Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

If you could only choose one thing, which would you choose?

"...?"

Bai Shimo's sudden, sharp question startled Xia Yanle.

"If you could only choose between that environment and your brother, which would you choose?"

Speechless for a moment.

Nana looked out from inside the house, staring at Bai Shimo and Xia Yanle with a puzzled expression.

Her curiosity made her want to get closer and listen to them talk.

I felt like they were saying something very important, something that really piqued my interest.

But on a whim, Nana felt she shouldn't go over there, so she hesitated in the living room, darting in and out of the ceiling like a fish, occasionally peeking at the balcony.

Meow~~~

On Friday, impatient with Mingguang's restraint, she stuck out her big butt and screamed loudly.

Xx

A late summer breeze blows across the balcony.

Bai Shimo stood with her hands behind her back, looking up at Xia Yanle with a cunning and secretive gaze.

Xia Yanle was momentarily confused.

Is this some kind of test?

A test from Mr. Weiran's most cherished younger sister.

I want to know how Mr. Weiran will choose in my presence—

I have to lie to her.

The sentence flashed through Xia Yanle's mind in a second.

It doesn't matter what I think, since she's Mr. Weiran's sister and she's definitely protecting him. I just need to give her the answer she wants to hear.

And that doesn't really count as lying.

She did indeed like Mr. Weiran, to the point that it would hurt her heart.

She might even selfishly desire the continuation of this man's bloodline—

After a few seconds of silence, Xia Yanle spoke slowly.

"I want both."

Bai Shimo raised an eyebrow, straightened up, and smiled.

"Only children make choices. You're an adult, so you want it all, right?"

Xia Yanle showed a rare moment of hesitation.

She toned down her frivolous laughter.

For some reason, she felt she couldn't treat Bai Shimo casually at this moment.

"...Yes and no."

"How to say?"

Xia Yanle ripped the towel off her hair, and her half-dry hair fluttered gently in the night breeze, curly and thick, like a black flame.

"If I only chose Mr. Weiran, then I wouldn't be myself."

“Mr. Weiran has always told me… or rather, told us to be ourselves.”

“I could choose only him, but that would mean I wouldn’t be myself, and I don’t want that…”

Xia Yanle's voice was cold yet gentle, and clear.

“I want to be a greedy person. I am a greedy person by nature. If I want him, I also want other things. What I should protect with my life is this version of myself, the version of myself that wants to grasp everything, not him. I believe he would not want to see me like that either.”

Xia Yanle finished speaking in one breath, and for some reason, she felt a sense of tension as she awaited the verdict.

Bai Shimo's smile faded.

Then she gave a playful, mischievous look and turned to look out onto the balcony.

"...That's a very good answer."

“My brother has excellent taste, and you are excellent too.”

Bai Shimo changed her tone when she said the last sentence.

Xia Yanle was stunned.

She felt that the tone of voice was very familiar, as if she had heard it before at some special time, but she didn't have a deep impression of it.

She wanted to continue listening, but Bai Shimo didn't continue; she just picked up her phone and glanced at it.

A strange expression immediately appeared on her face.

"Tsk tsk, a private club—"

"How could anyone be so shameless as to order milk at a club?"

"Even though I'm a cowboy, I only order milk at the bar~"

Xia Yanle had never heard of the term "club" before and looked completely bewildered. She could only watch as Bai Shimo put her phone away again and stared at her with shining eyes.

"Hey, if my brother goes to places with lots of girls and hangs out with them, would you be angry?"

"will not."

"…………?Why?"

“Because Mr. Weiran is so lame, I had more fun than him.” Xia Yanle said calmly.

“He would just be wasting his money if he went, while I could go and grope the girls.”

Bai Shimo burst into laughter.

"Me too, I like it too. But what if my brother is dating a handsome boy?"

Xia Yanle looked completely bewildered by the question.

Seriously? You're even wary of men?

Bai Shimo shook her head, covered her mouth, and chuckled secretly.

"It's nothing, I was just joking."

Meanwhile, inside a private room at the club, Al and a young man sitting among a group of girls locked eyes.

Al thought: Strange guest.

He required all the girls to sit two meters away from him, with him as the center.

The young man patted the empty seat next to him.

"...Don't be shy, please sit down."

That night, Manager Xu was surprised to see how his unruly young boss hit it off with this strange new guest and they got along very well.

Chapter 42 All First Times in This Life

"I've placed your drinks here."

As soon as Manager Xu looked up, he saw Al waving at him nonchalantly.

Manager Xu didn't dare to say anything more. He glanced at the two people on the sofa in the private room one last time, maintained his smile, and left the room.

He could still hear the last conversation inside the private room before he closed the door.

"Brother Weiran, want a drink?"

"Do I have to ask whether I'll drink or not? Are you trying to teach me how to do things?"

"...Brother, I'm afraid you can't do it."

"If words don't hold water, let's try three cups first and see who gives up first."

Manager Xu didn't dare to listen any longer, quickly closed the door, and wiped his sweat with a small handkerchief.

That strange guest, after his first visit, showed up every night without fail.

Unlike the first time, he didn't call out everyone in the club, but like a homeroom teacher taking attendance, he called out ten waiters each day in order of the list—he was generous with his money and had become a VIP customer who had to be treated with care.

Others were there to have fun, but he seemed to be there to do research.

Each waiter was given paper and pen to complete a questionnaire upon entering the private room.

Do you usually play games?

What kind of games should I play?

How much time do you spend playing games each day? How much time do you spend playing games each week?

How much are you willing to spend on games each month?

Most of the staff don't play games at all, but he would bring out several games for people to try on the spot, and after each game, they would write a 500-word review report on their experience.

The points should be clearly listed, and items with poor handwriting will be rejected.

Each waiter, striking poses and wearing heavy makeup, swaying their hips as they enter, calling out in a coquettish tone, is immediately brought back to reality, squatting or kneeling, hunched over a table writing a report.

The waiter was startled when he brought in the drinks, thinking he was back in school with a table full of students being punished by writing.

Many of the staff members were not highly educated, and they would whisper among themselves and ask each other how to write a character.

Submissions will be rejected because of typos or poor handwriting.

An oddball guest.

One of the top waitresses, Laura, had a bad temper and didn't want to fill out the questionnaire. She tossed the questionnaire behind her, her face full of coquettish defiance, blinking her big, bright eyes with thick eyelashes.

"Why waste time filling out questionnaires at a club like this? Don't you want to talk to me more?"

The young man smiled. "I'd love to talk to you more... so why don't you fill out the questionnaire?"