Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

An Qin spoke three "ifs" in a row, her breath coming in gasps, her face slightly flushed.

"I was lying."

"Actually, I still have doubts even now, whether I should show these paintings to everyone."

"Ah! But I did not question Mr. Bai's judgment. You are such a capable person, and so is Miss Qin, so I believe that your judgment is definitely more correct than mine. I have never questioned you!"

As Anqin spoke, she silently lowered her head, revealing her slender, delicate white nape.

"...That's alright, isn't it?"

She looked over in surprise and saw Bai Weiran looking at her, raising his eyebrows and gently waving a finger in mid-air.

Even lies can become the truth if repeated enough.

"Why don't you try thinking about it from a different perspective—"

"Perhaps this painting is your way of reminding yourself what you plan to do next time you see the same situation, instead of treating these as lies to escape reality, but as a record of the past." He smiled slightly.

"Isn't there a saying? Never forget your original intention. With this painting, you will never forget who you were back then."

An Qin is indecisive and fickle.

But her repetitive nature is different from pure melancholy; it makes people want to help her.

Because she would struggle while wiping away tears, yet she was also indecisive.

And struggled again.

The annoying Yu Yu is someone who is depressed and does nothing.

Anqin wanted to improve herself and kept trying. What arose from her indecisiveness was not selfishness.

She didn't just think about getting better for herself.

The most obvious thing is that she did not paint anything self-serving in any of the paintings in the entire exhibition.

Having many lovers, achieving great success, and living a life of wealth—these are dreams that most people don't have.

She wants to be loved, but she hopes even more that others and the world will be better off.

Even on a table decorated with lively paintings and filled with sumptuous dishes, the girl would not sit in the main seat.

She sat quietly in the corner at the empty dining table, where no one else was around.

Her eyes were deep, but a shy smile played on her lips.

She wasn't good at speaking or attracting attention, but she conveyed the hope that everyone sitting at the table would be happy.

Considering her past experiences, Anqin's kindness is unbelievable.

Kind but without sharp edges, yet yearning to be loved, thus being taken advantage of by others.

You have to say the right thing to the right person. When facing An Qin like this, Bai Weiran's words softened involuntarily.

He doesn't have anyone like An Qin around him, someone who is truly soft-hearted to the core.

He was even a little worried that when the mission ended and he left this world, Anqin might be bullied again.

Even if we forget Cao Shuang, there's still Lin Shuang, Chen Shuang, and Su Shuang.

He remembered reading a famous masterpiece comic a long time ago.

It tells the story of an unlicensed quack doctor with exceptional surgical skills who always charges exorbitant fees for treating all sorts of difficult and complicated diseases.

The plot is brilliant, needless to say, a masterpiece.

But one of the stories about an unlicensed quack doctor suddenly came to his mind.

If there truly were a scalpel that could reach the heart, I would rush to order several dozen of them.

Similarly, although he possesses abilities beyond imagination.

He can build skyscrapers overnight, overturn rivers and seas, spend money like water, become a tycoon, and deal with yandere.

But at this moment he realized the blind spot.

Superpowers cannot change the weaknesses deep within people's hearts.

He sighed, then suddenly reached out and patted An Qin on the shoulder.

Out of a deep sense of pity, regret, and guilt towards her for being too soft-hearted.

People who can be changed in this world all have some rebellious tendencies towards the status quo in their nature.

But Anqin didn't. She was as gentle as water and didn't know how to resist.

Everything he's doing now is to complete the mission as quickly as possible.

But she completely believed that everything he did was for her own good.

He immediately withdrew his hand and looked down at the design drawings.

Anqin, whose head was unexpectedly touched, widened her eyes and instinctively reached out to touch her head.

"Have you all chosen your outfits for the opening day?" Bai Weiran suddenly asked, pulling her out of her reverie.

For her opening appearance, An Qin naturally had to shed her mysterious female painter persona and appear before the public, as first impressions are crucial.

