Welcome to the Misogyny Game

"How did you get this video?" Chen Qingsong asked, puzzled.

"My family elders made this for me." Liu Chaoque took out an exquisite hair clip from the middle of the clip. "This is actually a camera, but don't worry, it will automatically turn off when you enter the room."

Chen Qingsong had seen many pinhole cameras, but he had never seen one like this where the wiring connections were completely invisible. He even suspected that it was just a metal butterfly clip.

That's true, but for the B52 cocktail, metal is its eye, so its keepsake also has the function of recording video for a long time.

Chen Qingsong observed it for a while, then returned it to her and asked, "Why would your family think of putting a camera on your head?"

"I guess they wanted me to be kind while also having evidence to protect themselves. They were afraid that someone would take advantage of my kindness and I would be unable to defend myself," Liu Chaoque said calmly.

Chen Qingsong was silent for a long time before saying, "Do you still have that hair clip? Can I buy one?"

Liu Chaoque covered his head and shook his head: "This is the only one, there are no other like it." Afraid that he would want it, he put the hair clip in his pocket.

Chen Qingsong smiled helplessly.

In the cafeteria, on the first floor, Mu Li, who had been waiting for Liu Chaoque for a long time, looked at the food on his plate that was gradually getting cold and couldn't help but wonder if she had gotten lost at school. He took out his phone and dialed the first contact, but the phone rang for several minutes before switching to an AI female voice. No one was answering? Could it be that Liu Chaoque had put the phone on silent again, so the incoming call couldn't be seen?

He started to sulk.

Twenty minutes later, Mu Li finished her meal and put the food in the sink.

Thirty minutes later, the fruit salad in front of Mu Li had been served to more than a dozen different people.

Stifled feeling increased by 50%

Fifty minutes passed, and Mu Li propped her head up, nodding off as if she were about to fall asleep.

The level of stuffiness fluctuates between 40% and 60%.

One hour later.

"Mu...Mu Li?" A stuttering voice, tinged with uncertainty and guilt, sounded in front of him. He squinted, and through the dim light between his eyelids, he vaguely saw a familiar woman.

Mu Li rubbed her eyes and stared at Liu Chaoque for a long time, making her even more uneasy: "What, what's wrong?"

"It's alright." He calmly pointed to the plate in front of him and said, "Eat."

Liu Chaoque felt even more guilty. The plate in her hand was already at the temperature of the cafeteria. She picked up a piece of meat, but it had gone cold and tasted greasy. It was really not tasty. She chewed slowly, using the warmth of her mouth to warm the already cold food. It was unclear whether she was atoning for her sins or simply seeking to torture herself.

After she ate five or six bites of meat and ate two bites of cold rice.

Mu Li took the chopsticks from her hand, and while cleaning up Liu Chaoque's food, he sighed heavily: "Where did you go rolling around in the mud? You're so dirty."

"No...no?" Liu Chaoque shook his head.

“This.” Mu Li pointed to the cuff of her sleeve, where there was a brownish substance, but it wasn’t dirt; it was blood, Chen Qingsong’s blood. “That’s not right.” Mu Li sniffed. “Why do you still have a faint smell of blood on you?” The smell, which had been masked by the food, was now clearly visible as Mu Li approached.

He was no longer angry at Liu Chaoque's delayed return. He asked, seemingly jokingly but also tentatively, "You didn't get into a car accident on the way, did you?"

But Liu Chaoque remained silent for a moment in response. Was she looking for an excuse or was she just not sure how to answer?

"Uh, yes." Liu Chaoque said very honestly, and it wasn't something he was ashamed to say: "I was almost hit by a car."

"Who? Who bumped into you?" Mu Li instinctively wanted to jump over the table, but he stopped himself in the end. He looked intently into Liu Chaoque's eyes, but saw no sign of pain.

“I called the police and they arrested him, but I’m fine. A kind person saved me.”

"No wonder I heard police sirens while I was eating. It turns out it was your accident." Hearing Liu Chaoque say that she was alright, he regained his composure. He didn't really care who saved her; it was just a "kind person" after all.

