Fully Geared Up to Chase the Girls
After receiving Su Xiuer's call, Chu Mo quickly emerged from the club. Spotting the four of them, she asked curiously, "Why didn't you all come inside?"
"Little Yue's a guy, after all. It wouldn't be great for him to head in there," Su Xiuer explained. "Besides, we're here today to hang out with you and have some fun together."
"Sure! Where do you all want to go?" Chu Mo agreed readily. Though she couldn't bear to leave the gym she'd built from the ground up with her own hands, she treasured her time with her good sisters even more. Once she married into the Zhang family, she'd likely have no chances to come out like this again.
The four women turned to Wang Yue in unison.
The three Su sisters went without saying—they'd been confined at home cultivating for the past three years, only allowed out three days a month.
And Chu Mo was much the same. Ever since opening the gym, she'd spent ninety percent of her time there.
Calling them all homebodies was spot on; they naturally had little idea of the fun spots around town.
But if they were homebodies, Wang Yue was a full-fledged shut-in too—and one who'd been cooped up far longer than them. Even if he remembered a few places from his past life, most had faded from memory by now.
Still, a man couldn't show weakness too often. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Hop in the car. I'll take you around."
None of the four doubted him, especially not the Su sisters.
They'd told him last night to research tips on chasing girls overnight; he must have a plan ready by now.
Little did they know, Wang Yue had studied diligently last night—but not girl-chasing tips. No, he'd spent half the night with his aunt, researching what came after successfully chasing a girl.
Once in the car, Wang Yue multitasked: driving with one hand while pulling up his communicator with the other. He pretended to check directions but was actually scanning nearby spots frantically.
Before long, he pulled into a parking lot outside an arcade.
"An arcade? Isn't that just for boys?" Su Jin'er said with a slight frown.
Su Jiaojiao bounced with excitement, though. "Nah, I love it! Let's go in!"
"What do you think, Mo Mo?" Su Xiuer asked.
Chu Mo nodded. "I'd like to go in and unwind too."
Su Jin'er and Su Xiuer exchanged knowing looks. Clearly, Wang Yue had thought of Chu Mo's recent bad mood and brought her here to let loose and vent. They both gave him silent thumbs-ups in their hearts.
The arcades of this era were nothing like those from centuries ago. Now, they featured virtual reality games controlled by brainwaves—experiences indistinguishable from reality, but utterly safe. Even ordinary folks could battle fierce beasts without risk.
Once inside, the group picked a game where heroes stormed a demon realm, slaying the demon king to claim treasure and clear the level.
The setup was simple and timeless, but the immersion was flawless. Hooking into the brainwaves, the five felt truly transported into the game world. The key difference: everyone started with identical stats. A cultivator's strength or realm meant nothing here.
"The game's not challenging on its own. How about a contest?" Su Xiuer suggested. "My sisters and I team up as one group, you and Little Yue as the other. We'll split paths—whoever reaches the innermost demon castle first wins."
"Why's it two against three? That's not fair," Chu Mo protested.
Su Xiuer grinned. "It's perfectly balanced. Jin'er and I can't split up—we count as one super-strong unit. Little Yue's a martial genius; even with equal stats, he'll have an edge in combat games—that makes him second. You've got more experience than Jiao Jiao, so third. Jiao Jiao's fourth. Pair first with fourth, second with third—fair as can be."
"Makes sense. Let's do it," Chu Mo agreed with a nod. It was just a casual game among friends and family; no need to get competitive. Winning or losing didn't matter—fun did.
The five split into two teams, charging left and right into demon territory.
Perhaps pent-up frustration fueled her, but Chu Mo went berserk upon entry—reckless, strategy-free charges, heedless of danger.
She was venting her inner bitterness and resentment this way, no doubt.
Left with no choice, Wang Yue played full-time protector: slaying demons while shielding them both.
Thankfully, his rising cultivation sharpened his reflexes, giving him an edge in the game. They barreled through bumps and scrapes all the way to the realm's depths, reaching the castle first.
It was just a game—death meant logout, no harm done—but Wang Yue's constant care touched Chu Mo deeply.
Her background was prestigious on paper: both paternal and maternal clans were martial families. But her mother had been frail since childhood, unable to cultivate. Beautiful as she was, the family treated her as mere marriage bait.
Her father was no better—a philandering mess with mistresses galore, bastards aplenty. As the nominal legitimate daughter, Chu Mo got no respect; like her mother, she was just another pawn.
From childhood, family warmth came only from her mother. Her natural optimism and her gym kept her going; otherwise, she'd have withered away long ago.
But even the toughest woman craved a man's care—and the rarer it was, the more precious.