"Oh, well, Miss Qin can wear it, I don't need it, I really don't need it..."

Anqin took a step back in a panic, her right hand involuntarily scratching her left arm, feeling a stinging and itchy sensation there, and hurriedly shook her head repeatedly.

"How can that be? You are the true owner of this art exhibition..."

Bai Weiran looked up and found that An Qin had already run far away with that stack of documents.

"...?"

An Qin ran a long way in one breath, until she reached the stairwell of the emergency escape, where she leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

She lowered her head and reached out to touch the spot on her head where someone had just touched her.

...It feels so strange.

Chapter Thirteen: Prioritizing Trouble Elimination

In the upscale restaurant, a string quartet played softly on stage.

A man and a woman are sitting across from each other at a table.

How did you know this was my favorite restaurant?

The girl with exquisite makeup looked up and smiled, her golden earrings shining brightly.

“…I’m devoted to you.” Cao Shuang smiled, her peach blossom eyes sparkling under the restaurant lights, full of affection.

The girl in front of him was a rich and beautiful woman he had been pursuing for a month or so.

It is the object of his most painstaking efforts and investment so far, and also the one of the highest rank.

Tonight, he plans to begin the sweet harvest.

"...It's not something you can just say with your heart!" the girl teased softly, smiling with pursed lips.

"Then I'll have to prove it to you in other ways."

A girl in love thinks of other romantic things, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Cao Shuang, however, was thinking about the romantic gestures he was hoping for, and smiled.

For a moment, the dinner table was filled with tender affection and mutual love.

Cao Shuang's considerate smile faded only after the girl got up to go to the restroom.

He pulled a small packet of powder from his pocket and quickly poured it into the girl's half-empty champagne glass. He smiled as he watched the powder dissolve in the champagne and disappear completely.

He was just imagining the sweet moments of the evening when he suddenly heard someone say something next to him.

"...Very clever!"

He was startled and looked toward the source of the sound, where he saw a young man standing in the shadows, his expression obscured.

“This powder won’t cause her to completely lose consciousness,” the young man said slowly.

"It just made her feel like she'd had too much to drink; her mood improved, and her head felt dizzy."

“Simple girls can’t distinguish between sex and love. Before she understands what love is, she can get the other person into bed first—by linking the two together and doing it several times, she can create a psychedelic atmosphere of love between them.”

"Since we've already slept together, both of us are at fault. It's a really good tactic. I'll give you a 6."

Cao Shuang squinted and stood up.

"Who are you? This is a private room. How dare you just barge into someone else's room? And what nonsense are you spouting? Get out, or I'll call the manager!"

Cao Shuang's face turned pale and his eyes widened in surprise and uncertainty after his actions were witnessed.

“Sure, call the manager in,” the young man replied with a smile.

"Let him try what's been added to this glass of wine on the table... I'll open the door and call someone for you!"

The young man smiled and opened the door to the private room with a backhand motion, leaving the waiter standing guard at the door stunned.

How come he didn't see this person go in?

"Could you please call the manager for us? There are people doing illegal things here!"

Cao Shuang immediately felt guilty, and when people feel guilty, their voices become louder as they angrily accuse, "...What the hell are you talking about?!"

"...Since I'm talking nonsense, what are you worried about? Hurry up and call the police to arrest me, the person who illegally entered your private room!"

The young man's retort left Cao Shuang speechless.

The waiter's eyes darted between the two of them, and he suddenly became nervous.

What could happen if the police came? I hope nothing goes wrong in my own restaurant.

"No problem, go call someone!" the young man said to the waiter in a friendly manner.

“You see, at least he and I are on the same page. We both think we should call the police... or you can call the manager first and check that glass of champagne on the table.”

The waiter also noticed something was wrong, glanced at Cao Shuang, and hurriedly left.

Cao Shuang smashed the champagne on the ground to destroy the evidence, then rushed up and grabbed the young man by the collar, threatening him menacingly.