"Didn't you go see?" Liu Chaoque asked, puzzled. Why didn't Mu Maomao go to see the excitement?

"Don't look at me like that. Didn't you ask me to wait for you in the cafeteria? I even got my food ready, just waiting for you to come. What if someone takes our food if I leave? Besides, I'm not human. I don't like crowded places. I just want to quietly bask in the sun and take a nap." Mu Li shook his head, fiddling with the rice in his hands as if he had found a new and interesting toy, enjoying himself immensely.

"And what if you can't find me when I leave? You actually broke your promise, making me wait so long! I finally managed to patiently wait for you, and you broke your promise!" Mu Li clenched his fists, he was very angry.

"I'm sorry..." Liu Chaoque hung his head, listening to his instructions with great shame.

"Alright, it's good that you're alright. I can't let you come here covered in blood, it would make me lose my appetite." Mu Li wouldn't admit that he was pleased by Liu Chaoque's attitude. He still looked unhappy, but his mood had brightened a lot. He said, "After all, the smell of blood is really unpleasant and makes me think of bad things." It seemed that he really couldn't stand the smell of blood.

Liu Chaoque nodded in agreement.

He picked up his plate. Now that he knew Liu Chaoque hadn't intentionally skipped the appointment, he had nowhere to vent his anger. Mu Li wasn't that heartless to use the almost injured victim as a punching bag. He'd find out what happened later and take good care of the perpetrator.

A male college student, frantically defending himself on the confessional chair, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Mu Li placed Liu Chaoque's plate on the automatic conveyor belt. Because it was past the meal time, the automatic conveyor belt had stopped running, and many plates were piled up in one place, about to fall over.

He casually put his phone down somewhere and shook it: "After all that's happened, how about we go shopping?"

Seeing Mu Li's phone, Liu Chaoque suddenly remembered something she had forgotten: Right, where's her phone? It hadn't appeared when she went to the infirmary, could it still be by the roadside?

Seeing her visibly anxious, flustered, and frightened expression, Mu Li looked at her phone and asked, "You didn't lose your phone, did you?"

Liu Chaoque replied with a mournful face, "Hmm."

"Then hurry up and go find it, lest someone picks it up. Where and when was the last time you saw your phone?" Mu Li's anger had completely subsided. It wasn't that he forgot to answer; it was just that his phone wasn't with him. His urgent voice carried a hint of calm as he inquired about the phone.

"Maybe by the roadside."

Mu Li led her to the roadside, making a phone call to Liu Chaoque's cell phone as they walked.

The good news is that the phone wasn't lost, but the bad news is that the phone screen hit a stone pillar and cracked.

"Waaah, this is my only phone!" Liu Chaoque was on the verge of tears. Oh well, might as well take it to a phone repair shop.

Since the phone is broken, it still needs to be repaired, after all, there are many photos and messages stored on it. But then again, will turning on the phone every time it was in the car accident cause psychological trauma?

So, with a wave of her hand, Mu Li gave Liu Chaoque a new top-of-the-line Huawei phone, the latest model, with clear and smooth photos and performance approaching that of a camera. The price was also very attractive. Liu Chaoque felt like he was holding dozens of grams of gold, always afraid of dropping or bumping it. In the end, it was his sugar daddy, Mu Li, who couldn't stand it anymore.

He said, "I'm buying this for you to use as a cheap phone. I'll buy you a new one when it breaks. If you, as my bodyguard, can't even use this, I'll worry that you won't be able to protect me in the future."

Fine, after being threatened with a paycheck, Liu Chaoque finally stopped acting foolish. Well, Mu Li thought her behavior was like that of a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, and she couldn't bear to watch.

With nothing much to do in the afternoon, Mu Li took Liu Chaoque to the Chaoxi Hotel for a high-end buffet, ostensibly to let her get used to the life of the wealthy.

