After The Web Novel Great God Transmigrated As A Scummy Online Dating Top - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Lin Muxue’s uncle, Zhong Cuili, was a middle-aged bachelor who loved freedom and art above all else. Before taking in his sixteen-year-old niece, he was a starving artist who lived hand-to-mouth but was more carefree than anyone.

After taking her in, his “mortal life” began—a daily scramble for money to keep the household running. He used to complain shamelessly that if it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t have been tainted by the “smoke and fire of the secular world.” Back then, Lin Muxue’s response was to take away his rice bowl, confiscate his chopsticks, and finish the sweet-and-sour pork and braised fish all by herself.

Currently, her uncle’s “artist” aesthetic consisted of distressed wide-leg jeans, a gray tank top with several holes over the belly, and a full head of dreadlocks. His neck and arms were covered in tattoos of patterns too faded to identify.

As she dragged him out of the bar alley, Lin Muxue glanced at a broken bowl someone had discarded in the corner. She hesitated for exactly 0.03 seconds before deciding not to leave him there to supplement the family’s meager income as a beggar.

Drunk and dazed, Zhong Cuili had no idea he had just escaped a fate of street begging. He felt his “crutch” had changed. Squinting and poking his head out like a turtle, he complained in a slurred mumble, “Crutch… don’t change! This one’s poking my… my armpit! It hurts!”

He then swung his body back in a sudden fit, waving his arms and shouting, “Old Chen! Old Chen! Where’s that… that crutch from before? Thick one! Short one! Comfy!”

Lin Muxue narrowed her eyes. The moment Zhong Cuili tried to kick out and struggle, she slammed her palm against the top of his head, forcing him to stand “independently” against the wall.

Pressed against the cold bricks, Zhong Cuili blinked feebly, his eyelids feeling like they weighed a thousand pounds. He muttered a few words, but unable to break free and hearing no sound around him, he closed his eyes and started napping right there. “Why did the… the bed stand up? Hmph… a bit, hic, hard on my face. Hehe… Brother’s face is… too tender…”

Lin Muxue: “…”

Clearly, no matter the parallel universe, my uncle’s potential is exactly the same.

…

In the dimly lit alley, a young girl in a short skirt with long, fair legs was holding a large, tattooed man against a wall with one hand. It was a visually striking scene.

A few passersby turning the corner were startled. One man, who had been about to whistle and flirt, took one look, shouted “Holy crap!”, and jumped back like a startled rat. His intended harassment instantly turned into: “Little sister, do you need me to call the police?”

He became a “righteous passerby” in a heartbeat.

Lin Muxue looked at them. For some reason, the four grown men instinctively shuffled half a step away.

Facing the helpful strangers, Lin Muxue remained polite and gentle. She smiled and thanked them: “No need, thank you. This is my elder.” If you ignored her hand pinning the man to the wall, she looked exactly like a delicate student walking across a campus.

The group shared a fake smile and scurried away, whispering once they were at a safe distance. “Damn, are girls these days all that hardcore?” “Was that really her elder? Or a victim about to get his kidneys harvested?” “Probably not… they actually look quite alike.”

…

The taxi driver on the way back wasn’t as quiet as the first one. He kept glancing at the rearview mirror, clearly conflicted. A pretty, slender girl and a massive, dreadlocked man with tattoos—usually, the girl would be the victim. But since the man was unconscious and the girl had hauled him into the car, the driver’s “righteous heart” was in a state of confusion.

When they arrived, Lin Muxue cleared the air as she dragged her uncle out: “This is my uncle. We’re going home. Thank you, don’t worry.”

The driver stammered an “Oh, okay” and watched them go before immediately getting on his radio to tell his night-shift buddies: “…Seriously, a slender, pretty girl just slung that big guy over her shoulder… wait, no, she’s dragging him by the arm… man, young people today, you really can’t judge a book by its cover…”

While “Lin Muxue No. 2” had never done this, the original Lin Muxue was an expert at picking her uncle up from the streets. She dumped him on his bed, checked the weather to see if he needed a blanket, and went to her room.

Her uncle was the classic “weak drinker with a big heart.” Two glasses and he was out. The only upside was that he didn’t cause trouble when drunk; he could sleep anywhere as long as it wasn’t too hot or too cold, and he never suffered from hangovers. It was a “talent” his drinking buddies envied.

…

The Morning After

Zhong Cuili woke up to the familiar clatter of pots and pans. He stared at the mosquito net, dazed.

“Did Old Cai and the guys actually bring me home?” This seemed impossible. Was it a conspiracy?

He carefully checked the floor for traps or buckets of water. Finding none, he grabbed a random jacket from the mountain of clothes on his bed and crept out of his room like a thief. As he peeked around the doorframe, he locked eyes with Lin Muxue.

Lin Muxue, carrying a plate of side dishes and a bowl of vegetable congee: “…”

With a look of sheer disdain, she sighed and set the breakfast on the table under the shed. Without looking back, she headed back to the kitchen for utensils and called out: “Go brush your teeth and wash your face. Come eat!”

Next door, the usual mother-in-law and daughter-in-law began their daily argument, but Zhong Cuili didn’t even notice. He stared at his niece in shock, then squinted at the sky.

Did the sun rise in the west today?

Oh, wait. It was cloudy. No sun.