After The Web Novel Great God Transmigrated As A Scummy Online Dating Top - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

In her original world, Lin Muxue had been managing her uncle’s life since she was sixteen. To her, this was just another Tuesday. To Zhong Cuili, however, this was a paranormal event.

He stood by the door, clutching his jacket, watching her with the wary eyes of a man who suspected he might be hallucinating. The “niece” in his memory would currently be either screaming into her phone at a “boyfriend” or fast asleep until noon, leaving him to forage for leftover takeout.

Lin Muxue set the chopsticks down with a sharp clack.

“Are you planning to photosynthesize, or are you going to wash up?” she asked, her voice calm but carrying the unmistakable weight of a primary school headmistress.

Zhong Cuili jumped. “I’m going! I’m going!”

He scurried to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. When he finally sat down at the small table under the steel shed, the smell of the hot vegetable congee made his stomach growl. It was light, savory, and exactly what a hungover stomach needed.

He took a tentative sip, then another, peeking at Lin Muxue over the rim of the bowl. She was eating elegantly, her back straight, looking nothing like the rebellious “spicy girl” who usually lived in that room.

“Um… Muxue?” he started, his voice raspy. “Did… did Old Cai bring me back last night? I remember a crutch. A very stiff, very angry crutch.”

Lin Muxue didn’t look up. “That crutch was me. And if you call me a crutch again, next time I’ll leave you to ‘photosynthesize’ against the bar wall.”

Zhong Cuili choked on a piece of preserved radish. “You? You picked me up? Alone?” He looked at her slender arms. “How did you… I mean, I’m not exactly a lightweight…”

“Adrenaline is a powerful thing,” she lied smoothly, finally looking him in the eye. “Especially when your niece realizes she’s broke, has 99 angry women looking for her, and decides that if she has to live in this dump, she’s going to make sure the only relative she has left doesn’t die of alcohol poisoning in a gutter.”

Zhong Cuili winced. He had heard about the “99 girlfriends” disaster. He’d been too afraid to bring it up, fearing another explosive argument.

“So… you’re not mad? About the money? Or the… uh… the octopus thing?”

Lin Muxue sighed, setting her spoon down. “I’m past being mad. I’ve realized that being a ‘scumbag’ is too exhausting. I’ve returned the money I could, and I’m writing again to pay off the rest. From now on, things are changing. Starting with this house.”

She swept a hand across the yard. “You need to help me clear the junk this afternoon. And no more drinking until 3 AM on weekdays. If you want to be a ‘Director,’ you should start by directing your own life.”

Zhong Cuili stared at her, a piece of radish still stuck to his lip. He felt like a stray dog that had accidentally wandered into a five-star hotel. It was confusing, slightly terrifying, but the food was really, really good.

“Okay,” he whispered, strangely cowed. “What do we do first?”