Аs shе drеw сloser, Wu Маngmаng sniffеd thе air—the scеnt оf gunpowdеr was quite strоng. Sеnsing роtеntiаl trouble, shе tactfully said, "I'm a bit thirsty. I'll gо оver thеre tо gеt sоmе watеr."
Lu Sui nоddеd аnd wаlked аlongside Lu Lin towаrd thе lawn.
"Аccording tо Mangmаng, you twо gоt tоgеthеr аftеr a blind datе?" Lu Lin аsked.
"Мhm," Lu Sui rерlied briеfly.
"Yоu mоved fast," Lu Lin snееred. If Lu Sui hаd truly fallen fоr Wu Mangmang аt а blind dаte еvent, she'd eаt hеr hаt.
But this mаn wаs tоо wеll-hiddеn. Hоw hаd she nеver nоticed bеforе thаt hе had fееlings fоr Wu Мangmang?
"Fathеr always taught us to bе swift, precisе, ruthless, and stеadу. Yоu nevеr quite mastered it," Lu Sui remarked casually, lowering his head to test the gun in his hand.
Lu Lin also picked up a gun. "You certainly are steady. Aren't you afraid she might be pursued by your good friend?"
"It doesn't matter," Lu Sui said.
Lu Lin could only scoff inwardly. With so many fish in the sea, why cling to just one?
Suddenly, she felt a surge of resentment toward Wu Mangmang. Did this girl even understand what kind of person Lu Sui was? How dare she jump into this pit? She’d be crying soon enough.
"So the blind date was just a coincidence?" Lu Lin had assumed Lu Sui arranged it. "Did you check your astrological compatibility?"
"It’s quite good," Lu Sui didn’t hide it from Lu Lin. Having grown up together, their relationship was a mix of love and rivalry, so there was little need for secrets.
These days, the wealthier people were, the more they believed in the principles of the I Ching. If Wu Mangmang and Lu Sui’s astrological signs clashed, even if she were as beautiful as a fairy, she likely wouldn’t have caught Mr. Lu’s eye.
Lu Lin sneered again, turning to look in Wu Mangmang’s direction. Instantly, she lost interest in this clueless young girl.
At that moment, Wu Mangmang happened to look up, meeting Lu Lin’s gaze with a smile and waving at her.
So foolish and naive. Lu Lin found it tiresome and shifted her gaze back. She raised her gun, pointing it toward the staff by the clay pigeon launcher.
The clay pigeons arced through the air in parabolic trajectories. Out of thirty, Lu Lin hit eighteen—a fairly impressive score.
This kind of rapid-fire shooting was an excellent way to vent pent-up frustration.
Lu Lin lowered her gun and looked at Lu Sui. "I thought you’d go for someone older. I never expected you’d take a liking to such a young girl."
All of Lu Sui’s past girlfriends had been older than him—even Wang Yuan was a year older. That’s why Lu Lin had misunderstood.
Lu Sui said, "It doesn’t hurt to give it a try."
Lu Lin couldn’t stand Lu Sui’s indifferent attitude. Since childhood, he’d been apathetic about everything, yet he excelled in every way compared to her and her sisters. Things he didn’t even want were handed to him on a silver platter. Was it just because he had something extra between his legs?
Truthfully, Lu Lin didn’t care about winning or losing. What bothered her was that Lu Sui didn’t even want these things, yet fate favored him so unfairly.
"Oh, I thought you only made your move after careful consideration," Lu Lin mocked.
Lu Sui glanced back at Wu Mangmang, who was engrossed in her phone. Honestly, she was the first person—or thing—he wanted to try but wasn’t sure would suit him.
But people like them always reached for what they wanted.
The only reason they didn’t reach was because they didn’t want it enough.Lu Sui did not respond to Lu Lin's sarcasm, merely glancing down at her briefly.
As someone who only realized she liked women after having a child, Lu Lin truly lacked the confidence to stand by her earlier words and could only turn her head away in frustration.
Meanwhile, Wu Mangmang watched the loving family ahead from a distance, lowering her head with slight boredom. Ah, it seemed she still wasn’t beautiful enough—she had always dreamed of playing the role of Bao Si.
Her phone chimed with a WeChat notification. Wu Mangmang opened it to see a message from Ning Zheng.
“Someone actually stole my job!! >_<# Q_Q”
He must have seen the photo she posted on Weibo of picking spring onions.
Though it was a bit shameless, Wu Mangmang couldn’t resist such adorable emoticons.
She replied: He’s not as experienced as you, so he can’t pick them as cleanly as you, the skilled worker.
“Then fire him!” Ning Zheng replied.
“Sure, tell him yourself another day,” Wu Mangmang replied with a mischievous smile.
Bazhahei!
If she couldn’t be Bao Si, she’d strive to play Helen, the one who sparked the Trojan War.
After all, neither of them were good people.
“Mangmang, come join us for a while,” Lu Lin called out. Having finished her conversation with Lu Sui, she turned and walked toward Wu Mangmang.
Wu Mangmang replied with an “okay,” put away her phone, and walked forward with Lu Lin.
A gunshot rang out, and both of them looked toward Lu Sui.
His stance while holding the gun was incredibly handsome, and his accuracy was high.
What an exciting opponent, Wu Mangmang thought, stars practically bubbling in her eyes.
Men love playing with guns, but women are no less fond of heroes.
Lu Lin sneered inwardly. As someone who had been through it, she knew how blind women’s adoration could be.
Unaware of Lu Lin’s thoughts, Wu Mangmang gazed at Lu Sui with sparkling eyes—because her hands were itching.
She eagerly stepped forward, picked up a gun, and struck a pose.
But soon, she put the gun down and handed her phone to Lu Sui. “Please, take a few photos for me. Make sure my legs look thinner.”
