Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

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When Mu Nanfeng returned home, he saw Sim lying on the sofa, hugging a cushion, staring at the ceiling, motionless.

Mu Nanfeng was startled.

"...What's wrong?"

Sim paused for a moment before looking at her.

“It’s strange,” she said softly.

"It didn't work."

"...What's useless?" Mu Nanfeng asked curiously.

Sim hugged the pillow, then turned his head away, hiding his expression.

"...No, it's nothing."

She closed her eyes, and waited until Mu Nanfeng's footsteps faded away and the sound of water running in the bathroom before opening her eyes again.

There's nothing wrong with my medicine; the juice bar owner and two employees can attest to that.

But it didn't work on him.

There are no magicians or witches in this world who can offer blessings.

There was no sign of any special protection on him; it could only be attributed to his natural constitution.

Sim's brows slowly furrowed.

Something's off about this person—

Sim hugged his pillow and fell into deep thought.

On the other side, Bai Shimo also looked at the coat casually hanging on the back of the chair, and she pouted.

"...How annoying, they still came looking for us."

"Those guys who don't have to go to school are so annoying! They don't understand how important holidays are to students. We're always so busy and tired!"

"It's fine if you're looking for me, but why are you looking for my brother?"

"This makes me even more unhappy than if they came to see me—"

Bai Shimo muttered softly, then turned her head and saw that the living room was in complete chaos, with yanderes fighting amongst themselves.

She immediately spotted Mingguang, who was handling things with ease inside; Mengmeng, who was excitedly drawing her knife; Xia Yanle, who was lounging on the sofa laughing; and Qin Ning, whose back was aching from being massaged by An Qin.

"No, Sim is the one who's living too comfortably—"

Bai Shimo covered her mouth and chuckled.

Some people are too tired to live; they have a path to heaven but choose to barge into hell when there's no way out.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Could You Go and Follow My Brother? (4K)

As dawn broke and the morning light had not yet entered the room, Mingguang's biological clock made her open her eyes on her own.

Without lingering, she sat up abruptly. As her little feet touched the tiled floor, the clock on the wall pointed exactly to four in the morning. Mingguang yawned slightly, covered her mouth with her hand, stood up, and leisurely went to wash up.

After a quick wash, I changed into my clothes and tied my hair up. With a glass of water and an apple, I started my morning stretching exercises.

Day after day, without fail.

Before becoming a star dancer and leading lady, Mingguang always had to travel long distances, performing and practicing, and she could count the number of days off she had in a whole year on her fingers.

But after reaching the summit, I actually had more free time.

Apart from three to five months of intensive touring performances, Mingguang has free time to either practice or travel, except for rehearsals.

When a skill is mastered to its fullest extent, even a simple stretch becomes so flexible and graceful that it captivates and amazes.

While doing the splits, Mingguang kept touching his lips.

Her face flushed red as she tried to suppress a chuckle that seemed to linger in her memory. She shook her head, trying to regain her composure, but after a while, her face turned red again.

This process is repeated continuously.

As the clock approached six o'clock, Mingguang stretched out, sweating profusely. After taking a shower and changing into casual clothes, he went straight to the door.

They happened to run into An Qin and Yuan Jixi, who were passing by the door.

Bai Weiran's rented apartment was really small and couldn't fit so many people. He had considered moving to another place, but Qin Ning and Mengmeng jointly rejected this suggestion.

"Why is Brother Weiran spending so much money? If you don't work hard and manage the household better, how can you support my extravagant spending?"

"If Bai Weiran has the money to change his rented apartment, why doesn't he buy Mengmeng a few more games? Sexy Mengmeng, play with her online!!"

Mingguang remembers that when Mengmeng said those words, everyone's eyes involuntarily fell on Mengmeng's chest, and they felt a pang of pity.

In short, both Qin Ning and Mengmeng wished the house were as small as possible.

It's good that there's no room; everyone can move outside. The beds here have already been taken by the first ones here.

An Qin and Yuan Jixi were exiled on Qin Ning's orders.

While others were exiled to the frontier, they were exiled to a high-end riverside mansion in the city center.

Only Mrs. Chen was so bored, spending her days in that deserted mansion where she kept her parrots.

An Qin and Yuan Jixi moved into the mansion with a butler in tears. They woke up every day in a king-size bed, each with their own independent art studio and fitness equipment, and were assigned a personal driver who would pick them up and drop them off every day.

