Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Four meters, three meters, two meters, one meter...

Just as he was about to get close to Qin Ning, he was suddenly grabbed by a hand.

An Qin pinched the spider with her bare hands, her face expressionless.

She seemed completely oblivious to the disgusting, sticky sensation on her hands. She held the spider in her bare hands, letting it struggle and flap its eight legs between her fingers. All tenderness vanished from her eyes; she looked at the spider like a cold-blooded executioner.

She turned her head and looked around the room.

Seeing an empty glass on a solid mahogany table, she picked it up, turned it upside down, and trapped the spider inside.

Once freed, the spider frantically crawled around inside the glass, struggling in vain.

The rustling sound of crawling was blocked out by the heavy glass.

Anqin saw that the spider was trapped, patted her chest with satisfaction, and smiled slightly.

As soon as she turned around, she saw that Qin Ning had already turned around at some point.

Facing her, Qin Ning opened her eyes wide, her bright cat-like eyes sparkling with clear starlight.

After a two-second eye contact, An Qin immediately burst into laughter.

"...Miss Qin Ning is awake?"

Qin Ning hummed in agreement, threw off the blanket, and sat up on her own.

There was little smile on her small face; it was faint, with a subtle air of arrogance.

An Qin looked at her with a smile in her eyes, and took the initiative to step forward and move a pair of heels from the bedside to Qin Ning's front before Qin Ning's two small feet got off the bed.

"Where is Brother Weiran?"

"...I don't know where he/she went."

Qin Ning sat on the bed, motionless, while An Qin arranged her shoes and looked up.

Their eyes met; one was expressionless, the other beaming with smiles.

"Thank you for today, Miss Qin Ning," An Qin said, her eyes sparkling with genuine respect.

Qin Ning smiled faintly.

"Ah."

An Qin added with a smile, "I was a little envious watching him get beaten up."

Qin Ning: …………?

"What's there to be jealous of in someone so annoying?" Qin Ning asked, puzzled.

Anqin gently fiddled with the rhinestones adorning the front of her heels, her face flushing slightly.

"I don't know..." She tilted her head and spoke slowly.

"But Miss Qin Ning slapped me in the face with money."

"I don't know why, but I just have this urge to shout, 'You have to be this cruel to me!'"

An Qin winked at Qin Ning and gave her a cute smile.

"I believe many people share the same thoughts as me."

Qin Ning pouted and snorted.

"Who needs to think like everyone else? I just want Brother Weiran to think like me."

The thought of Wei Ran telling her to hit him sent a shiver of excitement through Qin Ning, and her bright, black-and-white cat-like eyes narrowed involuntarily.

"Miss Qin Ning looks really beautiful when she's having wicked thoughts," An Qin praised her with a smile.

When Qin Ning was exposed, her smile immediately vanished, and her face turned serious.

"Anqin".

She called out, her tone even colder than before.

"Yes, Miss Qin Ning."

Do you remember what you told me before?

"Yes, Miss Qin Ning."

Qin Ning pursed her lips, her exquisitely beautiful face displaying a cold and stubborn arrogance.

"I have thought about what you said carefully."

“And my actions today are my answer to you,” she said slowly.

Anqin burst into laughter.

Qin Ning stared at her smile without responding. Instead, she lowered her head and gently patted non-existent dust off her skirt.

“An Qin, my surname is Qin, as you know.”

"In the world I come from, there was once a great country called Qin."

"In the era of the Seven Warring States, the Qin state eventually annexed the other six states and unified the world."

An Qin's smile faded, and she listened quietly to Qin Ning speak.

It briefly recounts that era of war and sandstorms.

“I really like this country. My business management teacher, oh, he was my uncle, named Han Xin, also liked the Qin state. He often told me stories about the Qin state. He said that the King of Qin only employed people based on their talents, and that rivers do not refuse small streams, but only then can they become great.”

“I think he’s right. I also want to study the imperial studies that share the same surname as me.”

She looked up and met An Qin's gaze.

“Anqin, you said you would help me, and I do need help.”

"But the Qin state in history did not accept just anyone; only those who were useful to the Qin state were accepted."

Qin Ning's clear voice echoed in the lounge.

“I helped you, Anqin, because it was my way of showing my sincerity in asking you for something—and all I can do in the future is not to deliberately hinder you.”

Qin Ning paused, then narrowed her eyes.

That's all she can do.

From a defensive/offensive stance, transition to neutrality.

The stunningly beautiful girl on the bed lowered her eyelashes, which fluttered gently like butterfly wings.

“Anqin, you need to let me truly feel your ‘help’ to me… not just saying you’ll help me, but rather, can you help me in a way that demonstrates to me that you have the ability to help me?”

“Yes, Miss Qin Ning.” An Qin’s tone was somewhat hesitant.

Qin Ning said no more. She watched as An Qin stood up in front of her. An Qin bit her lip and frowned in deep thought.

Qin Ning lowered her head to put on her shoes and shrugged.

An Qin walked out of the lounge.

The tea-haired girl crossed her arms, frowned and pondered for a long time, her brows furrowing into a knot, then unfurling, then furrowing again.

“...It’s too difficult,” she muttered to herself.

My brain really isn't working well; I couldn't come up with any solutions.

"Miss Qin is truly intelligent; she can articulate so many principles so quickly."

It would be great if we could just ask them directly.

But that's impossible—

Miss Qin's meaning is very clear: she wants to create a place where she is needed and to create her own value.

She said she wanted to create, but she couldn't figure out how to create.

I'm so anxious, I want to upgrade my IQ!

An Qin sighed, looking like a defeated chick, dejected. She rested her hands on the railing, propped her chin on her hands, and looked down through the high ceiling of the gallery.

The scenes that had unfolded during the day replayed before her eyes.

Like a fast-forwarded scene, figures gathered and dispersed, with one figure finally fleeing down the lobby corridor.

The tea-haired girl had a sudden inspiration, exclaimed "Oh!", clenched her little fists, and her eyes sparkled.

Oh right, that's it, isn't there a solution?

That evening, she took the initiative to retrieve her phone, which had been forgotten for a long time.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: An Qin's True Pathology (7K)

Bai Weiran looked out from the second-floor balcony with a somewhat complicated expression.

The gallery was packed with people, three times more than the opening ceremony.

The flow of people was so long that they couldn't even get into the venue. Even though staff put up a large sign, there were still long lines behind it.

He stood there for a while and saw that the staff member with the buzz cut looked very impatient.

Change the content on the notice board from—

Today's tickets are completely sold out.

Five minutes later it became—

All tickets for today have been sold out. Get out now!

Ten minutes later it became—

[All tickets for today are sold out, he better get the hell out of here!]

Ten minutes later it turned into—

[Don't understand what I'm saying? Tickets are gone, get out of here!!!]

Bai Weiran: …………

After all, the person was hired at the last minute, and in such a rush, there were bound to be some shortcomings.