Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

There were even cheat sheets prepared on stage just in case.

Even with such thorough preparation, Anqin still behaved like a primary school student forced to recite a text on stage.

She looked down at her cheat sheet, hesitant and stammering, her face flushed.

"Thank you all... for coming to this... art exhibition..."

"I hope everyone... can be well... and enjoy themselves..."

Although it was vastly different from Qin Ning's speech, her timid and cowardly demeanor still moved the audience to pity.

Everyone applauded, and some even cheered her on.

"No problem, we'll enjoy it."

"Can't wait to see the other paintings in the exhibition!?"

"...Will all the paintings on display today be available for sale?"

The atmosphere was quite harmonious for a moment, and An Qin blushed and stepped back.

She walked up to Qin Ning and Bai Weiran.

Qin Ning was holding Bai Weiran's arm.

An Qin did not walk to Bai Weiran's other side.

She smiled gently and walked to Qin Ning's other side, her eyes lowered and gentle, her gaze like water.

Despite her submissive demeanor, the young man's eyes narrowed and he sighed.

Bai Weiran began to doubt whether his initial actions were a mistake.

Qin Ning and An Qin have spent too much time together.

It grew long enough for An Qinrou to overcome the strong.

This gentle, tender approach is exactly the kind of tactic that the proud and aloof Qin Ning falls for.

Judging from what happened on the balcony just now, Qin Ning, such an arrogant person, was initially furious when she met An Qin. But with just a few words from An Qin, she was like a blazing fire that was extinguished without a trace by water.

Even a rational person like myself is finding it hard to resist An Qin's gentle approach, let alone Qin Ning.

Qin Ning appears arrogant, but in reality, she possesses a sheltered, pampered air, like a young lady from a wealthy family. Beneath her surface, she appears calculating, but deep down, she harbors a romantic naiveté.

She is particularly susceptible to unconditional kindness from others.

An Qin was practically dancing on Qin Ning's weak spot.

If An Qin has bad intentions, then he still has something to say and can intervene.

But An Qin is a kind person through and through.

Even he was out of options.

We could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything about it.

Bai Weiran was annoyed, while Qin Ning secretly glanced at him with her charming cat-like eyes, revealing an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Anqin has indeed consistently shown her support through her actions.

Anqin will completely obey what she says—

Compared to that blue-eyed woman who was like a natural enemy, there was also Mengmeng, who was sneaking around on the track.

One-on-one is very difficult.

This relates to her desire to have more of Weiran's life to herself.

The most important question now is who will gain the upper hand in this war.

fair?

These two characters have never appeared in Qin Ning's dictionary.

Brother Weiran is just one person, and his life is only so long. If others take up more time, he will have less.

Now is not the time to be angry or hold grudges.

She will definitely try every means to get more.

It's no longer a leisurely race.

She needs reinforcements—

Anqin is undoubtedly an attractive option.

"Miss Qin Ning, I'm right here beside you."

“I’m different from them. I support you wholeheartedly.”

Qin Ning continued to think things through methodically in her mind, her cat-like eyes sparkling.

An Qin lowered her eyes and smiled, following their steps carefully down the spiral staircase.

No creator can refuse their own work.

Especially your favorite works.

Anqin covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

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The three of them walked down the steps and into the crowd.

The audience immediately swarmed forward, with the reporters at the front snapping photos and bombarding them with questions, their faces beaming with excitement.

The world needs gimmicks the most.

The fact that a tycoon spent a fortune to build the Miracle Gallery overnight is enough to create a sensation.

Inside the breathtaking exhibition hall, three young men and women, as beautiful as paintings, make their appearance.

And then there's that painting that immediately catches the eye when it's displayed in the lobby.

This is not just a gimmick; it can also attract traffic and demonstrates real strength.

Regardless of the quality of the other paintings, once this one is exhibited, there's no doubt it will be on tomorrow's front page.

When the reporters swarmed forward, Bai Weiran took a step back and hid behind them.

He held the champagne served by the waiter and turned to look at the painting in the stairwell.

The girl held the heart and smiled as she reached out her hand to him.

Anyone who looks at this painting will have a certain feeling.

It's as if you're only looking at someone outside the painting, laughing wholeheartedly.

This is indeed the kind of crazy state that only a yandere would exhibit.

He thought, no wonder these reporters are so crazy; the world desperately needs this kind of emotional appeal.

There are two human weaknesses that are most touching.

To win against the strong with the weak, and to gain without effort.

There's a sarcastic saying that goes something like this—

A safe haven, but everyone in this world wants to find shelter from the storm; nobody wants to be the harbor.

An Qin's paintings precisely target this mentality of wanting something for nothing.

There is someone who treats you unconditionally well.

But at the same time, viewers can also sense a chilling feeling from this painting.

That stemmed from Anqin's inherent pathology.

They expect to receive a reward of unwavering loyalty from others.

Then came a sobering disappointment.

She then turned to this morbid attack on herself, that intense self-destructive tendency.

She didn't want to destroy her own life or body, but rather this morbid state.

Strongly restrain the urge to get something from others.

Greedy yet restrained.

Anqin was like a reserved, law-abiding, and pure young girl who never disobeyed God's teachings.

But her heart was restless, decadent, and as deep as a demonic abyss.

I've been constantly struggling against my own pathological state—preventing myself from hurting others or myself.

This complex and contradictory mentality is unconsciously expressed in the painting. The contrast of conflict gives the painting a deeper core and conflict, making it impossible for people to look away.

Just looking at her, I felt as if I was being sucked into her.

Even the weak have their own weapons.

He sighed and turned his face away, only to find himself facing An Qin.

An Qin was accompanied by Qin Ning, standing opposite him talking to someone. When he turned his head, their eyes met directly.

Her large, brown eyes narrowed as she smiled at him.

The longer one spends with Anqin, the more one's heart is drawn to her.

He looked away, took a sip of champagne, and lightly flicked his finger in mid-air.

A gasp of surprise immediately rose from the crowd.

Anqin's neatly combed brown hair suddenly came undone, and her smooth, long hair swirled out like a vortex, curling and spreading softly over her shoulders. The lilies that had been embedded in her hair fell to the ground.

An Qin looked helpless, while Qin Ning stood beside her, completely bewildered.

Why is my hair all loose for no reason?

The reporters, of course, were not about to miss this moment. They picked up their cameras, ready to capture the unexpected scene and take some great photos, but then they looked at each other in bewilderment.

No matter how I pressed the shutter button, there was no response. All the cameras malfunctioned in an instant, turning into cold, lifeless lumps of metal.

A young man in a silver-gray suit stepped forward with a polite smile.

"There's been a small problem on site, I'll help you handle it. Qin Ning, I'll trouble you with this for now, I'll take her to the changing room."