After The Web Novel Great God Transmigrated As A Scummy Online Dating Top - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Unlike her uncle, Zhong Cuili, whose lifestyle was chaotic enough to take one’s breath away, Lin Muxue had possessed a powerful sense of order since childhood. Even at sixteen, when she was kicked out by her parents to live with this “divine” eccentric of an uncle, that habit remained unbroken.

Her routine was surgical: one hour of writing, two 3,000-word chapters, and then a break in the courtyard to prune branches, loosen soil, or water the plants. She moved her muscles and cleared her mind, giving both body and brain a brief respite.

From 7:30 PM to 9:40 PM—two hours in total—she bypassed the usual thinking time since she was rewriting old works. By the end, she had produced 12,000 words: four solid chapters.

She was in high spirits and could have kept going, but she chose to close her laptop. She found her sleepwear, used a ballpoint pen as a makeshift hairpin to wind up her hair, and headed to the bathroom. By 10:00 PM sharp, the lights were out. Even a full phone battery couldn’t tempt her to scroll for a single extra minute.

Before sleep claimed her, she had only two thoughts:

1. She needed to shop for clothes tomorrow. She preferred soft cotton pajama sets and needed some decent daily wear.

2. She hoped that if her uncle returned late, he would at least be quiet about it.

…

While Lin Muxue’s discipline was almost terrifying, Chu Meng was a quintessential night owl.

After ending her stream at 10:30 PM, she visited the youth training camp and practiced with teammates until past midnight. Chu Meng was the “face” of the DM team, handling endorsements and commercial events, so she tried to maintain some semblance of a skin-care routine despite the late hours.

Tucked in bed, her fingers too tired to move from training, she remembered she hadn’t replied to the “scammer’s” WeChat message. She peeked with one eye open. No new messages.

Chu Meng was pensive. Is she actually being sincere, or is this just a new persona?

She had checked the forum thread on Zhizhi Mumu. Most people believed the person handling the aftermath wasn’t the scammer herself. This put Chu Meng in a dilemma. Her followers were nearing 7 million, and she had promised a “scammer-punishing” mission as a fan benefit.

She discussed it with her manager. They decided to proceed. First, the mission was already advertised—changing it now would look like backing out. Second, even if the scammer was “reformed,” she had still committed the acts. Punishing her wasn’t technically wrong. To be safe, her manager would look for a “backup” plan just in case this one fell through.

It was past 1:00 AM. Chu Meng decided not to reply. She was cultivating a “sweet, soft girl” persona, and a soft girl staying up until dawn would ruin the image. She tossed her phone aside and fell asleep.

…

Lin Muxue’s wish for a quiet night was not granted.

In the dead of night, her uncle didn’t just return; he got so drunk that his friend had to call her to come fetch him.

Groggy and forced out of her routine, Lin Muxue sighed and changed into her only clean outfit: a black-and-white tennis skirt. The short skirt revealed her long, straight legs, paired with white platform sneakers that made her calves look even more slender.

Standing in the yard in the chilly mid-May air, she slightly regretted washing her other clothes so quickly. She threw on a loose jacket and headed out.

Fortunately, her uncle was at “Sam’s Bar,” a punk-themed spot in the old district nearby. Even at this hour, the street was a hazy mess of neon lights, lingering drunkards, and the smell of bile. Lin Muxue, with her clean aura and snowy-white shoes, looked entirely out of place.

“Hey little sister, how much for a… a night? Hehe.” “Beautiful, come play… I got money…”

Lin Muxue frowned and kept her distance. Most were just loudmouths, but she stayed alert. She called the contact, and a frantic voice answered: “Just stay at the alley entrance, I’ll bring him out!”

“No need, I’m at the bar entrance. Just help me carry him out to the sidewalk.”

Two minutes later, a short middle-aged man in a flamboyant afro wig emerged, grunting as he lugged a tall man with dreadlocks and tattooed arms.

The man, Chen Quan, saw Lin Muxue and hesitated. “Little niece, you’re alone? Wait here, let me ask my supervisor for a break so I can help you get Brother Zhong home.”

“You must be Uncle Chen Quan?” Lin Muxue said politely. “My uncle mentions you often. Thank you for looking after him. You can head back to work; I’ve got him.”

Chen Quan was stunned. “He… he talks about us? We’re just a bunch of nobodies.” He felt an immediate liking for this polite girl, but remained worried. “You’re just a girl, you can’t carry—”

Before he could finish, Lin Muxue stepped forward. With a practiced ease, she slung the heavy man’s arm over her shoulder and wrapped her other arm around his waist. She took his weight as easily as picking up a bag of groceries.

Chen Quan stared, mouth agape. “Uh… I… uh…”

Lin Muxue looked at him, her dark eyes calm. “Is there something else?”

“No, no… it’s just… little niece, you’re… uh, quite strong, haha.”

Lin Muxue offered a thin, warm smile. “A little bit. Uncle Chen, I’ll take him home now. Come over for a meal sometime; my uncle has troubled you all enough over the years.”

Her smile was beautiful, but Chen Quan felt a strange shiver down his spine. He watched her walk away, carrying a grown man as if he weighed nothing.

Lin Muxue was smiling because Chen Quan’s reaction was identical to the one he’d had the first time she’d fetched her uncle in her original world. Back then, she had even ended up in a few street fights alongside these rowdy uncles. They eventually stopped causing trouble because they were terrified of this “pretty little niece” who fought harder than all of them combined.

She wondered if the uncles in this timeline were still getting into fights.