Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Many men are aware that they are not perfect, so they are happy to be in this kind of perfection.

Bai Weiran even came up with a clever cover caption for her.

Zhen Jing couldn't escape, so with a bitter face, she followed Bai Weiran into the office building lobby to meet the publishing house editor.

It was a dark, cramped publishing house that looked like it could go bankrupt at any moment. The editor-in-chief, who had a small mustache, was the only editor who received them.

"The book market is tough these days...sigh...my own novel?"

With a smug grin and a haughty air, Bai Weiran put on a polite smile. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Zhen Jing, who was holding the manuscript, and forced her to hand it over. Her hands were very respectful, and her eyes were full of fear, which made Bai Weiran stare blankly.

Does this girl want him to see the manuscript?

“This is my niece. She is quite talented, and I believe her work will soar to great heights.” Bai Weiran spoke on behalf of Zhen Jing, his expression unchanged, adopting the demeanor of an agent.

"Oh ho, the author looks quite young. Is it possible for him to write something like this?" The man with the mustache said as he took out the manuscript. The cover text made him pause for a moment.

[Yandere is like sugar, sweet to the point of sadness]

The man with the mustache exclaimed, "...Yandere? What's a yandere?"

In Zhen Jing's world, the arts and literature publishing industry is far more backward than in Bai Weiran's world.

There are cell phones here, but they're the old-fashioned flip phones. There are no more online novels. Bai Weiran browsed around the bookstore and found that all they had were classic hardcover books.

This indirectly shows that the publishing industry here is very conservative, controlled by a group of self-proclaimed literary intellectuals, and the bookstores only sell these kinds of books.

From the perspective of market demand, this is unreasonable.

As long as there are humans, entertainment will always be an important consumer good.

Bai Weiran came to the conclusion that the market for mass-market commercial works here is completely untapped.

Even though he wasn't a professional editor, with his commercial works that were decades ahead of the world and the discerning eye honed by online literature, he could review Zhen Jing's manuscripts with flying colors, guaranteeing that they would satisfy the public's fantasies even better than these classic literary works.

But the problem is—

The man with the mustache flipped through two pages with a suspicious look, his brows gradually furrowing.

He turned to page ten, put the manuscript down, and looked utterly rejected.

"Hey hey hey hey! This won't do! It has no depth or core at all. I read ten pages and didn't see any depth of discussion or development of the story. It's all just little girls' love and romance. This kind of thing is not worthy of being considered high art."

Upon hearing the criticism, Zhen Jing lowered her head in shame, tears welling in her eyes, and desperately tried to tug at Bai Weiran's sleeve.

"Let's go back, okay?"

Bai Weiran remained unmoved.

Yes, that's the problem.

In this world, publishing houses control all publishing resources. Only what they select can reach the public. When all editors believe that classic literary works are the right path, stories like Zhen Jing's will only be considered unworthy of respectability.

"It's okay, I'll reason with him and persuade him," Bai Weiran reassured Zhen Jing.

Upon hearing this, the man with the mustache rolled his eyes, assuming that Bai Weiran was just another spoiled niece who was clueless about market trends.

"There's no point in trying to convince her. If the manuscript isn't good, take it back! Or you can go ask other publishers, and you'll definitely get the same answer, or even worse ones. They'll say your niece has no creative talent and can't become a writer. Tell her to give up on this idea and do something else, like taking the civil service exam."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Jing trembled all over.

Bai Weiran smiled slightly.

"That's right, editor-in-chief."

“I have great confidence in my niece. Please give her a publishing opportunity. I’m begging you.”

The man with the mustache stroked his beard and replied impatiently.

"Go away, it's useless, don't waste my time, just say this thing is no good."

He's extremely worried right now. Each publishing house has a quota for publications, and this year his own publishing house was allocated three books. However, he couldn't secure collaborations with well-known authors, so he could only publish some obscure and mediocre works. The first two books were huge flops with dismal sales, and if the third book fails, he'll have to close down.

He's only interested in getting a literary award winner to publish his book right now; he doesn't have time for this kind of lowbrow stuff.

He was about to stand up when he suddenly froze.

Because Bai Weiran extended his left index finger and, with a smile on his face, gently brushed it across the table in front of them.

It looks like a fleeting glimpse, but the wooden tabletop appears as if it has been neatly divided in two by a knife.

The man with the mustache's legs went weak, and he sat back down with a thud.

What monster—what kind of monster is it?!

“That’s right, editor-in-chief.” Bai Weiran said in a gentle tone, repeating the sentence again.

"I have great confidence in my niece. Please give her a publishing opportunity. I'm begging you."

