Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Lin Wanyu held a warm glass of milk, her gaze seemingly falling on Qin Yumo, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

She had to admit that Qin Yumo was indeed very eye-catching.

A well-tailored white dress accentuated her slender figure, and the hem swayed gently with her steps, revealing her delicate, fair ankles.

The exquisite makeup perfectly accentuated her striking features.

Her eyebrows and eyes exuded a mature woman's charm, her hair was styled smoothly and glossy, and her whole being radiated a sense of meticulous refinement.

Lin Wanyu subconsciously glanced down at the cartoon bear pajamas she was wearing.

Pure cotton fabric is soft and comfortable, but it lacks a certain sophistication.

Her face was so bare that she didn't even have a layer of makeup.

In terms of looks and temperament, she believed that with her innate nobility and liveliness as the eldest daughter of the Lin family bank, she could have a slight edge.

That composure is ingrained in one's bones, something that cannot be easily surpassed through later efforts.

However, her current casual "just woke up" appearance, compared to Qin Yumo's radiant beauty, didn't create any significant difference.

It fell short in terms of "refinement".

She gently bit her lower lip, her fingers tightening slightly around the milk glass, silently competing with herself:

Next time I must prepare better, wear the dress that best suits my temperament, and put on an elegant yet eye-catching makeup look.

At that time, I will definitely be able to leave Qin Yumo, that somewhat threatening woman, far behind, and completely bewitch A Yao.

Haha ...

On the other side, Zeng Xiaoxian was completely unaware of the slightly competitive look Lin Wanyu gave Qin Yumo, and even less aware of the subtle atmosphere between the two girls.

He rubbed his hands together, a signature, slightly exaggerated smile on his face, and enthusiastically introduced Lin Yao and Lin Wanyu.

Upon hearing this, Qin Yumo gained a certain understanding of Lin Yao and Lin Wanyu, and a polite smile appeared on her face.

Actually, she had heard the names of these two people from her best friend Hu Yifei before she even arrived.

Hu Yifei also said, "One is handsome, and the other is very good-looking."

At the time, she thought it was just her best friend being polite.

But now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I realize that what Hu Yifei said was absolutely true.

Lin Wanyu was wearing the most ordinary home clothes, with no makeup, but she couldn't hide her lively and charming temperament.

With fair skin and a clean, bright look in her eyes, even Qin Yumo, who considers herself a fashionista, couldn't help but admire her.

Natural beauty is indeed the most insurmountable advantage; no matter how exquisite the makeup, it can't compare to such natural beauty.

As for Lin Yao, Qin Yumo's gaze lingered on him for a few seconds, and she felt even more puzzled.

The man in front of her was tall and straight, with deep-set eyes and a calm demeanor—the kind of man who could easily make a girl's heart flutter.

But the way he looked at me was indifferent, without the slightest surprise, as if my appearance was no different from that of an ordinary passerby in his eyes.

This is really illogical.

Qin Yumo frowned slightly, muttering to herself:

Even if Lin Wanyu is very beautiful, it shouldn't make him completely blind to other women, right?

Aren't all men always "eating what's in their bowl while eyeing what's in the pot"?

Lin Yao, of course, had no idea about Qin Yumo's inner thoughts. He nodded to Qin Yumo, his tone calm and easygoing:

"Since you're here, would you like to sit down and have breakfast together?"

If it were someone else, they might have already accepted the invitation and sat down, since it was a rather polite invitation.

But Qin Yumo is a person with high emotional intelligence, and she could hear the politeness in Lin Yao's tone.

It wasn't a heartfelt invitation, but more like a polite greeting.

So she immediately gave an apologetic smile and gently shook her head:

"No, no, I still need to find Yifei, so I won't bother you any longer."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards Hu Yifei's room. Seeing this, Zeng Xiaoxian quickly followed, shouting:

"Wait for me, Yu Mo. I also need to see Yi Fei."

His anxious look made it clear to anyone with eyes that he wasn't looking for Hu Yifei at all; he simply didn't want to be an unwanted third wheel.

Watching the two figures leave one after the other, Lin Wanyu couldn't help but chuckle. Her eyes crinkled into crescents, and her slight competitive spirit vanished instantly.

She turned around, skipped and hopped to the dining table, and looked at the sandwiches, fried eggs and warm milk on the table, her eyes shining like stars.

This was breakfast that Lin Yao had specially prepared for her.

She picked up a sandwich and took a small bite.

The soft bread, sandwiched with a tender fried egg and crisp lettuce, has a perfect texture and a rich aroma that fills the mouth.