After giving clear instructions, Wu Mangmang slung the gun over her shoulder with a cool flair, crossing her legs—a clever trick to make them appear longer.
“Hurry up and take the photos!” Wu Mangmang complained, looking at the motionless Lu Sui. “Take them already~~”
What use was a boyfriend who didn’t know how to take photos?
Suppressing the urge to rub his temples, Lu Sui snapped a few pictures for her.
Little did he know, Wu Mangmang’s posing seemed endless.
She even struck a playful pose, mimicking a Red Army soldier marching forward.
Still unsatisfied, Wu Mangmang thought to herself that guns paired best with nudity—the combination of sensuality and cold hardness was perfection.
Meanwhile, Lu Lin stood to the side, captivated.
Beautiful!
A stunning girl paired with a gun was inexplicably thrilling. Lu Lin even unconsciously straightened her posture.
Inspiration struck unexpectedly—she had found the theme for her next collection.
Lu Lin’s inspiration was interrupted by the sound of gunfire as Wu Mangmang test-fired the weapon.
If Wu Mangmang’s gun-holding stance had sparked her inspiration, then Wu Mangmang’s shooting motion ignited Lu Lin’s soul.
Instantly, the phrase “Charlie’s Angels” came to Lu Lin’s mind.
Thirty shots, all hits!
What were the odds of that?!
It was absolutely like the legendary probability of drawing a perfect hand in mahjong—a straight flush from one to nine.Thanks to the almighty Buddha, the omnipotent God, and Allah, Wu Mangmang performed an exaggerated stage curtain call gesture toward Lu Sui and Lu Lin.
This time, she was playing the role of the glamorous yet cold and tough female captain of an anti-Japanese guerrilla squad.
Humming "We are all sharpshooters, every bullet takes out an enemy," Wu Mangmang stood before Lu Sui and Lu Lin, radiating a strong aura of "come praise me now."
Lu Sui laughed, "Impressive. It's a shame you didn't apply to the police academy back then."
Wu Mangmang replied, "Did you record a video of me just now?"
The answer was obvious.
What a pity—she might never achieve today's score again in her lifetime. Mainly because it was a bit difficult to take down both siblings in one go, forcing her to perform beyond her usual level.
At this moment, Wu Mangmang indulged in a little fantasy: the image of her left arm around Lu Sui's waist and her right arm around Lu Lin's hip. Just thinking about it felt thrilling.
"I recorded it," Lu Lin said.
Wu Mangmang decisively abandoned Lu Sui's waist, threw her arms around Lu Lin, and planted three loud kisses on her cheek. "Long live Sister Lu Lin!"
In this moment of celebrating victory, Wu Mangmang's joy transcended gender and race. Even if a dog had recorded the video for her, she would have hugged and kissed it three times.
Kissing is one of the most passionate and outward expressions of human emotion.
"Give it to me, give it to me," Wu Mangmang inwardly cheered. Indeed, women understood women best.
During the meal, the atmosphere was somewhat subdued.
Wu Mangmang was busy scrolling through Weibo and her social media feed.
Lu Sui wore an expression that said, "I don’t want to talk while eating."
Lu Lin, naturally unafraid of Lu Sui's imposing presence, said to Wu Mangmang, "Mangmang, are you using grape-flavored mouthwash? It smells quite nice." The sweet fragrance was almost criminal.
Wu Mangmang liked being a considerate girlfriend, and since she was already on her phone, she instantly sent Lu Lin a picture. "This is the brand I use. I spent a long time choosing it."
Lu Lin glanced at Lu Sui across the table, then decisively lowered her head and started chatting on WeChat. "From Country Y?"
"Yeah, I like their toothpaste too. Look at my teeth." Wu Mangmang looked up and flashed a smile at Lu Lin.
Her teeth were sparkling white, comparable to those of a Black person.
Such was the nature of women—they could discuss a tube of toothpaste for ages.
WeChat was undoubtedly a powerful tool for flirting right under someone’s nose.
"Wu Mangmang, what did I tell you?" When Lu Sui’s gaze swept over her, Wu Mangmang’s heart skipped a beat, and she inexplicably felt like kneeling and singing a song of surrender.
He wasn’t her boss paying her salary.
But then again, something as intangible as presence could truly achieve the effect of subduing an enemy without fighting.
Wu Mangmang obediently placed her phone on the table, reluctantly stroking the screen.
Only when Lu Lin shot her a disapproving look did Wu Mangmang snap out of it. Damn it, why was she so afraid of Lu Sui?
But it was too late to regret now. Picking up her phone again would seem like a provocation.
"Gun King of Kings, I never would’ve guessed. Let me see it with my own eyes someday," Ning Zheng’s WeChat message flashed again, automatically appearing on the dark screen.
Wu Mangmang had sharp eyesight and didn’t even need to crane her neck to see it.However, there is no need to reply to such messages.
The next one popped up from Weibo, sent by the long-missing Zhen Wo Fengcai: "!!!"
No need to reply either.
Lu Qingqing also sent her congratulations: "My knees are yours."
Throughout the meal, Wu Mangmang’s screen kept scrolling with notifications, including comments like "I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it! You cheated, you cheated!" But this didn’t affect the extremely confident Miss Wu in the slightest.
"I’m going to the restroom," Wu Mangmang said. Every time her fingers itched to fire back a retort, she had to hold herself back, and her outstretched hand could only turn halfway to reach for her water glass instead. As a result, she felt a bit of an urgent need.
As soon as Wu Mangmang stood up, Lu Lin followed suit.
As long as one’s imagination isn’t as barren as saline-alkali land, they would likely say what Lu Sui said next: "Lu Lin, I have something to tell you."
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