Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Qin Ning respects An Qin, but that doesn't mean she understands An Qin.

Because she knew clearly that she didn't have that strong a desire to create something.

Even so, Qin Ning's upbringing prevented her from showing the slightest impatience.

Her two small hands were placed politely on her lap, and she leaned forward slightly. Her long, black hair cascaded down her face, and she listened quietly to An Qin's words.

Once An Qin stopped and the matter was settled, Qin Ning nodded.

“I think this is a great starting point.”

His tone was polite but not overly courteous, and his demeanor was arrogant yet respectful.

Looking at Qin Ning like this, An Qin suddenly laughed.

She suddenly threw down her paintbrush, reached out, and before Qin Ning could react, grasped Qin Ning's hand. She held Qin Ning's small hand in both of her own, her fingers incredibly soft, making it feel so comfortable and sweet to hold, that one couldn't bear to pull away.

“…That’s wonderful…” she lowered her eyelashes and exclaimed softly.

"Miss Qin, you are so cute and beautiful."

"I felt that way when I massaged you yesterday. You're so beautiful, there's not a single flaw on your body. When the gods created you, they must have especially favored you—"

The conversation took an abrupt turn, leaving Qin Ning completely bewildered, her astonishment written all over her face.

But she did not pull her hand away.

An Qin was too gentle and harmless, and she didn't even think of resisting at first, so she just let her hold her.

There was no jealousy, no flattery, only a kind and harmless expression, pure and innocent eyes, and some unconventional remarks.

You could sense that every word she spoke came from the bottom of her heart; she appreciated beautiful things and offered sincere praise.

"Not only is she beautiful, but she's also very polite," An Qin continued, her eyes behind her glasses full of admiration.

"Intelligent, upright, and respectful of others."

Qin Ning had heard these kind words many times before.

But what Anqin said made her feel very comfortable, like a gentle breeze.

The haughty young lady was immediately pleased, raised her delicate chin, and accepted it without any hesitation.

"Yes, of course."

An Qin's smile deepened, her eyes became profound, and the glint in her eyes disappeared.

But she quickly lowered her head.

"I think I hear a noise outside," Anqin said softly.

"Has Mr. Bai gotten up?"

Upon hearing Bai Weiran's name, Qin Ning immediately became restless. She hurriedly stood up and rushed out, her soft, beige shawl draped lightly over her shoulders.

Behind Qin Ning, the tea-haired girl tilted her head.

Seriously, that's amazing!

Hey, Miss Qin, you are also one of his creations.

Before our conversation last night, I thought Mr. Bai was just another distant idol.

A person who is admirable, respected, loved, and wanted to be followed.

But after last night, I started to feel that he was different.

This person, who once shared the same feelings as me, created such a wonderful work by Ms. Qin.

Although he doesn't think so, neither do you.

But that's how it seems to me.

He cured you.

I like Miss Qin from the bottom of my heart.

I genuinely love Mr. Bai's works.

I... am also genuinely curious about the person who could create such a wonderful work.

Mr. Bai, have you found all the answers?

The longing for a non-existent, unwavering relationship.

An uncontrollable urge to be kind to others, to keep them by your side, yet a deep fear of hurting them—have you found the answer to this unhealthy obsession?

Chapter 20 is even better this way, isn't it?

The art exhibition will soon be open to the public.

To maintain an air of mystery, the gallery was set up with all the curtains drawn, completely enclosing the space and preventing outsiders from getting a peek.

Bai Weiran looked out through the gap in the heavy curtains and saw that the area below was already packed with people.

The surge was even greater than the crowds that packed the Forbidden City in City B during the National Day holiday.

He glanced at it, then left the window, fastening his suit cufflinks as he walked downstairs.

An Qin, as the host of the art exhibition, made a formal appearance.

Qin Ning, who was in charge of planning and strategizing the entire art exhibition, also served as the main speaker.

They are getting dressed.

