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Ling Xue softly called him a scumbag, triggering the Scumbag Mission. The task required her to raise the scumbag's favorability without using the Charm Skill and to lightly tease him. (Note: If the host does not actively obtain the other party's contact information, simply blacklisting him will complete the task. Other options are too difficult and not recommended.)
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Task Reward: Obtain the location for the Shou Ying Mission and a small amount of Skill Points. If the mission fails, Internal Punishment will require the host to cross-dress as a woman and go to the Cargo Building to buy lingerie. Otherwise, there will be severe consequences.
The man smiled slightly, seemingly unbothered by the label, even appearing somewhat intrigued. Ling Xue felt a sense of caution in her heart but maintained a calm demeanor. She took a sip of her drink, narrowing her eyes as she observed the man across from her.
"Why don’t you refute that?" Ling Xue broke the silence first.
The man shrugged, his smile lingering: "Why should I? You have your judgment, and I don’t need to rush to defend myself."
Ling Xue frowned slightly: "Aren't you curious why I called you a scumbag?"
He gently swirled his drink, watching the liquid sway under the dim light: "Go ahead, I’m curious to know how I became a scumbag in your eyes."
Ling Xue set her glass down, anger flickering in her gaze: "I heard you’re very flirtatious with many women and never give any real promises."
His smile widened: "Oh? Is that your basis for calling me a scumbag? That seems rather one-sided."
Ling Xue scoffed: "Isn’t it?"
He leaned forward slightly, setting his glass down: "Maybe I just haven’t met someone who makes me want to commit."
Ling Xue turned her head away: "Hmph, excuses."
He straightened up, a serious glint in his eyes: "And what about you? Isn’t it a bit hasty to label someone so easily?"
Ling Xue paused for a moment before turning back to face him: "Then prove to me that you’re not a scumbag."
He raised an eyebrow: "How should I prove it?"
Ling Xue thought for a moment: "From now on, you can’t flirt with any women. I’ll change my opinion of you."
A playful smile appeared on his face: "That sounds a bit challenging, but I accept this challenge."
Ling Xue lifted her chin slightly: "Alright, let’s see if you can do it."
He raised his glass: "Then let’s toast to making this challenge interesting."
Skillfully guiding the conversation, she tried to delve into his inner thoughts. As their dialogue deepened, the playful glint in his eyes gradually transformed into admiration, while Ling Xue found her own rhythm in this game.
Through their exchange, she learned that his name was Ma Xiongguang, and he was from Taiwan. A hint of determination flashed in his deep-set eyes as he smiled back at her: "Then let the game begin. I will take action to prove myself."
Ling Xue sat in the corner of the bar, under the dim lights, her gaze filled with both vigilance and curiosity. The man across from her, Ma Xiongguang, with that elusive smile on his lips, made her increasingly aware that he was not an ordinary man.
"Since we've accepted the challenge, let's get started," Ling Xue said directly.
Ma Xiongguang nodded slightly. "Alright, but you need to pay close attention."
Ling Xue began to engage Ma Xiongguang in various topics, from interests and hobbies to ideals. She noticed that while his words carried the smoothness of a businessman, there was also a hint of sincerity.
"You say you're an idealist; your ideals must be quite strong, right?" Ling Xue probed.
Ma Xiongguang smiled. "It's manageable, but achieving them isn't something that happens overnight."
"Have you encountered any particularly difficult situations in your field?" Ling Xue continued to ask.
His gaze darkened slightly. "Yes, there have been times when I felt cornered, but I gritted my teeth and persevered."
As their conversation deepened, Ling Xue's perception of Ma Xiongguang began to shift. She realized that this man was not merely a superficial cynic; he had his own principles and efforts.
However, Ling Xue remained vigilant. She knew that to truly judge whether someone was a scoundrel, one could not rely solely on a few words.
At that moment, a stylishly dressed woman approached and greeted Ma Xiongguang with a smile. His expression faltered for a moment but quickly returned to normal.
The woman laughed lightly. "Xiongguang, long time no see! What have you been busy with lately?"
Ling Xue fixed her gaze on Ma Xiongguang, observing how he would respond. He frowned slightly and replied politely yet distantly, "I'm in the middle of a conversation; sorry."
The woman seemed reluctant to leave and opened her mouth to say something more, but Ling Xue interjected, "Excuse me, miss; can't you see we're chatting? Please don't disturb us."
The woman shot Ling Xue a glare before turning to leave. Ma Xiongguang looked at Ling Xue with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
As time passed, Ling Xue continued to test Ma Xiongguang while he made an effort to adhere to the challenge rules. Throughout this process, she noticed her favorability towards him gradually increasing.
Yet she constantly reminded herself not to trust too easily. After all, someone once deemed a scoundrel could reveal their true colors at any moment.
As night fell and the end of their task approached, Ling Xue felt increasingly anxious; she was uncertain if her judgment was correct.
Noticing her nervousness, Ma Xiongguang chuckled. "What's wrong? Are you starting to worry that I won't make it?"
Ling Xue turned her head away defiantly. "Hmph! Who's worried about you? I'm just wondering what it would be like if you failed."
Ma Xiongguang looked at her with determination. "Don't worry; I won't fail."
At that moment, Ling Xue checked her statistics and found that Ma Xiongguang's favorability had reached a new level. A complex mix of emotions surged within her—joy at completing the task and a twinge of reluctance towards him.
Without hesitation, Ling Xue blocked Ma Xiongguang and turned to leave the bar. She knew this was just a mission; she couldn't let herself get too deeply involved.
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