Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Qin Ning laughed again.

She had almost believed that Xia Yanle was about to successfully persuade the waiter.

Wash the dishes, woman!

I want to take a picture of you washing the dishes to show Weiran.

Let Weiran know that this so-called genius is nothing special; he might not even be good at washing dishes.

Xia Yanle was not discouraged by the manager's rejection; instead, she gently covered her mouth.

"...How could this be? I can't believe it."

"How about this, I won't ask for change. I'll just take this dress and call it even, okay?"

The manager was stunned when he heard this.

It's truly hard for working people to resist the temptation of such a windfall.

Having seen many customers coming and going in high-end restaurants, I've witnessed outrageous behavior all the time. I know that for truly wealthy people, money really doesn't matter. Maybe it's just some rich girl being capricious and not wanting the clothes she just bought anymore.

The manager and the waiter looked at each other in bewilderment.

Should I steal this windfall or not?

Xia Yanle stopped talking, but simply rested her chin on her hand and smiled.

It's really interesting to break down people's psychological defenses layer by layer.

Anyway, she has no interest in money or these luxury clothes.

It wasn't that she despised money; Xia Yanle herself lived a very frugal and simple life. It was just that she preferred to see these kinds of struggles and troubles. They agreed, and the clothes were used to offset their bill.

They got the money, and she watched with amusement.

Both sides were happy.

She knew the clothes were worth far more than the meal.

Qin Ning had never imagined there was such a way to play cards, and her mind was buzzing.

Qin Ning is willful and capricious, behaving like a spoiled young lady, but she is also a shrewd businesswoman. She prefers a clean transaction and understands the premium on luxury goods. However, what Xia Yanle is doing is clearly not an equal exchange and directly violates her principles.

She disliked this playful attitude towards money.

But Xia Yanle is very casual about money.

Aside from the basic necessities of life, she lives as she pleases, as long as she has enough.

After much hesitation, the manager and waiter both turned their pleading eyes to the fourth person on the scene.

Xia Yanle also looked over and gave a mischievous smile.

Qin Ning felt the hairs on the back of her head stand on end.

She had never been in such an embarrassing situation before.

It was as if all the pressure was coming on to her.

Xia Yanle's eyes seemed to say, "You should persuade them to accept the clothes as payment."

The manager and the waiter's eyes seemed to say, "Please pay, we want the clothes, but we're afraid to."

Since Qin Ning was born, even if she transmigrated to two different worlds, she has only gone from being rich to being extremely rich. When has she ever been questioned about being poor?

That pleading look in her eyes made Qin Ning feel terrible.

But she couldn't possibly speak up for Xia Yanle.

This made it seem like she really didn't have money to pay for the meal—

It's impossible to get Xia Yanle to wash the dishes.

Her small hands trembled slightly, her lips were pursed, she bit her lower lip, and remained silent for more than ten seconds.

She reached into her pretty checkered purse, took out her card, rubbed her forehead with one hand, and pressed the card onto the bill with the other.

Xia Yanle opened her eyes wide, looking completely innocent, and covered her mouth with two fingers.

"How could that be? I said this meal was on me, Qinqin, take it back right now!"

The manager couldn't allow that. With the thorny issue resolved, he pretended not to hear Xia Yanle's words, thanked her profusely, and left with the card.

Qin Ning's second attempt at scheming ended in a disastrous defeat.

She was furious but couldn't express it; her upbringing as a young lady wouldn't allow her to swear and throw tantrums in public.

She was so angry that she couldn't sit still, so she threw down her napkin and stood up.

"I'm going to the restroom."

Xia Yanle, holding a knife and fork, used the pizza and waved happily at her.

"Come back soon, or I'll be very lonely."

After Qin Ning left, there was no one around, and the corner was quiet.

Xia Yanle also stood up, turned around gracefully, and pressed the knife against the back of the neck of the female customer at the next table who was facing away from her. She bent down slightly and spoke gently.

"Little Mingguang, why didn't you say hello when you saw me? I'm so heartbroken!"

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Today's update, yanderes

The yandere father and son are finally going to meet! I love it! (*'▽｀)◇ゞ

Chapter Twenty-Five: Xia Ming and His Son Clash

By sheer coincidence, the music in the restaurant stopped.

