My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

She recalled the seemingly indifferent yet concerned glances from Chen Yi, recalled her wavering and helplessness over the days, recalled her fear of the future and a slight unwilling hope, as if she was always insignificant beside him...

Tears finally couldn’t be held back, falling in large drops, splattering on her collar and spreading into dark stains. She didn’t cry out loud, just silently shed tears, her shoulders slightly trembling.

Yin Weiyin quietly watched her, neither urging nor comforting. She knew that this forever confused Miss Lin couldn’t refuse.

After a long time, Lin Wanxiao raised her tearful eyes and said hoarsely: "It, it was you who forced me..."

Yin Weiyin’s lips finally curved into a truly satisfied smile.

"It’s simple," she whispered, like a devil’s murmur, "Follow me, do as I say, and after tonight, in his heart, Chen Yi will always have a... unique place for you, Lin Wanxiao."

.........

A little Miss Lin of the Lin Family, how could she withstand the words of an immortal?

Lin Wanxiao eventually went.

Her delicate figure staggered deeper into the shadows of the corridor, like a ghost swallowed by the night.

Yin Weiyin stood alone, not leaving immediately. She slightly turned her body, leaned on the railing, her gaze following the disappearing figure until no trace could be caught.

The night wind seemed to grow stronger, causing her wide sleeves to flutter like an immortal preparing to ride the wind away.

In the distance, the lights outside the bridal chamber remained warm, and further away, was the undulating sea of trees, letting out continuous moans in the wind.

The moonlight poured down like mercury, enveloping her in a layer of clear brilliance, making her white clothes seem more like snow, untouched by dust.

She slowly raised her hand, her fingertips seemingly unconsciously brushing against the exquisite carvings on the railing, the cool touch slightly settling her thoughts.

Perfect.

She silently uttered these two words in her heart.

This move by Lin Wanxiao seemed absurd, yet after pondering deeply, it was the most pivotal step to unlock the entire situation.

Min Ning and Qin Qingluo, one heroic and unyielding, the other domineering and forceful, both are personalities that would rather break than bend. Forcing them together would only destroy everything like jade and stone, while Chen Yi, seemingly greedy, actually becomes indecisive in truly critical choices, dragging his feet.

What he lacks is a variable to break the deadlock, a buffer to prevent the tense string from snapping.

In the past, Yin Weiyin had long noticed that in such predicaments, Yin Tingxue always came to help reconcile.

Unfortunately, Tingxue is absent...

Thinking of this, Yin Weiyin furrowed her brows,

What’s there to regret?

In ordinary days, it was because there were no tigers in the mountains, and the fox acted like the king.

Now with me here, can’t I handle this well?

And now, Lin Wanxiao is this variable, this buffer.

Min Ning is always led by heroism and won’t overlook this Miss Lin. Even Min Yuechi herself was willing to stand out, let alone this young lady? And Qin Qingluo had no expectations of Chen Yi, just unwilling to compete fiercely with Min Ning.

Finally, Chen Yi can utilize this to escape the crisis. He will cherish Lin Wanxiao, and then... will rely more on the instigator who transformed the crisis into a blessing for everyone.

It’s me, Yin Luanhuang.

The smile at the corners of her lips could no longer be restrained and Yin Weiyin clapped her hands and laughed,

"This plan is perfect as if made by heaven."

The wind picked up a few strands of her untied hair, brushing across her smooth forehead and slightly curved lips.

She cast a last glance in the direction of the bridal chamber,

The night grew deeper, and the sound of the waves in the sea of trees seemed to subside, as if even heaven and earth chose silence in front of this strategic female crown.