An Qin greeted Ming Guang with a smile, while Yuan Jixi appeared much more reserved, on high alert, his eyes darting around, searching for terrorists whose chances of appearing were lower than winning the lottery.

Mingguang watched as Anqin took out her key and opened the door.

Anqin was the only one with the key, for a simple reason.

Yuan Jixi and Mingguang are both the type who can easily break into private homes without needing a key.

Whether it's hurdling in mid-air or breaking down a door, it's no problem.

The three entered the house in silence. The first thing they saw was a pink-haired little girl floating through the air, mouth wide open, snoring in her sleep, with a bubble on her nose that kept getting bigger and smaller.

Mingguang and Anqin were used to this; as they passed by, they would casually nudge Nana, and she would drift away in the opposite direction.

Bai Shimo curled up on the sofa and slept, while Bai Weiran pushed the keyboard aside and fell asleep in front of the monitor.

Mingguang and Anqin rolled up their sleeves and went into the kitchen to get busy.

Anqin is the head chef, while Mingguang assists her.

As a wife with a sickly and delicate nature, An Qin carefully considers everyone's tastes.

Qin Ning likes Western-style breakfast, Mengmeng likes Chinese-style breakfast, Bai Weiran is not picky and can eat anything, but he likes to drink a cup of lightly roasted coffee in the morning to boost his energy.

Yuan Jixi isn't picky about food, the problem is the quantity; her portion has to be doubled, super doubled.

While assisting with the tasks, Mingguang spoke and discussed things quietly with Anqin.

"The taste of this creamy white sauce—"

Anqin brought her spoon closer to Mingguang, and just as Mingguang was about to taste it, they both paused and looked out the glass door of the kitchen.

Bai Weiran stood there, having just woken up, his clear eyes unusually hazy.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

These words made Mingguang and Anqin smile.

Even though they refused every day, Bai Weiran would still ask them every morning.

They politely felt that this shouldn't be entirely their own job.

Just as Mingguang's eyes lit up with joy, Anqin had already swiftly taken the spoonful of white sauce and walked over to Bai Weiran.

"I happen to have something I need Mr. Bai's help with, so please try this flavor."

Mingguang clasped his hands on his apron, looking on with envy, embarrassment, and helplessness.

Bai Weiran leaned against the door frame with one hand and lowered his head to taste the spoon.

"...Is it okay if it's a little salty?" An Qin asked solicitously, her large, brown eyes gentle and pure.

"Add more salt."

“Okay.” An Qin smiled and watched Bai Weiran walk away.

An Qin turned her head and saw Ming Guang, smiled slightly, and walked past him as if she hadn't seen him.

At 7:30, Qin Ning got up, washed up, put on a silk robe and put on an overcoat, and sat at the table, scrolling through various financial news on her phone. An Qin would bring out freshly squeezed juice at this time.

Mengmeng likes to play games and stay up late, but Qin Ning would never do that, saying it would affect her skin.

Xia Yanle likes to eat spicy, heavily seasoned, and oily food, but Qin Ning absolutely refuses, fearing it will cause acne.

Full of competitive spirit, Qin Ning has a high degree of self-control, both inside and out, and is beautiful in every way.

Looking out through the glass door of the kitchen, Mingguang saw Qin Ning carrying juice across the table, forcibly exchanging it for Bai Weiran's coffee, and then forcing him to drink the coffee he had already drunk, before her face scrunched up in pain from the bitterness.

"...I told you it was bitter, but you still insisted on drinking it?"

"It's okay, you have a sweet tongue. I'll give you a kiss later and it won't taste bitter anymore."

"You used to think I was stubborn."

"No, I think Brother Weiran's little mouth is so soft and sweet right now—"

From the bright light, one could clearly see under the table that Qin Ning had kicked off her indoor slippers and stepped directly on Bai Weiran's instep. After stepping on it for a while, her foot moved up Bai Weiran's calf, then his thigh, and tried to rub against him again, but was caught by someone.

Qin Ning looked completely innocent, while Bai Weiran looked utterly helpless.

The pink-haired little girl tilted her head back, floated over the dining table, and started snoring.

Qin Ning said in a low voice with a smile, while glancing casually in the direction of the light.

Mingguang lowered his head, pretending to be seriously stirring the potato salad in his bowl.

Mingguang always felt out of place.