Qin Ning, of course, wouldn't let him off the hook either.

Qin Ning has the heart of a little girl who loves beauty.

—I like to play dress-up games and will change people's clothes whenever I get the chance.

He was indifferent to dressing up, but he had no resistance to her being both arrogant and coquettish in her way of pestering him.

He still remembers the day he tried on the clothes. Qin Ning, holding the clothes, was like a happy little dove, flitting around in the fitting room full of all kinds of clothes, pulling all sorts of clothes off the hangers and holding them up to him.

When she's happy, she laughs and acts cute.

"Brother Weiran, wear this. It looks good on you."

"Wearing this is my lifelong request."

She throws clothes she doesn't like onto the sofa, pouting and wrinkling her nose, clearly showing her disdain.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, how dare you bring out such ugly clothes for my brother Weiran to wear?"

She's both cool and arrogant, and her willful attitude isn't annoying at all.

That day, he satisfied Qin Ning's desires for at least thirty-seven lifetimes just by changing clothes.

Finally, she chose a silver-gray suit, the cut of which made her look tall and straight. She also combed her hair back and fixed it in place. Even the cufflinks were personally selected by Qin Ning, they were green jade cufflinks.

He buttoned his cufflinks and went upstairs to the second floor, where Qin Ning and An Qin were changing and getting ready.

Men are always quicker to get ready; he planned to wait for them outside.

Qin Ning has a proud and aloof personality. Even if he doesn't wait for her, she won't get angry. At most, she'll pout and say a few unhappy words, scolding him for being unromantic.

But as long as you wait for her outside, when she comes out and sees you, Qin Ning will happily rush over and hug you.

"Am I pretty, Brother Weiran?!"

My eyes were filled with starlight, it was so beautiful.

But when he arrived at the locker room door, he found that someone was already waiting there.

It's Anqin.

She leaned against the door, looking up at the crystal chandelier in the high-ceilinged hall in front of her, her eyes unblinking.

Wearing a light lotus root pink dress, the pale pink perfectly complemented Anqin's complexion, making her look especially gentle. The dress was elegantly and simply cut, with the length extending past her knees, highlighting her slender and graceful figure. Her hair was styled up, adorned not with any jewelry or hair clips, but with a fresh lily.

Hearing footsteps, An Qin paused and turned to look in Bai Weiran's direction.

With her glasses removed, her entire face was exposed to the light, gleaming and radiant, not like a gemstone, but rather with a jelly-like texture.

Bai Weiran was taken aback.

Anqin usually wears dark long-sleeved shirts, either black, dark blue, or dark brown. Any one of them would be suitable for attending a memorial service.

I changed my outfit today and I look like a completely different person.

It possesses an indescribable classical elegance.

Classic elegance, introverted and reserved, intertwined with her own gentle and soft nature, form a very unique personal temperament.

This kind of temperament isn't something you can fake by just standing there and posing for a photo.

It can be seen from her many small gestures.

They never fully raise their heads when looking at people, their expressions are docile and they avoid eye contact.

When she smiles, she doesn't show her teeth, but rather shyly, with a joyful smile in her eyes.

"...Mr. Bai?"

"Okay, I'll come and wait for you."

Anqin smiled.

"You're here to wait for Miss Qin, right? She's inside; you'll have to wait a bit longer."

The seemingly normal conversation made Bai Weiran fall silent for a few seconds.

Because An Qin was talking to the pillar next to him and politely pointed to the door of the changing room, she didn't notice anything unusual.

"Mr. Bai, if you don't want to wait outside, you can come in and take a look. I'm just feeling bored inside and want to come out for a stroll and get some fresh air."

"...Where are your glasses?" he asked her in return.

"……what?"

When asked the question, the girl with brown hair looked innocent and subconsciously reached out to push up her glasses, only to find nothing on her face. She then realized that she didn't have her glasses.

"Oh right, Miss Qin said I don't look good in glasses."