Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Language is an art, and people like Cao Shuang are well-versed in the art and profit from it.

Anqin didn't understand this kind of artistic approach; all she had was sincerity and belief, but she lacked the ability to think outside the box.

Cao Shuang's words left everyone speechless.

She gently twisted her little hands.

“I didn’t know you had done these things for me.”

"Thank you, senior."

These two sentences completely confirmed what Cao Shuang had said earlier.

Immediately, everyone looked at An Qin with strange expressions.

It turns out that it wasn't the man who came to climb the social ladder, but rather the woman who, having gained wealth and status, abandoned the man who had once sheltered her from the rain.

Such a snobbish and materialistic behavior is despicable anywhere.

Whispering amongst themselves, Miss Qin on the second floor glared with her cat-like eyes and started cursing, waving her little fists.

"Rebut him! Anqin, are you mute? How could you admit it!"

"What he said is not true at all!"

Being silenced and suppressed like this, An Qin, who clearly had a winning hand and was the victim, was being taken advantage of and her reputation was being blown out of proportion. Qin Ning, who was listening to this from the side, was red-faced with embarrassment.

She lifted her skirt and was about to rush downstairs when, as soon as she took a step, she transformed into a moonwalker, an aerial acrobat, her two little feet spinning rapidly in mid-air. She could tell at a glance who had done it.

"Brother Weiran! Let me go! I want to go downstairs!! I want to slap that trashy guy twice across the face!!"

In her haste, Qin Ning even resorted to vulgar language.

Bai Weiran replied with three words.

"...Let's take a look first."

Although he remained calm on the surface, his tone was no longer as cold as before.

To help Anqin or not—

But this act of helping her is equivalent to reaching out and pulling her along.

Holding her back and then letting go is crueler than not holding her at all in the first place.

If anyone could see the real scene on the second floor now, they would all be amazed by this magical and grotesque comedy.

The young man had a somber face and a serious expression.

The black-haired young lady in the silver-gray dress stared wide-eyed, lifting her skirt and moving her feet as fast as a hamster running on a wheel, leaving only a blur.

But no one heard or saw it; only Cao Shuang, who had taken control of the situation, raised a sinister smile.

“It’s all right now,” he sighed.

Anqin is still Anqin, that foolish, weak, and brainless one.

As long as you tell her that you're good to her, she'll be powerless to deny, resist, or argue.

His purpose was not to make An Qin feel guilty.

Because it would be too easy to make her feel guilty.

Easy things are cheap and worthless.

He didn't even like it.

However, seeing her timid, submissive, and apologetic appearance still made him feel a sense of satisfaction.

Cao Shuang composed himself and continued speaking.

"Of course I hope to see you do well, Anqin."

"I am here today to help you."

"I want to help you, just like I always have, by your side to help you."

Cao Shuang didn't even question whether it was needed or possible; his statement about "help" was an affirmative one.

This is Cao Shuang's real purpose.

What is the money earned compared to traveling around selling those paintings for Anqin?

This entire gallery now showcases the financial resources of Anqin's backers.

Cao Shuang set his sights on Qin Ning.

As for Bai Weiran, who was standing next to the two of them—he was naturally ignored.

In Cao Shuang's overconfident self-image, there is no man he finds attractive.

Only those he wants to defeat or those he has already defeated.

There are three types of women: those he wants to conquer, those he conquers, or those he disdains to conquer.

Bai Weiran's existence was ignored by him, just like air.

Qin Ning publicly humiliated him, which angered him greatly, but also fueled his desire to conquer her.

Only mountains that are difficult to conquer are worth conquering.

Moreover, the way she rejected him—wasn't that the epitome of a bad woman?

I was smiling and being very polite to her, but she still gave me attitude.

She's the kind of wicked woman who's used to trampling men's dignity underfoot.

This kind of bad woman needs to be taught a lesson.

Therefore, he needs Anqin.

He used An Qin to get close to the young lady who had embarrassed him in front of him, and then taught her a lesson.

Cao Shuang originally came to this art exhibition to find An Qin and have her continue to be his cash cow.

He's different now; he has new goals.

As he thought about it, a half-smile unconsciously appeared on his lips, and his expression softened as he looked at An Qin.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly useless junior classmate could bring him a new opportunity.

He knew An Qin wouldn't refuse, especially after she knew how much he had done for her—

"Do not."

The soft, gentle voice was very quiet.

But it was like a pebble thrown into a pool, creating ripples in circles.

Cao Shuang's smile froze.

The tea-haired girl looked at him with a gentle yet resolute expression, without the slightest hesitation.

"No need, Senior Cao Shuang."

"I don't need your help."

She has them all.

Anqin's gentle, brown eyes sparkled with light.

She found beautiful works, and even more beautiful creators than the works themselves; moreover, she wanted to go into those equally beautiful works.

These beautiful things need no inclusion of trivial or unnecessary elements.

Bai Weiran's expression relaxed.

Qin Ning, who was running through the air, paused for a moment and revealed a joyful smile.

Cao Shuang's expression contrasted sharply with theirs; it was sinister and terrifying.

An Qin thwarted his plans time and time again.

The worst thing in the world is not never having had it at all.

Instead, it was something that was possessed and then taken away.

When someone who is completely obedient suddenly starts to rebel, the difference can create a strong sense of psychological disparity.

This sense of disparity is even stronger, especially for someone like Cao Shuang who is extremely narcissistic about himself.

It's like putting him on a fire to roast one minute and then throwing him naked onto a snow-capped mountain the next.

His arrogant mind was whipped into sensitivity, making him easily angered and unruly.

Suddenly, a malice flashed in his eyes.

"...Are you sure, An Qin?"

His tone was gentle yet strangely eerie.

"You really don't want my help?"

The tea-haired girl looked at him and slowly, but firmly, shook her head.

Just as Cao Shuang was about to erupt, he suddenly turned gloomy, chuckled softly, and took a step back.

"Fine! So it turns out I'm the one who's not needed."

"You already have everything, why would you care about me?"

A sudden glint of darkness flashed in his eyes, and his expression turned desolate.

“Then I have to be afraid of something—you, who are so ungrateful and quick to discard me after getting what you wanted, An Qin, you certainly don't want anyone to know about your past, right? You'll try every means to erase that stain, and I, the one who knows about your shameful past—”

"If this continues, you'll come after me sooner or later."

"I'm sorry, junior, I have to take measures to protect myself. I'm going to show everyone your true colors."

Everyone's anticipation was immediately heightened, and they held their breath in anticipation.

An Qin opened her eyes wide, puzzled.

The next second, Cao Shuang spoke quickly, without hesitation.

“I know you used to work in a sex shop to pay for your tuition! That’s why I want to help you. I hope you can stop this lifestyle of selling your body by selling your talent!”

One sentence, enough to leave a profound silence, followed by a deathly stillness throughout the room.