Yesterday, she'd called Wang Yue handsome and sweet to the Su sisters, just casual talk. Now? She was genuinely smitten.
Too bad he was just a kid with a fiancée—and she was betrothed too. No chance for them.
Chu Mo sighed inwardly.
Soon, the Su sisters arrived. The rest of the game was a breeze.
Exiting the pods, Su Jin'er and Su Xiuer saw Chu Mo not relieved, but more melancholic. They shot Wang Yue questioning looks.
He shrugged helplessly. He knew zilch about this—he was a pro at fucking pussies, but girl-chasing? Zero experience.
In bed, he read women like a book: when to speed up, slow down, tease gently or pound like a storm. He orchestrated perfect orgasms.
But day-to-day? Making them laugh, pursuing them, guessing moods? Total blackout.
Since Wang Yue was stumped, Su Jin'er and Su Xiuer decided to observe themselves. They picked another game.
This one resembled an old classic called League of Legends from centuries back: player-vs-player battles.
Perfect for five: a 5v5 match.
Wang Yue went full gentle giant again, picking a support healer role to back the four women. It melted every heart.
No wonder women understood women best. After one round, aside from carefree Su Jiaojiao who just loved the thrill, Su Jin'er and Su Xiuer got why Chu Mo was more down.
They felt it too—a flutter for this sweet, caring boy.
Theirs hit harder: he was their cousin. Chu Mo faced mere societal hurdles; they battled ethics.
Two games later, it was nearing noon. As they headed upstairs to the buffet, a group approached.
Young men led by a twenties-something sharply dressed youth.
"Mo Mo, what a coincidence—fancy running into you here." The leader smiled in greeting as they closed in.
"Zhang Qing'tian." Chu Mo nodded wearily. He was her family's arranged fiancé, the Zhang family's legitimate son in Jinling.
Zhang Qing'tian chuckled. "We're practically married—why so formal?"
"Exactly, Mo Mo. That's no way to be," Su Xiuer chimed in. "You should call him Zhang Old Four."
"You...!" Zhang Qing'tian fumed.
At a past gathering, his father had joked—calling himself Zhang Old Three to please a bigwig, dubbing young Zhang Old Four.
Someone spread it; now all Jinling knew. "Zhang Old Three and Four" was their ultimate taboo.
"What? It's your name—can't we say it?" Su Xiuer huffed.
Furious but wary of the Su family, Zhang Qing'tian ignored her, fixing on Chu Mo. "Mo Mo, come with me!"
"Why should she?" Su Xiuer blocked her. "She's not even married into your Zhangs yet—and even if she were, you can't restrict her freedom."
Enraged but not daring to act out, he just obstructed their path.
Wang Yue stepped forward. "Zhang Old Four, right? We're going to eat. Move aside."
"Stop calling me that!" A kid challenging him? Zhang Qing'tian roared, "Or else!"
"Or else what?" Wang Yue dug his ear with his pinky, playing street punk.
"Wang Yue, others fear you—I don't!" Zhang Qing'tian bellowed.
"No one's asking fear. Just don't block the way. Good dogs don't block paths—you're not even that, huh?" Wang Yue said coolly.
Zhang Qing'tian clenched his fists but dared not strike, glaring at Chu Mo. "Chu Mo, last chance: with me or not?"
"A blocking mutt—and a clingy one." Wang Yue turned to his cousin. "Jiao Jiao, what do you do with a clingy mutt in the way?"
Su Jiaojiao, loving drama, grinned. "Kick it aside, duh."
"Spot on." Wang Yue praised—then lashed a kick at Zhang Qing'tian's chest.
Zhang Qing'tian never expected the public strike; it was too fast to dodge. He staggered back, caught by buddies to avoid falling.
"Wang Yue, you dare hit me?!" Shock and rage.
"So what? Teaching you manners." Wang Yue shrugged lightly. "In Jinling, Zhangs don't get to strut."
The arcade buzzed; onlookers gathered. Wang Yue's words drew smirks.
Zhang Qing'tian hadn't been that cocky—just asking his fiancée to come along.
Wang Yue's side started it: Su Xiuer's taunts, then his punch. Now claiming he was arrogant?
But no one spoke up. Gods fighting—mortals steer clear.
One side: Jinling Zhang heir. Other: the three families' shared singleton prodigy.
Zhang Qing'tian seethed in impotent fury.
Qi Condensation 5th layer—but that kick proved Wang Yue exceeded Zhang intel.
Background? Outmatched. Strength? Same. Reckless fight meant eating the loss—and later reckoning.
