51: Chapter 51 Surprise Attack and Unexpected Events

At the same time.

Inside Leng Qingxuan's room, the "First Emergency Meeting of the Anti-Su Muxue Alliance" was still in progress.

The atmosphere was thick with the scent of anxious gunpowder.

An Ran was currently like a tiger trapped in a cage.

She paced back and forth in the room, her slippers making rapid "da-da" sounds against the floor.

Every two steps, she would tug at her ponytail, appearing irritable to the extreme.

At this rate, if she had a tail, it would probably be spinning like a propeller by now.

Leng Qingxuan sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, expressionless.

However, her slightly trembling leg betrayed her inner turmoil.

"No way!"

An Ran suddenly stopped in her tracks, turned around, and stared intently at Leng Qingxuan.

"Those 'long-term strategies' and 'slow and steady' plans we just discussed are complete nonsense!"

"That stuff might work on normal people, but against Su Muxue? That's just feeding!"

An Ran grew more excited as she spoke, her hands waving wildly in the air to emphasize her words.

"Look at that woman's moves tonight!"

"That's not dating; that's a straight-up blitzkrieg!"

An Ran took a deep breath, walked up to Leng Qingxuan, and looked down at her.

"If we keep sitting on our hands waiting for some 'slow burn,' we won't even have any scraps left!"

"And..."

An Ran paused, a glint of cunning flashing in her eyes.

"Tonight is actually the best opportunity."

Leng Qingxuan looked up and glanced at her. "What do you mean?"

"Think about it,"

An Ran analyzed, counting on her fingers.

"Just now, Su Muxue went to knock on the door wearing that... that shameless outfit, but we ruined her plans."

"According to normal logic, after being rejected once, she'd definitely feel embarrassed and wouldn't make another move tonight, right?"

"In other words, Huang Mao's guard is at its lowest right now!"

"This is a godsend!"

"If we don't go over there now, we're wasting a gift from the heavens!"

These words did indeed sound reasonable, even carrying a strange sense of persuasiveness.

Leng Qingxuan's gaze wavered slightly.

As a veteran theoretical master, she had to admit that An Ran's intuition-based playstyle could sometimes hit the mark.

But...

"Rush over there now?"

Leng Qingxuan frowned, her tone still maintaining a superficial calm.

"What's the reason?"

"In the middle of the night, a lone man and a lone woman... no, a lone man and two women."

"Without a legitimate and reasonable excuse, it'll just look too intentional."

"If Huang Mao thinks we're too flighty, wouldn't the losses outweigh the gains?"

Hearing this, An Ran almost laughed out of anger.

"Intentional?"

"Please, my School Beauty Leng, do you really not understand, or are you just pretending?"

"Given the current situation, is this the time to worry about being 'reserved' and 'unintentional'?"

"Su Muxue is about to take down the nexus, and you're still farming jungle creeps?"

An Ran rested her hands on her knees, leaning her face close to Leng Qingxuan's, a mocking curve touching the corners of her mouth.

"Or... are you scared?"

"Where's the person from last night who dared to talk big at the bathroom door about snatching the position of the main wife?"

"What? Faced with a high-tier player like Su Muxue, you've chickened out?"

"So the so-called 'theoretical master' is actually just a scrub who only knows how to play low-tier matches and wants to surrender the moment they meet a pro?"

This string of questions was nothing short of a critical hit.

Especially the phrases "only knows how to play low-tier matches" and "scrub," which stepped precisely on Leng Qingxuan's landmines.

For a shut-in girl obsessed with games...

You could say she has a bad personality or a poor figure, but you absolutely cannot question her gaming skills or her will to win!

That's the bottom line!

Leng Qingxuan's gaze changed instantly.

The original calm and hesitation were completely swept away at this moment by her competitive spirit.

It's true.

Just last night, she was the one dealing massive damage to An Ran, mocking her for being a coward who only knew how to bluff.

And after only one day, the tables have turned?

Besides, although An Ran's words were harsh, her logic was sound.

Looking back at Su Muxue's performance tonight...

That method of moving step by step, like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, was a textbook-level walkthrough.

In contrast, she was still hung up on things like "face" and "reasons."

It was pure Silver-tier thinking!

On the true battlefield of love, passive defense only leads to a dead end.

Only offense is the best defense!

If she didn't take the initiative, by the time Su Muxue truly planted the concept of "home" into Huang Mao's heart...

Then she and An Ran would probably really end up as nothing more than "background NPCs" in this villa.

At the thought of that scene—

Su Muxue wearing an apron in the kitchen cooking for Huang Mao, the two of them all lovey-dovey.

While she could only sit in a corner of the living room, clutching a controller and playing games all alone.

Leng Qingxuan felt a wave of revulsion.

Absolutely not!

She would never accept such a Bad End!

"Phew..."

Leng Qingxuan took a deep breath and stood up.

"You're right."

"In this house, only the winner has the right to talk about being reserved; for the loser, even breathing is a mistake."

"We must strike immediately! Prepare for the counter-attack right now!"

Seeing that Leng Qingxuan was finally activated by the reverse psychology, An Ran breathed a sigh of relief, an excited smile appearing on her face.

"That's more like it! I knew you weren't the type to settle for being a loser!"

The two reached an immediate agreement.

Although they were also love rivals, before taking down the Big Boss Su Muxue, they were the closest of comrades!

"So, what's the reason?"

Leng Qingxuan quickly got into character, her brain starting to whir at high speed.

"While we need to take the initiative, we can't make it look too abrupt."

