episode_0041

Leaving the school.

Lin Yi couldn’t help but feel how absurd and outrageous this world was.

In the past, he had been utterly insignificant in this world.

But now, things were different. Now, he had the system. He had power.

Perhaps he could actually do something to change this world.

With this thought in mind, Lin Yi hailed a cab to head home.

The manuscript for his new book was due next Monday.

He needed to prepare in advance, especially when it came to writing for the new market. He had to learn more from Yun Ling and the others about their experiences.

Back on Earth, writing a standard harem story was relatively simple outside of Qidian—after all, there were no radical feminists reporting it, and censorship wasn’t overly strict. But this was a matriarchal world, and a particularly extreme one at that.

He was a little worried that if he went too far, female readers might not be able to accept it, leading to personal attacks, doxxing, or even real-life assaults. That would be unbearable.

This Friday, he also had to attend a banquet with Bai Shuang—well, more like helping Ya Yun by extension.

Lost in thought, Lin Yi got into the car.

Then, suddenly—

He spotted a familiar figure on the street.

Luo Tianyou? What was she doing here?

As if sensing his gaze, Luo Tianyou quickly hid behind a telephone pole.

Oh no, Lin Yi saw me.

This wouldn’t do. Her disguise skills clearly weren’t good enough yet. She’d have to ask Zhu Xi and the others for more training.

But why had Lin Yi come to this school in the first place?

This place was notoriously trashy, infamous far and wide.

The people inside were practically all remnants of the old society—criminals. It was practically a prison.

And this “prison” usually didn’t allow men who weren’t staff members to get close.

Not to mention, Lin Yi had been brought here by that woman with the medical license.

Luo Tianyou frowned, momentarily puzzled.

But she didn’t dwell on it for long.

Those women from the old era—every single one of them had something wrong with their thinking. And many of them held downright heinous ideologies. It was only natural she couldn’t understand them.

Right now, the most important thing she needed to do was—

Figure out how to make Lin Yi gradually accept her. She didn’t want to be the “other woman” forever.

So she took out her phone again and posted in the WeChat group:

“Um, it’s me again. My friend ran into another problem today. The fiancée of the man she likes went on a business trip—apparently for a long time. But after the fiancée left, another strange woman moved into his house. What should she do in this situation?”

“Oh, and one more important detail—she’s already deeply tasted her beloved man’s ‘milk.’ This is something worth bragging about! I even treated him to a fancy meal.”

Soon, replies flooded the WeChat group.

“How many times do you need to ask such a simple question? Come on, we’re all modern women here. Let’s make a hypothesis: from now on, you are your ‘friend.’”

“Exactly! If the fiancée’s gone, just jump him already!”

“Yea yea!”

The group chat buzzed with chatter, but after scrolling for a while, Luo Tianyou couldn’t find any useful advice.

She could only sigh helplessly.

After all, if these women really had the means and the ability to secure the men they loved, they wouldn’t be stuck in this group.

She’d have to rely on herself.

Step one: Install surveillance cameras!

Lin Yi’s home needed more cameras and audio devices—covering the hallway, and especially the homes of those women who had designs on him.

Thinking of this, Luo Tianyou cheerfully pulled up the surveillance feed.

The interactions between that woman Bai Shuang and Lin Yi… were not only entertaining but also educational.

Worth rewatching repeatedly.

But as she stared at the screen, her finger froze over the replay button, her expression stiffening.

In the surveillance footage, she saw a woman who shouldn’t have been there.

Shen Xixi.

That famous illustrator of the new era.

Why was she in Lin Yi’s home?

And more importantly—why was she hiding under Lin Yi’s bed?

No, wait—

How had she even gotten into his room in the first place?

Luo Tianyou hesitated for a few seconds, her mind flooded with questions.

She knew Shen Xixi well—a woman of active chaos.

She wasn’t a centrist, nor a reformist, nor a traditionalist. The ideology she followed was unlike any mainstream faction—complicated, borrowing bits from everywhere but never fully aligning with any.

Or, to put it less charitably, in Luo Tianyou’s eyes, Shen Xixi was like a reed in the wind, bending whichever way the current blew, with no convictions of her own.

A woman like that shouldn’t be much of a threat…

But then again—why was she under Lin Yi’s bed?

Should she tell Lin Yi that a woman had broken into his home?