After leaving the medical room, Chen Qingsong turned on his phone and saw that it showed 6 o'clock. He couldn't help but sigh heavily and dialed the number he knew by heart.

"Hey? Chen Qingsong, my dinner tonight cost 20 yuan. Can you reimburse me?" Professor Zhao's voice was filled with excitement, as if he were gloating over having tricked his student.

Chen Qingsong covered his mouth and chuckled. Seeing that no one responded for a long time, Professor Zhao said with dissatisfaction, "Little Chen, you're not going back on your word and not going to treat me to this meal, are you?"

“No, Teacher Zhao, I’ll transfer the money to you,” Chen Qingsong said.

"That's more like it," said Teacher Zhao.

Teacher Zhao didn't ask Chen Qingsong why he hadn't kept the appointment on time, and Chen Qingsong smiled and accepted his excuse. The two tacitly agreed to the 20-yuan dinner invitation, but only one of them ate.

After transferring the money, Chen Qingsong felt a sense of relief, as the guilt and self-blame he felt for breaking his promise gradually faded away under Teacher Zhao's guidance.

My train is tomorrow, maybe I should go to the supermarket?

Although they talked about different things, the abrasions on his hands still affected his appetite. He couldn't lift heavy objects, but the weight of the bread was just right.

At Chaoxi Restaurant, Liu Chaoque held her plate as if she had stepped into the Grand View Garden. Hundreds of desserts and countless meat dishes awaited her. It was called a buffet, but what kind of buffet restaurant spans an entire floor?

In the magnificent hall, soothing music played, and boys and girls dressed in various colors strolled among the shelves. If it weren't for their gorgeous yet casual clothes, one would think they had stumbled into a royal banquet.

Liu Chaoque, dressed in an inexpensive short-sleeved long dress, looked slightly out of place. However, she didn't understand designer brands and simply appreciated the style and quality of the clothes worn by the men and women passing by her.

Then she swarmed around the meat, fresh produce, and various unidentifiable vegetables like a little bee. She had paid to get in, so who was more noble than whom? Anyway, no one was trying to scam her, so she was quite content.

She encountered nothing until she stood before the chef preparing the Wagyu beef with a large bunch of vegetables, hoping to get a medium-well steak.

"Thank you, Master." Just as Liu Chaoque was about to take the plate from the sizzling steak on the chef's spatula, a Cheng Yaojin appeared. She took out her plate, didn't even look at Liu Chaoque, and said to the chef, "Give me this steak."

"Madam, I was the first one in line, and I was the one waiting for it to transform from raw meat into this perfect form. But I didn't see you at all during this process. And then, when it was ready, you came to pick this ready-made fruit? Isn't that a bit dishonest?" Liu Chaoque spoke frankly, quietly watching the woman with the round, red jade, without flinching or avoiding her gaze.

The woman then glanced at her, frowning in disdain: "Why would the Chaoxi Hotel send someone like you?"

"Hehe." Liu Chaoque said innocently, "If elder sister can come, why can't younger sister?"

"Does sister dislike me?" Liu Chaoque said bluntly, "Then dislike me if you want. Anyway, I don't like your arrogant attitude either. But I still want to advise you, sister, that the oil from the steak you wanted has already dripped onto your clothes."

"Ah!" The woman looked down, and perhaps because she was too close to the hot plate, there were indeed some shiny oil stains on her clothes. "My Chanel."

She really wasn't in the mood to argue with Liu Chaoque about his steak anymore; she just wanted to go back and take it to the dry cleaners. She glared at Liu Chaoque, seemingly taking her anger out on him.

"Hey, you got this on yourself, it has nothing to do with me. The cameras were all recording, and I was 50cm away from you, I didn't touch you at all." Liu Chaoque handed the plate to the somewhat bewildered chef, gesturing for him to put the steak on the plate: "It's not the cookware's fault, you can't blame the cookware for brushing against you. You were so close, there was a risk of getting splashed, you can't take advantage of it just because it can't talk."

Liu Chaoque left with his plate, completely satisfied.