"Rushing in and saying 'I want to sleep with you' definitely won't work; we'd be kicked out for being perverts."

An Ran rolled her eyes.

"Duh, I'm not an idiot."

"I've already thought of a reason."

She pulled her phone out of her pocket.

"We'll just say we can't sleep and want to play a few rounds of games with him."

"Anyway, we played together this afternoon, and the atmosphere was pretty good."

"This excuse is perfectly logical and absolutely flawless!"

Leng Qingxuan's eyes lit up.

"Okay, let's do it!"

To add to the realism, they even specifically found two unopened bags of potato chips and a few bottles of Happy Water.

This level of preparation was quite detailed.

Creating a relaxed "late-night gamer hangout" atmosphere would lower Huang Mao's guard.

"Action!"

The two looked at each other and nodded.

Then, one after the other, they walked out of the room.

The lights in the corridor were dim, with only a few wall lamps emitting a faint, yellow glow.

The entire villa was silent.

This quiet environment only made their heartbeats sound exceptionally clear.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Like a beating drum.

Even though they were walking in the house they rented, the two of them acted like thieves.

An Ran walked in front, tiptoeing.

She looked back with every step, afraid that Su Muxue would suddenly pop out from somewhere.

Leng Qingxuan followed behind, clutching two bags of chips, her expression tense.

They didn't look like they were going to play games; they looked like two secret agents on their way to assassinate an enemy leader.

It was both tense and somewhat inexplicably comical.

"Shh—"

When they reached the top of the stairs, An Ran held up a finger in a hushing gesture.

Actually, it was completely unnecessary.

Because neither of them was speaking, and they were even subconsciously holding their breath.

The master bedroom was right next door, only a few meters away.

But to the two of them at this moment, those few meters felt like a journey of a century.

Finally.

They arrived in front of Huang Mao's door.

Looking at the closed solid wood door, they stopped in unison and glanced at each other.

Both saw the word "nervous" in the other's eyes.

"You knock."

An Ran mouthed the words, her cowardice quite justified.

"Why don't you knock?"

Leng Qingxuan glared at her, firing back with her eyes.

While the two were still engaged in a silent "buck-passing" battle at the door...

Suddenly.

Some sounds faintly drifted from inside the room.

"Rustle..."

It was the sound of fabric rubbing together.

Very light, very soft.

Like silk sliding over skin, or the sound of bedsheets being crumpled.

Immediately following was a man's muffled groan.

"Mmm..."

The voice was low and suppressed.

But it carried an unmistakable sense of comfort and relaxation.

It was like... the feeling of long-accumulated pressure finally being released.

The two outside the door froze instantly.

It was as if a pause button had been pressed.

An Ran's hand was still suspended in mid-air, her intended knocking motion completely frozen.

Leng Qingxuan's grip on the chip bags tightened unconsciously, the plastic packaging making a slight crackle sound.

An extremely bold and blushing conjecture simultaneously popped into both of their minds.

This noise...

Could it be...

That guy Huang Mao is in there... flying solo?

An Ran's face turned red in an instant.

Although she was usually carefree, she still understood such things.

Leng Qingxuan's reaction was even more exaggerated.

As a theoretical master who had watched countless videos...

Her imagination was more than ten times that of An Ran's.

From just that one groan, her mind had already automatically generated a plot ten thousand words long.

She even had the visuals.

This is too... too exciting, isn't it?

If they knocked and went in now, wouldn't they be walking right into the scene?

Wouldn't that trigger an "extremely awkward yet extremely ambiguous" special event?

Just as the two were letting their thoughts run wild, their hearts racing and faces flushed, debating whether to retreat or pretend they didn't know and keep knocking...

Another sound came from inside the room.

And this time, it was no longer a vague rustling.

It was a woman's voice.

Clear, soft, and carrying a sweetness that was outrageously gentle.

"Master... is this pressure comfortable?"

"..."

Silence.

The corridor outside the door fell into a deathly silence.

It was as if even the air had been frozen.

That voice was, without a doubt...

Su! Mu! Xue!

That woman! She was actually inside! Hadn't she been sent back? Wasn't she supposed to be sleeping in her own room?

Why was she in Huang Mao's room?

And listen to those lines!

"Is it comfortable?", "Pressure?"

What are they doing?

Just what are they doing?!

The flush on An Ran's face instantly turned from bashfulness to rage.

Or to be more precise, half was shame, and half was fury.

The unhealthy images in her mind, which were originally just of "Huang Mao alone"...

...instantly became "two people."

And the explicitness was dialed up to the max!

A lone man and woman, late at night, plus this terrible dialogue.

Even a fool would know what was happening inside!

An Ran's whole body began to tremble slightly, her fists clenched until they cracked.

"That... vixen!"

She gritted her teeth, the words squeezed out through them.

If it weren't for the last shred of reason holding her back, she would have wanted to kick the door open right now!

Meanwhile, Leng Qingxuan's situation was even more peculiar.

If An Ran was in a rage, Leng Qingxuan was in "brain overload."

As a shut-in girl heavily influenced by various works, her imagination was no less vivid than An Ran's.

At this moment, classic scenes from countless strange works were flashing through her mind like bullet comments on a screen.

Like "Late Night Special Tutoring."

Like "The Secret Service of the Personal Maid."

Like "The Childhood Sweetheart Who Was Reverse-NTR'd."

Every title corresponded precisely to the current situation.

Her expression became blank, her eyes losing focus.

Her entire being seemed to have turned into a stone statue.

Except for the top of her head, which seemed to be emitting visible white steam.