The program changed, followed by a few seconds of silence, until the string quintet music resumed—

The girl wearing a green baseball cap suddenly ducked and darted out to the music, as fast as a fleeing antelope.

Xia Yanle whistled, smiled slightly, and clapped while holding the knife.

"As expected of my dear Xiaomingguang, he is so outstanding. I am so touched."

She hid behind a veneered wooden pillar, peeking out half her face. Her two-colored pupils trembled, and her voice became soft and thin with fright.

"...It's you? How could it be?"

"Hmm...why not?" Xia Yanle smiled and tilted her head.

"When you've eliminated all the impossible scenarios, the one that's left is the truth no matter what, right?"

Xia Yanle had a vague feeling that something was wrong from the moment she and Qin Ning left the house.

Someone is monitoring Mr. Weiran's residence.

Of all the people she knew, only one had both the reason and the ability.

Xia Yanle pretended to be completely unaware and continued to focus on Qin Ning.

She orchestrated everything that just happened, with the aim of making Miss Qin leave in anger.

After reuniting with Mingguang after many years, it was only natural to have a good chat.

Mingguang raised all alert levels to the highest level, keeping a close eye on Xia Yanle.

"...Where is Xiao Ran?"

She had been keeping an eye on him for several days after she slipped back, but she hadn't seen him.

Just before Mingguang returned, Bai Weiran had already entered Mengmeng's world.

Besides Qin Ning and Mengmeng's obstruction, there was another unexpected reason why Mingguang was delayed in returning.

On her way home, she encountered an elderly woman who was trying to scam her way out of a car accident.

It's a very common tactic; someone helps you out and then gets extorted.

The old lady originally intended to demand exorbitant compensation from Mingguang, but upon seeing that Mingguang was good-looking, had an innocent and carefree temperament, and was dressed in clothes that suggested he was from a humble background, the old lady who wanted to extort money changed her mind and started to have a more elaborate scheme.

She pretended to coax Mingguang into going back to her home, intending to force Mingguang to accept her son, a shut-in who was more than a decade older than Mingguang.

Unfortunately, they messed with the wrong person this time. Mingguang was no ordinary person; the conman and his mother couldn't even touch a hair on her head. She smashed the cheap tabletop in two with one punch, then easily and violently renovated it, turning the conman and his mother's home from a simple, decorated house back into a bare shell. Finally, she kicked down the door and left.

The elderly woman who was swindling and her son were so frightened that they hugged each other, their faces pale, and dared not utter a sound.

In the face of superior combat power, deception is utterly worthless.

Evil people can be tormented by yandere traits.

Because of this delay, when Mingguang rushed home, Bai Weiran and the others had already left. Mingguang thought that Bai Weiran was hiding nearby, so he searched the mountains and fields for several days in a hurry before finally coming over after confirming that no one was there.

At this time, Bai Weiran had already asked for leave from the company and entered the Mengmeng World—a perfect coincidence.

Faced with Mingguang's questioning, Xia Yanle just smiled and beat around the bush.

"Do you think I have to answer your question just because you asked it, Xiao Mingguang?"

"What do you mean, 'freeloader'? I'm not a teacher who took your tuition; I have no obligation to answer your questions."

Xia Yanle's laughter made Mingguang instantly bristle like a cat.

The terror that once dominated my memories has resurfaced.

She couldn't help but shiver.

But within this fear a stubborn will also arises.

This is what yanderes are like: living with fear, facing challenges head-on, and fear only excites them more.

She darted forward, swiftly pulled out the snow-white tablecloth from under the next table, her movements so quick that the cups, plates, teacups, and vases on it remained completely untouched.

With a flick of her wrist, the tablecloth unfurled, resembling a full moon with wavy edges, and fell directly towards Xia Yanle's head.

Mingguang was still afraid.

Subconsciously, her fear could not be eliminated.

Xia Yanle's strategy was very effective, and it planted a seed in her mind.

Mingguang was unaware of this psychological manipulation; she was simply instinctively trying to subdue Xia Yanle.