She was such a perfect girl, yet the Lin Mo in the book didn't know how to cherish her. He only treated her as a substitute for Fang Ziyan, using her to vent his beastly desires.
After clashing with Chen Yu time and time again, Bai Qingyu's sect was also annihilated. All that was left to her was the child in her womb and a Sword.
Yet, the scumbag Lin Mo in the book was actually tricked by Fang Ziyan with just a few words into becoming a loyal dog again.
When Bai Qingyu painstakingly tried to persuade him otherwise, he brutally kicked her away.
On that day, Bai Qingyu cried a rain of tears. Weeping bitterly, she drew her sword and slit her own throat—two lives lost in a single corpse.
'This dog-shit plot is really infuriating!'
Lin Mo's sense of immersion was very strong, and his heart was practically hurting from anger.
Even an idiot would know that the girl right in front of him was the best choice, right?
Beautiful, generous, gentle, and elegant. More importantly, she was absolutely devoted.
Wasn't she ten thousand times better than that green tea bitch fishing for sugar daddies?
His thoughts returned to reality.
Lin Mo looked at the girl beside him, her head lowered in bashfulness, and couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
He poured a cup of tea and handed it to Bai Qingyu. "This is the Purple Sandalwood Residence's unique immortal tea, picked from the Nine Heavens Profound Mountain. The taste is elegant and fresh, and it also focuses the mind."
As Bai Qingyu reached out to take the teacup, her small hand accidentally brushed against Lin Mo's.
She startled like a frightened fawn.
"Thank... thank you, Brother Lin Mo." She pursed her lips and whispered.
This was the very first time since they had grown up that Brother Lin Mo had spoken to her on his own initiative. She no longer cared how precious the tea was. Her heart just felt warm—as warm as the teacup—and incredibly sweet.
"Oh my, you're chatting so happily already. It seems I came back at the wrong time!"
Wang Yuexin walked in holding a jade box. Seeing this scene, joy filled her face.
'She had been worried her son was too dense!'
"N-no, Martial Aunt, it's not what you think!" Bai Qingyu stood up, blushing furiously, terrified her Martial Aunt would misunderstand.
"Alright, alright. Martial Aunt is just here to give you a meeting gift. Seeing you descend the mountain these past few years, you must have suffered quite a bit. You don't even have a decent piece of jewelry on you."
Wang Yuexin opened the jade box. Inside lay a gold-threaded, eight-treasure pearl-cluster hairpin.
Chuckling, she placed it in Bai Qingyu's hair.
"This is jewelry your Martial Aunt wore when she was young. It's a Profound-grade mid-tier spiritual artifact. It's not much, but please accept it."
Bai Qingyu was stunned. She hurriedly waved her hands.
"Martial Aunt, you mustn't! This is far too precious!"
Wang Yuexin deliberately put on a stern face. "This is a gift specially prepared for you. What, you don't like it?"
Bai Qingyu's small face crinkled in distress. "It's not that I don't like it, it's just..."
"If you like it, then keep it!"
Wang Yuexin patiently adjusted it for her, held her small head to examine her, and smiled with satisfaction.
"Not bad. My niece is naturally beautiful—nice jewelry makes you even prettier."
Her eyebrows raised at her son, heavy with hints.
"With such a lovely beauty, if you were to go to the South Mountain Sect's birthday celebration flower boats, how stunning would that be!"
'Isn't this the perfect chance to deepen your relationship, you dense boy?!'
"Sure, let's go to the flower boats then!"
Lin Mo understood implicitly. He remembered clearly that tonight, Fang Ziyan was going to tour the flower boats with Chen Yu.
He absolutely could not pass up such a great opportunity to plunder luck.
As long as he rewrote the original plot and plundered the destiny value of Chen Yu, he could become stronger and simultaneously change his and Bai Qingyu's fates.
Leaving the Purple Sandalwood Residence, Lin Mo invited Bai Qingyu and stepped into the South Mountain Sect. According to the plot, Fang Ziyan and Chen Yu would be touring together on the flower boats inside.
Presenting his Holy Son token, Lin Mo walked in with ease.
With just a few words, he teased the lovely girl beside him until she was shy and squirming, her face blooming with rosy clouds.
Finally, his gaze traced down to her outfit—a light yellow dress, elegant and plain.
"Qingyu, this dress... is it still the same one you wore when you descended the mountain a year ago?"
Bai Qingyu's heart suddenly pounded.
"Brother Lin Mo, I... I don't really know how to dress up, and I usually don't put much thought into it."
She bit her lip nervously.
"Am I making you lose face?"
What girl didn't love to dress up? It was just that, in order to prove her capabilities, she had poured her entire net worth into her sect, leaving her strapped for cash.
With her looks, she would be beautiful even draped in coarse sackcloth. But she worried that Lin Mo, who had never lacked beautiful women around him, would look down on her.
The more she worried, the more nervous she became!
"Then if you dress up like Cinderella, wouldn't that be a waste of your natural beauty?"
Lin Mo smiled warmly. Taking Bai Qingyu's tender hand, he walked towards the South Mountain Sect's Spiritual Artifact Pavilion.
"My mother gave you a hairpin—I'll give you a necklace."
"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Lin Mo, but let's just forget it." Bai Qingyu looked at the magnificently decorated pavilion and shrank back.
Having struggled to build a sect on her own, she knew prices here well. The absolute cheapest piece of jewelry was worth over a thousand spirit stones.
She pulled on Lin Mo's hand, stopping in her tracks.
"Why forget it? Could it be you aren't willing to accept my gesture?"
"No..." Bai Qingyu's expression was bitter.
"Then come inside and pick out whatever you like."
Lin Mo firmly grasped her small hand and pulled her right into the great hall.