Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Pushing open the door, you see a girl with tea-colored hair sitting on the balcony, an easel set up, painting.

Wearing a dark long shirt with slightly rolled-up cuffs, she sat in the sunlight, her long hair simply braided.

Hearing Qin Ning's footsteps, she didn't react immediately, but waited until her hand finished drawing the stroke before turning around.

He smiled at Qin Ning, his demeanor gentle and mild, just as he always had.

"Miss Qin is awake? Breakfast is on the table." The voice was soft and gentle, as if afraid of offending someone, like bubbles in water.

Qin Ning hummed in agreement.

At first, she was wary of An Qin.

As time went by, this mindset gradually softened.

It's really too weak.

Weak and pitiful.

Anqin was very docile; she would listen to whatever she was told.

It wasn't the kind of outward compliance but inward defiance; she could clearly feel that An Qin was genuinely obedient to her words.

Anqin is happy to listen to her own requests, and she is genuinely happy to carry them out.

No reward is needed; just a smile from her is enough to make Anqin happier than anything else.

She is soft and gentle, both inside and out.

If she also develops an interest in Wei Ran, then she should at least show some hostility towards me.

She will definitely catch it, and in the shortest amount of time, strike her hard.

But there was nothing there.

"How are you feeling today?" Anqin asked her, her expression gentle and calm.

Qin Ning didn't realize it for a moment, and blinked her charming cat-like eyes.

How do you feel today after yesterday's massage?

Qin Ning immediately understood.

She was truly exhausted these days.

She was busy working at the gallery during the day, but she couldn't bear to sleep at night.

I'm so obsessed with clinging to Brother Weiran at night.

They crave the novelty of opening a new world for their bodies.

However, working day and night like this, she wasn't a superhuman with the system's favor, and eventually she felt exhausted.

Qin Ning is someone who usually enjoys life.

In the modern world, it's common to regularly go to beauty salons for treatments and massages.

Having arrived in a new world, all the massages and skincare treatments she used to go to were gone. She was also unwilling to temporarily find some unfamiliar beauty salons for treatments, so she just silently endured it.

Unable to resist any longer, feeling the discomfort like a cat scratching itself, it whine and begged Bai Weiran to massage it for it.

The way the straight man did it... well, it was just so-so.

Just being held by someone you like, their fingers gliding across your skin, each touch becomes an intimate foreplay, causing your body temperature to rise uncontrollably.

Often, she would eventually lose her temper, jump up, pin the person down on the bed, and then twist the truth and make false accusations.

"It's all Weiran's fault!! You didn't press it properly."

As a result... my lower back ached even more before the massage was even finished.

Anqin noticed her fatigue and offered to give her a massage.

Yesterday, while I was massaging her, she fell asleep and didn't even notice when Weiran came back.

Qin Ning moved her arms and felt relaxed all over.

The physical comfort made her smile at An Qin.

"Great, thank you."

The bright young girl's smile was both arrogant and adorable; her cat-like eyes sparkled, and her supple limbs stretched out, exuding an indescribable ease and freedom.

An Qin smiled too, but when she looked down, the reflection from her glasses obscured her eyes.

"I'm glad Miss Qin likes it. I'll give Miss Qin massages again in the future." His tone was soft and gentle, full of pure goodwill.

Qin Ning readily accepted the proposal.

Anqin was truly much more adorable than everyone else she had met.

Anqin is such a good girl.

As she was thinking, she walked behind An Qin and found that An Qin was painting a picture that she had never seen before.

"…Huh? What's this…?"

Have you found the answers in Chapter Nineteen?

Qin Ning watched An Qin paint for quite a while.

She immediately realized that this work was different from her previous works.

Anqin's past paintings all featured young girls as the main characters, with the girls facing the picture.

All sorts of scenes are shrouded in a faint sense of loneliness and healing.

In this new painting, the main subject is no longer facing the viewer; she has her back to the viewer.

She walked into an exhibition with her hands behind her back.

A red carpet unfolded beneath her feet as she walked down an elegant corridor lined with paintings on both walls.

But many of the picture frames are still completely white.

Only one picture frame contained a blurry figure, a young girl.

Qin Ning felt that the girl looked somewhat familiar.

Unlike before, although the colors used in the painting maintained An Qin's usual style, the girl in the frame was painted with completely different colors and brushstrokes.

Qin Ning couldn't help but stare at the girl in the painting.

Anqin noticed her gaze, turned to the easel, picked up her brush, and continued to paint on the canvas.

“…I remember the first time I went to an art exhibition.” She said slowly, her eyes fixed on the canvas for a moment.

"That was the first time I saw an art exhibition, and I was really moved."

Qin Ning crossed her arms and sat down next to her.

"...Was that art exhibition really that great?"

An Qin smiled upon hearing this.

"Yes, it's a wonderful art exhibition."

"But unlike what Miss Qin thought, what attracted me to the art exhibition was not just the artworks."

Qin Ning was stunned for a moment.

If it's not a work of art, then what is it?

Before she could even ask, An Qin had already given her a smiling glance.

"Works are all created by the creators and contain aspects of the creators' inner world."

Anqin gently held one end of the pen in front of her, without leaning it against her.

The brush tip was stained with bright red paint, creating a stark contrast with her pale lips. Her round glasses reflected the light, and through a gap in the middle, one could see her smiling eyes.

"What I admire is the creator's inner world."

"This is another little secret of mine, which I'm only telling Miss Qin."

"I can always easily see the creator's heart in a person's work."

Qin Ning's surprised mouth opened slightly.

She knew Anqin's talent.

Knowing that Anqin can clearly and comprehensively grasp a person's preferences and choices by observing their life circumstances, without needing to spend much time with them, including but not limited to one aspect.

But Qin Ning never expected that An Qin could use this talent in reverse.

Anqin can see a creator through their works.

“Miss Qin, do you know that everyone’s choices involve their own subjectivity, and this is especially true for creative work?” An Qin turned her brush back to the picture and slowly and leisurely painted the red carpet in the picture.

"Creation reflects the entirety of the creator's humanity."

“I was indeed captivated by those works at the time, but I admired the creator even more.”

"...I idolized that female painter. I read through her biography and all the news I could find, and finally decided to become a painter—striving to get into art school."

"Before this art exhibition, I was just someone who simply liked to paint, someone who only knew how to paint my fantasies in my paintings. It was after this art exhibition that I found a new goal in life."

"I like the work first, and then I like the creator."

As Anqin spoke, she smiled shyly, like a little girl delighted to share a secret.

Qin Ning didn't show much emotion on her face; she just smiled politely.

Qin Ning is a pragmatic person with a down-to-earth business personality; she never had romantic ideas like An Qin.

More often than not, Qin Ning considers the market and profits as her ultimate goals when making decisions.

It's really simple, unpretentious, and boring.

Qin Ning enjoys the business world.

She prefers to master business tactics, strategize, and engage in strategic maneuvering.

As for realism and romanticism, Qin Ning doesn't think one is superior to the other; they are simply different goals and ideals.