Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Qin Ning's face immediately turned red. She reached out and pinched his ear, her movements like a shrew, her tone coquettish.

"That's mine. Why are you using my things as a reward for me?"

Once there's a first time, there will be many more.

Since she started having sex, Qin Ning has been particularly obsessed with it, pestering him every day and making every night an adult night.

The rabbit sprinted across the finish line, but once it started, it couldn't stop, exploring every possible pose.

“Humans aren’t things,” he corrected her.

"You are mine, why should I reward myself with my own person?"

They chatted and joked for a while, and then Qin Ning leaned on his shoulder and murmured to him about the preparations for the opening reception.

Qin Ning is in charge of management, which is reassuring.

The miracle gallery built overnight is enough of a gimmick.

An Qin is an artistic genius, that's acknowledged; otherwise, Cao Shuang wouldn't have been able to use the income from her paintings to pretend to be a wealthy young man.

After thinking it over, he focused his attention on An Qin.

He did all these things to let Anqin see more possibilities in the world.

But over the past few days, based on his observation, An Qin only showed surprise in her eyes and did not show any ambition.

She was mostly pushed around by them, passive and compliant.

He was surrounded by people who were all incredibly insightful.

Ideas lead to conflict, discussion, debate, brainstorming, and sparks of inspiration.

An Qin, with her gentle nature, was the type of person he had never associated with before.

The creative industries need this kind of person the least.

He wished Guoguo were here.

Guoguo always gives him great advice.

Now that the kind old lady is gone, I have to rely on myself.

Bai Weiran was somewhat disappointed, not expecting that An Qin's attitude would change drastically the very next day.

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The next morning, as soon as he woke up in his room, he smelled a fragrance.

He followed the scent with surprise and found An Qin busy in the kitchen, running around like a little bee that never stops.

The table was already laden with a sumptuous breakfast: bread, salad, crispy bacon and ham, as if it were a hotel's exclusive breakfast served here.

"...?"

The three of them lived in a small, dark room. He had initially built a kitchen and dining area, complete with neat kitchen utensils and tableware.

But so far he has only used it five times.

At first, they did this thinking of saving money and being self-sufficient.

But after he cooked for two or three days, Qin Ning looked troubled and swallowed with some difficulty.

The young lady is used to delicacies, and she can only eat his cooking because she likes it.

But no one can change themselves for someone else their whole life.

Qin Ning is still picky about food.

Eating it occasionally is fine, but eating it at every meal is not.

Although she didn't say it, Bai Weiran could tell, and readily agreed to order takeout from a restaurant outside.

With enough points redeemed, one can afford to eat at upscale restaurants every day, instantly transforming from frugality to luxury.

He stopped doing it himself after that.

This kitchen has been left unused ever since.

Unexpectedly, An Qin took the initiative to break the seal.

An Qin placed the golden-brown, soft omelet onto a plate, then turned and saw Bai Weiran.

With a hint of nervousness on her face, she laughed awkwardly, placed the plate of egg rolls on the table, gripped her apron with both hands, and avoided looking at anyone, her gaze darting around the table.

"...I thought it wasn't good to always eat takeout, so I made...I made breakfast..."

He stammered because he was nervous.

"Because Mr. Bai, you've all worked so hard lately..."

"If...if you're willing to eat..."

For the first time, An Qin did not passively accept their kindness, but actively extended goodwill.

Bai Weiran was quite surprised. His gaze swept over the sumptuous breakfast and finally landed on An Qin's hands.

She had several red marks on her hands from being burned by hot oil. When she realized he had seen them, she hurriedly hid her hands behind her back.

Judging from the dishes on the table, she is a very good cook, but she probably hasn't cooked in a long time, and her rustiness has hurt her.

After all, it was clear from the first time we met that she lived in a dilapidated little attic, where there was no space for her to cook.

He would eat some cookies and bread every day to fill his stomach, and focus solely on drawing.

Seeing that Bai Weiran remained silent, An Qin felt uneasy.

Do they not want to eat? Or do they not like the food, or is it not cooked to their liking?

But she had observed their breakfast habits very carefully.

Mr. Bai is not picky, and Ms. Qin likes these things.

Touched by what they did for her, Anqin accepted the two of them and wanted to repay their kindness tenfold.

So these past two days she's been desperately trying to think of what she can do for Bai and Qin.

After thinking it over, they realized they had everything they needed except for ordering takeout for all three meals.

She happens to be a good cook.

So I secretly got up early in the morning and busied myself making breakfast for them.

Just like when she liked her senior, she would draw pictures of him with all her might.

And now she... likes these two people, so she's desperately trying to do things for them.

Because she knows nothing else besides these.

If they don't like it...

An Qin bit her lip, her expression darkening.

...Well, it wasn't their fault; it was all their own fault.

She was getting nervous when she saw the young man take a step forward, place his hands on the back of the dining chair, raise his eyebrows, survey the table, and give her a thumbs up.

"...That's fantastic."

"Actually, I'm tired of eating restaurant takeout every day."

At first, takeout is novel, but after eating it a lot, you'll find that you're still eating from the same few places over and over again.

He saw An Qin's eyes widen in surprise, and he gave her a gentle, humorous smile.

To be honest, he hasn't had anyone offer to cook for him in a long time.

I've never had that back in my hometown.

Parents in other people's homes prepare three meals a day for their children.

For parents who tend to forget their children, marriage is a sweet and happy occasion, while children are secondary.

Sometimes he felt that his parents really brought him and his sister into the world for the sake of being the "crystallization of love".

The fruit of their love proves that he and Shimo are witnesses to their love.

She used to cook for her younger sister at home, but after moving out to live independently, she started cooking for herself.

It's been a long time since I've woken up to a table full of delicious breakfast.

He leaned against the back of the chair and looked at it, then sighed.

I'm really too harsh on people.

Having worked in the workplace for a long time, he has always judged people based on their work ability.

Anqin is weak, doesn't know how to express her opinions, is indecisive, and is inexplicably stubborn.

At first, he didn't really like this personality.

After spending time together, he realized that weakness is part of human nature and has its advantages.

He then smiled slightly at An Qin.

Chapter Ten, she secretly glanced at it.

Bai Weiran's smile put An Qin, who was watching his reaction intently, at ease, and she smiled along with him.

When the girl with tea-colored hair wasn't smiling, her face looked rather plain, but when she smiled, she was exceptionally gentle, like a white lily blooming by the riverbank.

But she quickly stopped smiling, hurriedly lowered her head, and once again used the ground as Bai Weiran's face, speaking to the ground.

"That's...that's great..."

"I just didn't expect you to be such a good cook," Bai Weiran said.

The mission materials he remembered did not mention this characteristic of Anqin.

This whole breakfast table, even before we've eaten it, looks and smells delicious.

When An Qin was praised, she immediately tilted her head back and smiled at him with a simple, honest smile, her happiness written all over her face.

"...I've always enjoyed doing it."