She squinted her eyes, chewing slowly, a warm sweetness welling up inside her, sweeter than the sandwich in her mouth.

This tastes even better than the breakfast my mom makes with the Michelin-starred chef.

She stole a glance at Lin Yao, who was clearing away the dishes, and her smile deepened.

This must be the legendary breakfast made with love, right?

While eating, Lin Wanyu suddenly and deliberately stretched out her foot and gently kicked Lin Yao's calf, a sly smile on her face:

"Ah Yao, you graduated from the same college as me, how come your breakfast is so delicious? I don't remember there being a culinary major in our college."

Lin Yao looked down at her dangling feet, then looked up at the smile in her eyes, and gently flicked her forehead:

"Can't you shut up with food?"

"oops."

Lin Wanyu covered her forehead, feeling that Lin Yao was treating her like a child, and felt a little resentful.

She immediately put down her milk cup, pounced on Lin Yao, and reached out her slender fingers to tickle him.

"Let you flick me."

Caught off guard, Lin Yao was tackled by her, and the two of them fell onto the sofa next to them.

The soft sofa sank in slightly as Lin Wanyu lay on top of him, her fingers nimbly tickling his waist.

"Hahaha... Stop tickling me, stop tickling me..."

Lin Yao was ticklish, and even with his increased strength, this hadn't changed. He couldn't help but chuckle and reached out to grab her mischievous wrist.

With a little more seriousness, Lin Yao pinned her down on the sofa and then, mimicking her actions, reached out to tickle her armpits.

"Let's see if you'll still cause trouble. Do you know you're wrong now?"

"Ah! It itches. Hahaha... Yao, I know I was wrong."

Lin Wanyu laughed until tears almost came out. She curled up into a ball and twisted desperately, but she couldn't escape his fingers no matter what she did. She could only beg for mercy repeatedly.

Upon hearing Lin Wanyu's words of surrender, Lin Yao withdrew his hand, his fingertips still carrying her faint fragrance.

After a long while, Lin Wanyu finally caught her breath, her face flushed, and glared at Lin Yao.

Then, she got up from the sofa and patted her clothes with feigned disgust:

"It's all your fault, you've wrinkled my clothes. I'm going to wash my hands."

Lin Yao raised an eyebrow at her, then slowly stood up: "Wash your hands then, who's afraid of who?"

So the two of them ran to the bathroom again, bickering over "who washes their hands first," and in the end Lin Yao gave in.

Watching her squeeze out hand sanitizer and lather her hands under the tap, a smile flashed in her eyes.

As evening approached, the afterglow of the setting sun painted half the sky red.

Lin Wanyu changed into a casual outfit, carried a small bag, and enthusiastically dragged Lin Yao out shopping.

Lin Yao smiled and nodded, letting her hold his hand as they strolled through the shops in the streets and alleys.

She was picking and choosing in front of him, while Lin Yao followed behind her, patiently listening to her chattering and carrying the things she had selected.

When the two returned to 3602 carrying large and small bags, they placed the newly bought cushions on the sofa, changed the curtains to a warm floral pattern, and put the green plants behind the windowsill.

The cottage instantly became more cozy and elegant, exuding a sense of life everywhere.

After everything was tidied up, night had already fallen.

The two sat on the sofa watching TV, with Lin Wanyu sitting next to Lin Yao. She held a bag of potato chips in her hand and popped one into her mouth every now and then.

A fairly interesting variety show was playing on TV, and the two chatted casually as they watched, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the glass door of the balcony.

Lin Yao and Lin Wanyu turned their heads at the same time and saw Lu Zhanbo's face, filled with embarrassment and anxiety, pressed against the glass, his hair messy and his eyes full of pleading.

Lin Yao got up and opened the door. Lu Zhanbo immediately clasped his hands together, pleading with a bitter face:

"Brother Yao, Wanyu, save me."

"What's wrong?" Lin Wanyu put down the potato chips and looked at him curiously.

Lu Zhanbo sighed, his voice filled with despair:

"Didn't my sister ask me to call Officer Moran and then arrange a meeting with her? I agreed at the time, but it was easy to agree and difficult to do."

I hesitated all day, not daring to send a single message. I was afraid that if I was found out, my sister would punish me mercilessly.

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together and paced back and forth in the living room, his forehead glistening with sweat.

Lin Yao looked at his embarrassed appearance, a mischievous smile flashing in his eyes.

I'm just looking for some entertainment.

Such a dilemma, typical of Zhanbo.

I'll lend you a hand.

