After The Web Novel Great God Transmigrated As A Scummy Online Dating Top - Chapter 37

Chapter 37

After a brief conversation on the beach, the two women realized that Chu Meng’s home was nearby, while Lin Muxue had finished her work in S-City and was taking the opportunity to sightsee.

You’re actually quite impressive, Chu Meng said, eyeing her with genuine interest. Finding this beach isn’t easy. It’s one of the few spots that hasn’t been fenced off for development or entrance fees.

Lin Muxue smiled. “I’m just used to studying maps beforehand. Chatting with locals is the best way to find hidden gems.

Chu Meng’s tea-brown eyes sparkled with admiration. You seem like the type of person who is incredibly organized and plans everything out. That’s amazing. I’m the opposite I just trust destiny and hope I don’t get lost.

Being stared at with such pure admiration made Lin Muxue a bit self-conscious. She had been praised many times before, but something about those eyes made her heart skip a beat. She looked away, chuckling. You sound like an old classmate of mine. Her travel plans are entirely conceptual too.

Chu Meng truly envied that level of organization. She was the type to write a dozen study schedules and break them all on day one. It was the classic case of wanting what you lack.

Since Chu Meng grew up here, she knew exactly where to go. It’s been a while since I ate at Auntie Qin’s place. Her seafood fried rice is incredible! My treat!

Perhaps because she was in such a good mood, her Sweetie habits slipped out the way she ended her sentence with a soft, rising ya sounded almost like she was acting cute.

Lin Muxue felt a slight itch in her ears. The voice was uncannily similar to her Sweetie online friend. But she shook her head.

If “Miss No. 1 hadn’t sent a photo of herself in a mask before, Lin Muxue might have actually suspected a connection. But the photo Miss No. 1 sent showed double eyelids (clearly cosmetic tape), a round face, and tattooed straight eyebrows. In contrast, the Chu Meng standing before her had a palm-sized heart-shaped face, almond eyes that tilted up at the corners, and natural “wild” eyebrows that gave her an air of spirited enthusiasm.

Even a person with face-blindness could see they were different people.

What she didn’t know was that Chu Meng was having the same internal crisis. Lin Muxue’s voice was very distinct. Now that they were talking at length, Chu Meng thought the voice sounded exactly like her favorite “scumbag” friend.

The reason she dismissed it was the same: the photos. When they first matched on the site, the Lin Muxue No. 2 persona had been nervous. Back then, before her grand ambitions, she had sent a photo of herself in a mask with thick bangs, bright rainbow-streaked hair, and heavy eye makeup. There was no way to connect that edgy look with the elegant, refined lady in front of her.

The Legend of the Trash Bin

After a day of sightseeing and a lunch that Chu Meng sneakily paid for in advance, Lin Muxue flew back to W-City.

As soon as she got home and finished a grocery run, she ran into her neighbor, Auntie Liu. The older woman’s eyes were practically glowing with gossip. “Did you hear? Zhang Zhaoguang got a bag thrown over his head and beaten up again!”

Auntie Liu leaned in closer. He called a friend to bail him out of detention, but only two days after he got out, someone ambushed him on his way home from work, beat him, and dumped him in a trash can! Can you believe it?”

Lin Muxue was confused. Wasn’t that days ago?

“No, no!” Auntie Liu cackled. He just got out of the hospital a couple of days ago and came to your door, shouting that it must have been you who hired someone. And guess what? The very next night, he got beaten up again!

Lin Muxue realized the again was the key part of the story. She kept her face calm. Who knows who he offended out there? If I wanted to hit him, would I really need to wait for an opportunity?

Auntie Liu choked. She remembered how badly Lin Muxue had handled him personally that night. Well, everyone says it looks like something your Little Uncle would do.

Lin Muxue’s expression turned stern. She set down her groceries and pulled out her phone. Auntie Liu, could you tell me specifically who is saying that? If the impact of these rumors reaches a certain level, it’s considered a criminal act of defamation. I should take notes.

Auntie Liu’s face paled. Her gossip-hungry expression vanished, replaced by panic. Oh, no, no! Don’t be so serious!

Protecting against illegal acts is every citizen’s duty, Lin Muxue said solemnly.

Auntie Liu couldn’t continue the conversation. Oh! I forgot I have soup on the stove! I have to go! Xiao Xue, I was just talking nonsense, don’t mind me!

Once the neighbor fled, Lin Muxue tucked her phone away and went inside. After putting the groceries away, she called her Little Uncle.

Hello? Muxue? Everything okay? he shouted over some background noise.

“Traveling back and forth over hundreds of miles just to beat someone up aren’t you tired?” she asked directly.

“What? I’m so busy my heels are hitting the back of my head! I haven’t been back, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” His voice went an octave higher a surefire sign of a guilty conscience.

Lin Muxue laughed softly, her voice filled with warmth. Oh, so it wasn’t you seeking revenge for me? I must have been mistaken. I’ll go find this ‘anonymous hero’ then. I can’t give them a banner, but I should at least buy them some fruit and flowers to show my gratitude.

Hearing that, the Little Uncle immediately folded. “Forget the fruit! We’re family, why talk like that? He burst into a proud, boastful laugh, explaining in detail how he and his buddies drove day and night on backroads to avoid leaving a digital trail, just to ambush Zhang Zhaoguang.

I’m moved that you went that far for me, Lin Muxue said gently once he finished his detective retelling. But don’t do it again, it’s too tiring. Besides.

Her Little Uncle braced for her to say it wasn’t necessary, but instead, she said:

Besides, revenge is a dish best served as a ‘slow, steady stream’.

Little Uncle: ???

I’m not sure that idiom belongs in this context, but it sounds terrifyingly logical coming from her.

She sent him a large digital red envelope as a thank you meal for him and his friends. He didn’t want to take it, but Muxue insisted. I made some money from my novel recently. This is to treat the ‘uncles’ for being so loyal.

That’s my niece! he thought proudly. Classy, sensible, and knows how to keep the elders’ faces shining!