"Fine. We'll see." He spat venom at Chu Mo—past Su Xiuer—before storming off.
"See? Bullies who bully weak and blame others—not husband material," Su Xiuer seized the moment.
Chu Mo smiled bitterly. "I knew. But family arranged it—what can I do?"
"Plenty," Su Xiuer said. "Mom's right: repay family lots of ways. Why sacrifice your life?"
With gawkers lingering, Wang Yue prompted, "Let's eat first."
Upstairs was a buffet. Inside, Su Xiuer said, "Mo Mo, Little Yue—grab seats. I know what you like."
Chu Mo nodded, sitting with Wang Yue. Suddenly: "Wang Yue, are you pursuing me?"
"Huh?" He grinned sheepishly. "You saw through it?"
"Xiuer set it up so obviously." Chu Mo smiled, then earnestly: "Thanks."
"Pursuing you, and thanks?"
"I know: you're making me reject the Zhang betrothal, then stepping in to help. So, thanks."
"Don't say that. You're my cousins' bestie—who else helps? Plus, good for our three families."
Chu Mo paused, then: "So pursuing me's just their task? No real interest?"
"Not quite... actually... I mean... uh... dunno how to put it." Wang Yue stammered.
Not acting this time—genuinely stumped.
Dislike Chu Mo? Lie. As a proper little pervert, how could he not crave a stunner like her?
But head-over-heels obsessed? Not yet. They'd just met, barely knew each other. She was gorgeous, sure—but which three-family beauty wasn't? Many outshone her, like his two cousins.
Chu Mo laughed. "You do like me a bit, right?"
"Yep." No hesitation now.
"What do you like about me?"
"Can't pinpoint. Just... like. Stuff you can explain's appreciation, not like. Your looks, figure, independence, responsibility, family devotion? Admirable. But not why I like you—plenty girls have that, and I don't like them. It's just... a feeling."
Wang Yue's monologue set Chu Mo's heart racing.
Key: he seemed so pure and honest. Words from him rang true.
Even he admired himself—pure love professed, Chu Mo lavishly praised on all fronts.
Guess I've got pickup artist potential.
After a beat, Chu Mo shifted: "You said helping me reject the betrothal benefits your families. How?"
"Since our incident three years back, Zhang-led factions have been cocky. We need a pretext to smack them down." Wang Yue was frank. "Yours is perfect."
A darker soul might feel used, resentful.
Not Chu Mo. She knew they helped her first—any family outpowered Zhangs alone, let alone united.
"Thanks for thinking of me, but..." She trailed off.
Wang Yue sighed inwardly: Still stuck on Chu family loyalty? But with three families targeting Zhangs, allying now drags Chu in—how's she miss that?
Chu Mo giggled. "If you snag me easy, I'd lose face."
"So how then?"
"I've decided to nix the Zhang marriage—for Chu family. No need for your ploy. If you really like me, actually chase me. Catch me, I'll gladly be your concubine. Deal?"
"Deal." Wang Yue grinned. "But I'm no good at chasing girls. Hope you don't mind my clumsiness."
"That's what I want—you not good." She winked. "Pro at it? Means you're like Dad. Not my type."
Wang Yue felt guilty: I'm exactly that—worse, even.
The sisters arrived then, trays piled high.
Observant Su Jin'er noted: in moments, Chu Mo's gloom had vanished.
"What'd you say? Mo Mo looks thrilled," Su Jin'er asked.
Chu Mo beamed. "Decided to ditch the Zhang marriage—no fire pit for me. Happy not to?"
"Sudden clarity?" Su Xiuer blinked, eyeing Wang Yue slyly. "Or...?"
"Duh—with you crushing Zhangs, drag whole Chu family to doom?" Chu Mo rolled her eyes.
"Ah." Su Xiuer deflated—she'd hoped for Wang Yue's sake.
As Chu Mo's bestie, she truly wanted her with cousin: true family, fulfilling her own impossible fancy.
Yes—unbeknownst, Wang Yue shadowed Su Xiuer's heart. But taboo cousin? Impossible. So, let her friend savor it.
Su Jin'er differed in temperament, not twin-linked like Wang Yue and Xin'er—but here, minds aligned.
"Thought Little Yue swayed you. Guess no shot?" Su Jin'er said wistfully.
"Nah—I gave him a shot to chase me." Chu Mo glanced at Wang Yue, beaming genuinely.
The sisters locked eyes: relief.
Barring man-playing sluts, a woman offering pursuit meant interest already there. Everyone could chase; why specify unless inclined?
Relief tinged sourness—like prized possession snatched.