Thinking this, Lin Yao said, "Oh? So what do you plan to do? You can't just keep hiding, can you? I can tell your sister has a rather short temper. If she doesn't keep her promise, you'll be in big trouble."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhanbo nodded in deep agreement, then moved closer to Lin Yao, looking at him expectantly:

"Brother Yao, you're so smart, can you give me some advice? I really don't know what to do."

Seeing Lu Zhanbo's anxious look, Lin Yao's smile deepened.

That's exactly what he wanted to hear.

Helping Lu Zhanbo was secondary; the main reason was that he suddenly felt that watching Lu Zhanbo frantically trying to date was actually quite interesting.

So, Lin Yao suddenly had the idea of ​​"the more the merrier" pop into his mind.

He took out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and found the name of someone who claimed to be a "veteran in love and a master at picking up girls."

Lü Ziqiao.

I met Lu Ziqiao, who was posing as a priest, when I checked in, and then I casually added him on the phone.

The call was answered quickly, and Lin Yao didn't beat around the bush, getting straight to the point:

"Ziqiao, do me a favor. Lu Zhanbo is going on a date with Officer Mo Lan. Can you come over and be his dating coach?"

Lu Ziqiao whistled on the other end of the phone, his tone full of smugness:

"Hey, Lin Yao, you've come to the right person. I'm the best at being a relationship coach."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yao turned to look at Lu Zhanbo, who was still pacing nervously, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a relaxed tone:

"Don't worry, I've got your back."

As night deepens, the city lights begin to illuminate the night.

The bar gradually filled with customers, and soothing music mixed with the aroma of alcohol permeated the air.

Lin Yao and Lin Wanyu sat on bar stools next to the bar, with two colorful cocktails in front of them, each with a fresh lemon slice stuck in its rim.

The ice cubes clinked gently in the glass, making a crisp sound.

Lin Wanyu held the wine glass, took a small sip, and the cool liquid with a faint fruity aroma slid down her throat.

She turned her head slightly, her gaze sweeping around the bar, a vague sense of doubt creeping into her heart.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that the staff at the bar were looking at her differently.

When the bartenders and waiters passed by the bar, their eyes would always fall on her with a hint of barely perceptible awe.

She was even a little cautious, unlike how casual and natural she was with other guests.

Moreover, she also noticed that the bar's decor seemed to be quietly changing.

When I visited before, the bar lights were a bit too bright, and the wall decorations looked rather outdated.

But now, the lights are much softer.

Several refreshing paintings were hung on the wall, and even the arrangement of the tables and chairs was more reasonable than before, making the whole place look much more pleasing to the eye.

Lin Wanyu frowned, her mind filled with confusion: Was this bar being renovated in secret?

Little did she know that all these changes stemmed from Lin Yao beside her.

Lin Yao had already used his financial power to quietly buy the bar.

Previously, Lin Yao's account had accumulated 1000 "small goals," and in US dollars.

It's not something you just put on display.

For Lin Yao, money is for improving life. He wants to make himself and Lin Wanyu live comfortably and happily, and this little bit of money is nothing to him.

Just as Lin Wanyu was pondering to herself, Lu Zhanbo's phone suddenly rang.

He picked up his phone and looked at it; his face instantly turned even paler, and his hands began to tremble.

"Wha...what's wrong?"

Lin Yao raised an eyebrow and asked.

Lu Zhanbo swallowed hard, his voice trembling:

"Officer Moran said she had a minor car accident before leaving get off work and will be a little late..."

After saying that, he suddenly grabbed Lin Yao's arm, his eyes full of pleading:

"Lin Yao, do you think she'll be angry? Should I send her another message to ask? Also, what should I say when we meet later? Are you really confident?"

He asked several questions in quick succession, his tone urgent, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, clearly indicating that he was extremely nervous.

Lin Yao patted the back of his hand, reassuring him, "Calm down, it's just a meeting, right? With Ziqiao here, it'll be fine."

He had barely finished speaking when his phone rang. He answered, and Lu Ziqiao's energetic voice came through the receiver:

"Brother, I've arrived."

Lin Yao looked up.

Under the lights at the bar entrance, Lu Ziqiao was dressed in a smart black suit.

His hair was neatly combed, his leather shoes were polished to a shine, and he looked very elegant, a stark contrast to his usual carefree and irresponsible demeanor.

As soon as he entered, he attracted the attention of many girls in the bar, and even a few bartenders couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

Lu Ziqiao clearly enjoyed being watched, raising his chin slightly with a confident smile on his lips as he walked straight toward the bar.

At the same time, with his amazing observational skills, he immediately noticed Lin Yao and Lin Wanyu, who were the most beautiful people present.