The woman was furious and impotent. This person cherishes this dress so much, they shouldn't wear it while eating; isn't that just asking for trouble?

In a good mood, Liu Chaoque went to get some more salmon and some unidentified fried seafood before heading towards their seats.

"Why did it take you so long?" Mu Li asked, munching on a bread crab and raising her cat-like face in confusion.

"I just ran into a woman dressed in gold and silver, and I chatted with her for a while," Liu Chaoque said casually. She put down her plate, looked at the various expensive ingredients piled on the table, and put her hands on her hips with satisfaction.

"You know people here?" Mu Li asked, puzzled.

"What? You look down on me? We're all brothers from all over the world. It's normal for me to have one or two friends in a small restaurant, isn't it?" Liu Chaoque said nonchalantly, "Let me see how this mushroom hot pot at this ten-thousand-yuan buffet is different from other places."

Mu Li couldn't help but smile as he cooked the sour soup hot pot. However, he had almost turned the sour soup hot pot into a sour soup shrimp hot pot. The congee hot pot he ordered next to him had been automatically turned into seafood congee by him, and was stewing sea cucumber, clams, abalone, and razor clams.

Well, Liu Chaoque took a sip of the broth and found it very flavorful, with a taste reminiscent of Yunnan restaurants using Ganoderma lucidum, matsutake, porcini, and chanterelle mushrooms as the base. However, it was too flavorful. For someone who couldn't even enjoy fresh mushrooms, this kind of flavor was a bit of a letdown.

She would rather have the mushroom soup hot pot that costs fifty or one hundred yuan per person; indeed, she's a sucker for cheap prices.

Fortunately, tomato soup is still tomato soup, and Liu Chaoque quite liked the beef bone broth. He put some in all three pots.

Watching Mu Li cook the raw fish in the milky white pot, I felt a strange urge to eat it.

"Fish, one for each of you." As if sensing Liu Chaoque's desire, Mu Li scooped out the well-cooked fish and placed it on her plate: "Dip it in seafood sauce, but I actually suggest you just drink the soup."

Oh, he also ordered a stockpot specifically for making fish soup. The pot was quite small. After each type of fish soup was cooked, he would pour some into a bowl, serve a bowl to Liu Chaoque, and then ask the waiter to replace it. It felt like he was making fish soup at a buffet restaurant.

I don't understand what this young master is thinking, but the fish soup is quite delicious. Do all cats have the potential to be great chefs?

The cat chef left at home: "Meow~" Waiting for Manman for 19 hours and 30 minutes, when will they come back from hunting?

……

In reality, at Liu Chaoque's home, Wang Qige happened to be on vacation. She felt that the ecological garden on Liu Chaoque's balcony needed to be cleaned, so she took a few hours' drive to come over.

Liu Chaoque has her own change of clothes and toiletries at home; all she needs to do is show up.

Si Man became famous because of her posts on her alternate account. When an editor wanted to sign her, they discovered that she was actually Mu Mu Chao Chao.

And so, the "Smiling Angel" account got a top contract, thanks to Chao Que's influence. The editor even called to ask her why she chose this kind of topic and encouraged her, saying, "Well written, keep it up."

Just then, Wang Qige arrived. She had prepared a clear broth hot pot, and the two of them silently cooked the ingredients in the ever-boiling electric pot.

"Sigh, I wonder how Chaoque is doing in the game." Wang Qige sighed, "I had a dream yesterday that she disappeared from this world."

“No, I’m still here, which proves she’s still here.” Smile said firmly, “A person can’t simply disappear without a trace and become a corpse. Their soul will always find its way back. When that happens, I will return the body, and she will come back.” Smile said this with a faint smile. As someone who seemed crucial yet dispensable in the game, she had no right to decide her own name or make her own choices. If she disappeared, she would truly be gone.

Wang Qige felt even less able to eat this meal.

……

Liu Chaoque patted his bulging belly and waved his hand to refuse Mu Li's offer to feed him: "I really can't eat anymore."