Under Xia Yu’s skillful provocation, the man soon found his heart filled with anger.
He felt he couldn’t just let it go, but if he were to hit someone, there were cameras around and pedestrians on the street, making it hard to act. As for cursing, he simply didn’t know how.
After hesitating for a while, the man came up with a plan—he wasn’t brave enough to hit, nor skilled at cursing, but he could still threaten and intimidate.
With that thought, he raised his hand, making a move as if he were about to strike.
In his mind, an ordinary high school girl like Wen Ziyin would be terrified and flee in panic upon seeing such a scene.
However, what he saw in Wen Ziyin’s eyes wasn’t fear—it was joy.
Before the man could figure out why Wen Ziyin looked so delighted, he felt his hand being grabbed.
As Xia Yu held his hand and tripped him with his foot, executing a powerful over-the-shoulder throw, the man was slammed heavily onto the ground.
Lying on the ground and staring at the moon in the night sky, the man felt deeply confused.
I was just trying to scare you—how come you suddenly attacked? And why did I end up losing? Since when did over-the-shoulder throws like those seen on TV become real?
Still believing he could put up a struggle, he pushed himself up from the ground, hoping he could at least change the outcome of his defeat.
But as soon as he stood steady, he was once again seized by Xia Yu in a grappling move and pinned to the ground.
“You… this…” Realizing he probably couldn’t beat Wen Ziyin, the man resorted to his mediocre cursing skills, attempting to gain the upper hand verbally. But as soon as he uttered the first three words, a chilling coldness swept over him.
With a threatening expression, Xia Yu, his face darkened, asked coldly, “What about me?”
The man opened his mouth, then silently swallowed the curse that had nearly escaped his lips.
With one hand pressing the man down, Xia Yu used the other to take out his phone and call the police.
The police arrived quickly and took the man away.
Thanks to Wen Ziyin’s identity and the clear surveillance footage showing the man raising his hand first, Xia Yu was soon released from the police station while the man was detained for further processing.
Getting into a car, Xia Yu returned to Wen Ziyin’s rural hometown.
He then proceeded with his usual routine—washing up, browsing amusing online comments on Wen Ziyin’s phone for a while, and then falling asleep.
Eight hours later, he returned to his own body.
It was midnight.
He picked up his phone and checked—no messages or calls. Xia Yu got up and walked into the living room.
He was a bit hungry.
He took a can of cola from the fridge and a bag of chips from the cabinet, then sat on the balcony of the living room, enjoying the scenery while the chips crunched loudly.
Although this was a high-end residential area, the night view wasn’t impressive—just lights and tall buildings everywhere. The moon in the sky looked dim under the artificial lighting.
The scenery here was far inferior to that of Ning Qiuer’s villa.
Speaking of Ning Qiuer, Xia Yu had another thought.
Although he had tried various methods and found no apparent issues with Ning Qiuer, he couldn’t completely rule out the possibility that she was an excellent actress or that some unexpected situations might occur. It would be safer to register Ning Qiuer into the body selection list so he could access her body anytime.
Free-select body swapping only required a moment of eye contact, which was easy to achieve. The real difficulty was making sure Ning Qiuer wouldn’t notice the loss of control over her body.
Xia Yu’s previous method was to wait until she was asleep at night.
That night at Ning Qiuer’s villa had originally been the perfect opportunity.
Too bad.
He needed to find a way to make Ning Qiuer fall asleep in front of him.
At first, Xia Yu considered sneaking into Ning Qiuer’s room, but quickly dismissed the idea.
If he had sneaking skills, he would have already done it, but he didn’t. He couldn’t be certain she wouldn’t discover him.
It seemed the only way was to use An Sixiao as a stepping stone—first using An Sixiao’s body to soothe and lull Ning Qiuer to sleep, then returning to his own body to take over.
The reason Xia Yu didn’t plan to soothe Ning Qiuer directly with his own body was to prevent her from suspecting anything.
After reviewing the plan, he nodded in satisfaction. He put down the empty chip bag and went into the living room to grab another pack of instant noodles, then returned to the balcony.
Just as he was tearing open the package, the sound of the door unlocking reached his ears.
He immediately hid the cola, instant noodles, and the empty chip bag. There were only two people at home—the one opening the door must be You Xue. If she saw her heroic older brother snacking at night, wouldn’t that ruin his image?
Soon enough, You Xue walked out like a sleepwalker.
Her eyes were half-closed, clearly still drowsy, as she stumbled into the bathroom on instinct.
Only after the toilet flushed did she become slightly more alert.
She began to wonder why she had come outside when there was a bathroom in her room.
I must have been half-asleep, mistaking this place for our old house.
After washing her hands, You Xue walked out of the bathroom and glanced at Xia Yu lying on the balcony sofa.
Her face immediately flushed red—she hadn’t closed the bathroom door. Although there was a wall blocking the view and Xia Yu was facing the window, making it impossible for him to see anything, the quiet night made every sound clearly audible.
She splashed cold water on her face and quickly walked toward her room, but paused before entering.
She thought: What was her brother doing sitting on the sofa at midnight?
Looking at Xia Yu again, she saw him resting his hands on the armrests, his head leaning back against the sofa, gazing at the moon outside at an upward angle.
This was the same older brother who was always busy playing games and going on dates with other girls—could he actually have such a poetic moment?
Was it still the aftermath of his earlier contemplation, or was he truly feeling something deep inside?
Regardless of the reason, You Xue felt she couldn’t just ignore it. Quietly, she approached Xia Yu from behind.
“Gege.” Her voice was soft as she gently placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned forward to look into his eyes.
It should have been a very warm moment, but before her eyes fully shifted to Xia Yu’s face, she caught sight of the cola, chips, and instant noodles on his lap.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Xia Yu continued chewing on the instant noodles. Since it was already exposed, there was no need to hide anymore.
If dignity was going to be lost, so be it.
Stunned for two seconds, You Xue snatched the cola and instant noodles and sat on the nearby sofa, starting to eat.
Chewing hungrily, she glared at Xia Yu with obvious resentment:
I was so worried about you, and you were secretly snacking alone at night!
Xia Yu stood up nonchalantly and walked toward his room, reminding You Xue on the way: “Eat less.”
“You ate first!” You Xue protested.
Ignoring her, Xia Yu returned to his bedroom and continued sleeping.
At eight o’clock the next morning, he was woken up by the sound of his phone ringing—the ringtone for an incoming call.
Still half-asleep, he pressed the answer button. Kong Hanyue’s voice came through: “Yuyu Yuyu! The kid you sent to the police station the other day was really your little sister!”
Xia Yu immediately snapped wide awake.
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