The two sat together, looking quite intimate, and Lu Ziqiao immediately suppressed the amazement in his eyes, replacing it with a hint of understanding.

His gaze was slightly turned to the side.

Although he may seem a bit of a "jerk" and changes girlfriends faster than he changes clothes, he still has his own bottom line deep down.

He always kept his distance from girls who were already in relationships and would never do anything inappropriate.

Lu Ziqiao walked to the bar and sat down, and the waiter immediately handed him a menu.

He waved his hand, turned to look at Lin Yao, raised an eyebrow, and asked:

"Brother, tell me, what do you want with me?"

Lin Yao pointed to Lu Zhanbo, who was sitting restlessly beside him, and said succinctly:

"Help him. He's going on a date with Officer Moran, so you can be his dating coach."

As he spoke, he pulled a thick wad of cash from his wallet, placed it on the bar counter, and pushed it in front of Lü Ziqiao:

"This is the operating fund. Let me know if it's not enough."

Lu Ziqiao's eyes lit up instantly when he saw the thick stack of banknotes.

He unceremoniously stuffed the money into his pocket, then patted his chest and spoke with a bold tone:

"Don't worry. Leave it to me, Lü Xiaobu. I guarantee Zhanbo will win the heart of his beauty."

"Will it really work?"

Seeing Lu Ziqiao's greedy appearance, Lu Zhanbo felt a little nervous, but his face still showed suspicion.

Lu Ziqiao didn't take this to heart. The will of the investor was paramount, and he had professional ethics.

Even if the money wasn't given by Lu Zhanbo, it was still Lin Yao who paid for it.

As for Lin Yao, he didn't explain anything, he just smiled, stood up, and patted the still nervous Lu Zhanbo on the shoulder:

"Come on, let your relationship coach teach you a few tricks, and you'll understand how much affection it contains."

……

On the other side, in another corner of the city, a black sedan was driving towards the bar.

Moran sat in the passenger seat, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, a hint of tension on her face.

Her brother was driving. He glanced at his sister in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but say something:

"When we meet later, don't mention anything about your past as a detective, like chasing criminals or catching thieves. Don't say anything. You might scare the young man away."

Moran nodded, but felt even more nervous.

She actually had a decent impression of Lu Zhanbo.

She was afraid that she would speak too bluntly or accidentally reveal her "tomboy" nature, which would ruin things between the two of them.

She sighed softly, silently praying in her heart: Lu Zhanbo, please don't give yourself away, and please don't let me scare you away.

……

By 7:30 p.m., the bar was already bustling with activity. All the main characters and supporting actors were making their appearances.

Lu Zhanbo and Lu Ziqiao were sitting in a booth on the left, with Lu Ziqiao enthusiastically imparting his "dating secrets" to Lu Zhanbo.

Lu Zhanbo sat to the side, listening intently, nodding occasionally as if he had gained something, though his face still showed tension.

After a while, Lu Ziqiao had left Lu Zhanbo's booth and was sitting at the small independent table in the middle.

I was having a lively conversation with a girl in a red dress.

He spoke animatedly, making the girl smile.

Seeing this, Lin Yao sighed inwardly, "As expected of a famous love guru, he made a stranger smile like that so quickly."

On the right side of the bar, Lin Wanyu was leaning on the bar, playing with a wine glass in her hand.

Seeing Lin Yao approach, she immediately looked up, waved to him, and her eyes were full of smiles.

"Lin Yao, over here."

In the sofa area at the back of the bar, Hu Yifei, Zeng Xiaoxian, and Qin Yumo were sitting together drinking.

Hu Yifei held her wine glass, but her gaze kept drifting towards the booth on her left, her brows slightly furrowed.

They were clearly keeping a close eye on Lu Zhanbo, afraid he would ruin the blind date.

Zeng Xiaoxian sat next to him, muttering to himself, seemingly talking about something.

Qin Yumo held her phone, occasionally replying to messages, and sometimes glancing up at Lin Yao and Lin Wanyu with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Just then, a man wearing a black jacket approached the bar counter at the entrance of the bar.

That's Moran's brother.

He ordered a glass of iced water, his gaze occasionally sweeping towards the booth, clearly observing Lu Zhanbo discreetly and keeping an eye on things for his sister.

Lin Yao stood still, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone in the bar.

Seeing Lu Zhanbo's nervousness, Hu Yifei's worry, Lu Ziqiao's smugness, and Mo Lan's wariness, a pleasant smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

This blind date is getting more and more interesting.

Thinking this, Lin Yao slowly walked towards Lin Wanyu, who was waving at him from beside the bar.

……