The last few words were pronounced very clearly.

When they walked out of the office building, Bai Weiran handed the signed contract to Zhen Jing, his tone relaxed.

"See! I told you I could convince him, don't worry."

Holding the contract, Zhen Jing's mind conjured up the image of the editor-in-chief's face, whiter than the wall, and the desktop split in two. She slowly typed a question mark.

Is this what the "Godfather of Gods" means by "reasoning"?

Bai Weiran looked up at the setting sun and smiled happily at the smooth progress of the plan.

At the same time, the girl leaned against the door and curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

"Thank you, locksmith, you've worked hard."

Beside her was the man Bai Weiran had seen before, the one who had appeared downstairs at Qin Ning's place.

Her plainclothes bodyguard.

The man's forehead was sweating, and he looked hesitant.

"My job was to protect your safety, Ms. Ningning. This kind of thing wasn't part of my job description..."

He looked at the urban woman in the room, who was unconscious and tied to a chair, his expression conflicted.

"It's okay, Teacher Da Suo, I'll pay more."

Sigh, it's because she gave too much that I've lost my conscience, which is why I agreed to her request and brought this woman named Chen Tingting here.

But bringing the person along made him uneasy.

"Miss Ningning, you promised that this is just a personal matter and you won't do anything you shouldn't, right?"

The girl looked completely innocent, her eyes devoid of light, and replied, "Of course not."

Because Wei Ran doesn't like hurting people, she won't do anything to upset him.

If she does that, then he will truly be drawn to Chen Tingting.

She took the kind of ruler that elementary school teachers often used to hit children's palms and gently tapped it on her palm.

"Master Locksmith, could you please help me take off her shoes and put her feet flat on the chair?"

Da Suo didn't understand, but given the situation, he had no choice but to do as he was told.

He was dumbfounded a few seconds later.

The girl bit her lip, her eyes flashing with malice. As if slapping a child's palm, she struck Chen Tingting's feet hard with a ruler. The unconscious woman was jolted awake and cried out in pain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Qin Ning was very satisfied.

You think you can seduce my brother Weiran with those high heels?

Watch me smash the soles of your feet!

**

Many people have been asking Ah Chao about this, so here's an explanation for Ah Chao.

Ah Chao's relationship with Wei Ran is simply that of a fanboy who likes his idol. He enjoys spending time with her and has some ulterior motives, but like all fans who simply like their idols, he only says he likes her and doesn't actually have any feelings for Wei Ran beyond friendship. If you look closely, you'll also find that Ah Chao doesn't initiate any physical contact beyond friendship.

Wei Ran understood this, so she always took good care of A Chao.

Ah Chao is the designated mood-maker and loyal companion in this story. He's constantly being persecuted yet remains loyal and adorable. He's been single since birth, but his future is set, so there's no need to worry or feel overwhelmed. (▽?*)

Okay, let's get wild!!

Chapter Six: He Flees, She Chases, He Can't Escape (6K Long Chapter)

Chen Tingting was in a daze when a burning pain in the soles of her feet woke her up.

With her eyes covered by a cloth and her hands tied behind her back to a chair, she was unable to move. Her memories before losing consciousness immediately flooded back. She remembered that she had just left the company and was looking down at her phone while waiting for the DD Express. Suddenly, she felt a pain in the back of her neck, and then everything went black.

She was kidnapped?

And the kidnappers are committing violence against her?

Chen Tingting usually loves beauty and always goes for foot care regularly. The skin on the soles of her feet is whiter and more delicate than that of most people, which she used to be very proud of. Now, however, she is suffering even more.

It was even more painful than being slapped on the palm. There was an indescribable pain and numbness when the soles of the feet were slapped. Moreover, Qin Ning specifically targeted the center of the soles of the feet, and only stopped when the soles of the feet were red and swollen. He was panting, holding a ruler, and looked indignant.

The lock next to him looked completely bewildered.

Is this all?

That's it?

It's a personal grudge. Why pay so much money to have him bring the person here, only to get a beating?

If it's a personal grudge, he usually goes up and slaps me twice across the face.

One can only say that the thoughts of the wealthy are truly unique and unconventional.

On the one hand, he was also half relieved, as it seemed the employer really didn't intend to do anything outrageous.

Qin Ning put down the ruler, rubbed her palms, and pouted.

Why does hitting someone hurt so much?

It's all Bai Weiran's fault. If it weren't for him, would I have needed to hit someone like that?

If I didn't hit anyone, will my hand hurt?

Next time, hold a ruler against his head and make him rub your hands.