brimming with tears.

"I haven't seen you for so long, and we've finally met again. Does Xiaoran really want me to leave?"

Bai Weiran laughed, "How could that be? I think the exact opposite of what you think. You're overthinking it."

"...?"

"My thought is that since we've already met again, there's plenty of time in the future, so there's no rush."

He laughed and refilled her cup with Maojian tea.

"I consider you a friend, and you still don't trust me?"

"Of course I'm happy to have so many new and old friends gathered here. Besides, you're just going home to see your parents and put their minds at ease. What's there to be sad about? Is this a matter of life and death?"

"You're overthinking it. You're making things too serious. Relax—"

If Mingguang goes back, he will naturally have a backup plan for her, making it impossible for her to return even if she wants to.

It's a good thing to let her stay with her kind and gentle adoptive parents, surrounded by love.

"I'm really looking forward to bringing you some local specialties when you come back," he added cheerfully.

Mingguang was taken aback by his sudden change from serious to relaxed.

He sipped the scalding hot Maojian tea and made a soft "hmm" sound.

"Xiao Ran's words make sense..."

It seems she has no reason not to go back.

If Xiao Ran were still resistant to her, she would indeed be afraid that Xiao Ran would run away and disappear, and would keep a close eye on her. But now Xiao Ran is fine. She sees her with a smile every day, and will stand up for her when she is upset, and make her tea.

Mingguang felt much better after thinking about it. He wiped away his tears and finished his second cup of tea.

She looked up and smiled sheepishly, as if she had just thought of something.

"Xiao Ran, do you still remember our old tea-drinking habits?"

Bai Weiran raised an eyebrow.

Of course I remember everything, being imprisoned and locked up by you, having to play house with you.

The tea-brewing method he was particular about was taught to him by Mingguang. At that time, Mingguang wandered around in the mountains every day. There was an old potter living alone. Mingguang would hide next to him every day and keep a human observation diary. The old man's tea-brewing technique was very good, and Mingguang memorized it all.

But she didn't actually do it herself; she just talked the talk but instructed Xiao Weiran, who had been kidnapped, to do it.

Bai Weiran had been drinking house with friends hundreds of times; it was practically ingrained in his DNA.

One talks, the other does; the one who does learns everything, but the one who talks can only talk.

Mingguang held his teacup and let out a long sigh.

"Xiao Ran, our childhood... those are such wonderful memories, aren't they?"

Bai Weiran: ………………?

It depends on whose perspective you're interpreting that; he didn't think so.

But he didn't refute it. He just turned around to add hot water, brewed the tea leaves again, and then, as if chatting casually, shared with Mingguang about his and Wu Ji's trip to the bar.

As a dancer, Mingguang is actually very self-disciplined and never drinks alcohol.

That day on the boat, she just watched Bai Weiran order what he ordered and followed suit, without intending to drink anything.

Mingguang listened with great interest to Bai Weiran's stories about the bar owner and other customers, and to Wu Ji's rambling and witty remarks, forgetting his earlier troubles.

Bai Weiran had just seen Mingguang off when Nana came out of the bedroom carrying Friday.