Only Su Jiaojiao, oblivious, stuffed her cheeks: "Chase this, chase that—boring. Food's real. Want some? Gone otherwise."
They all laughed, digging in.
As Wang Yue's group ate, Zhang Qing'tian and crew entered a restaurant.
"Chu Mo, you bitch—I'll deal with you! Wang Yue, we'll settle scores slow!" In the private room, he smashed a chair, venting rage.
Minions silent. Public humiliation—no revenge. Touch his sore spot now? Suicide.
After trashing the room, he calmed slightly. "Any way to reach Chen family?"
"Chens and us Zhangs barely interact—tough," one hesitated.
He frowned. "Not even a message?"
"Message doable." The minion asked, "What for, Young Master?"
"Tell Chen Xi her fiancé's with another woman." Zhang Qing'tian smirked darkly.
"Think twice, Young Master!" Minions urged. "Offends Chen and Wang—bad fallout."
"How bad? Kill me?" He sneered. "Heard Chen Xi's temperamental. Let 'em infight. Once our Tianhai deal seals, Jinling three families? Pfft."
"Brilliant, Young Master. On it." Another pulled his communicator.
Zhangs and three families tense—but all Jinling powers; contact easy.
Just a whisper—no high-up needed.
Soon, via a Chen maid, word reached Chen ears.
Chen Tower: Chen Chen burst into Ling Xueyan's office, locking it. "Mom, just heard—Little Yue with Chu Mo. Seems fishy."
Ling Xueyan stayed calm, looking up from files. "Jealous?"
Chen Chen blushed. "Jealous? If anyone's, it's Xiao Xi—not me."
"Exactly. Why rush?"
"Worried for Xiao Xi. You know her temper—if they clash again?"
"No sweat. If tiff, we mediate." Ling Xueyan added, "Good chance, no?"
"Huh?"
"To test Yue'er. If he wins her over—even to other women? Perfect."
Chen Chen blanked. "Perfect how?"
"Silly girl." Ling Xueyan sighed. "Want sneaky forever?"
Chen Chen's eyes lit. "You mean..."
Ling Xueyan nodded. "If Xiao Xi accepts others, how not her mom and sis?"
"Mom and sis harder than outsiders." Chen Chen sighed. "Sneaky's fine—better than hurting her."
"Can't hide forever." Ling Xueyan grinned wickedly. "Don't wanna try your sis watching—hubby's big dick plunging in?"
Chen Chen flushed crimson, pouting. "Mom! I don't—you're the one who wants."
"Guilty. Yesterday, fucked in front of you? Way hotter than alone. With Xiao Xi—or you both? Explosive." Ling Xueyan's eyes gleamed.
Chen Chen stared at her usually poised mom. "Mom, you're so... so..."
"Slutty?" Ling Xueyan laughed. "We're his—nothing off-limits. Prim by day, wild in bed? Drives men crazy—makes 'em love you more."
"Not me." Chen Chen flushed.
"Really?" Ling Xueyan teased. "Who begged brother-in-law yesterday to pound her saucy pussy rotten?"
"Don't remind—dunno what got me. Still sore down there."
"Serious, daughter." Ling Xueyan sobered. "Yue'er's prime, stamina freak—women galore ahead. Don't want neglect?"
"Then what?" Chen Chen fretted. Love? Unclear. But addicted to his fucks? Absolutely. No cold shoulder.
"Men crave novelty, thrill. Give plenty." Ling Xueyan elaborated. "Variety first—but identity shocks key. Xiao Xi's legit wife—our edge. Wife, sis-in-law, mother-in-law together? No man resists."
Logical—but Chen Chen, proud elite, balked at pandering.
Moms know: Ling Xueyan guessed. "Daughter, as someone who's been there: romance is fake. Reliable man, sexual bliss—real. Ordinary? Thirty years tops. But cultivators? Centuries young. Yue'er: we love, endless satisfaction—blessing. Don't grip tight? Gone."
"Life's more than bed," Chen Chen countered.
Ling Xueyan sighed. "Young—no big urges yet. At my age, three-year drought? You'll see. But I spare you: listen, no regret."
Chen Chen trusted—no harm. Liked Wang Yue sans sex even.
"Got it, Mom."
"Good. Their thing? Watch. And Yue'er handling Xiao Xi? Curious." Ling Xueyan smiled.
Chen Chen grinned. "Me? His way: bed her first, addict, withhold— she'll fold."
Wang Yue's crew, post-meal, dove back into games.
Chu Mo's knot untied, fun peaked.
Others—like Zhang Qing'tian—grinned too.
Staking out the arcade, no exit sighted—till a girl hopped from a hovercar, rushing in.