Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 146; Night out (l)

Shuyin smiled softly at her. "He calls her ’temporary.’"

Silence fell over their immediate area, a pocket of stillness in the chaos.

The man suddenly shoved backward. "This is ridiculous... she’s lying...!"

The girl slapped him.

The sound cracked across the music like a gunshot.

Gasps erupted.

Instant cheers followed.

Security stepped closer as the man backed away, his hand pressed to his reddening cheek.

Shuyin waved lazily. "Next relationship, try to be honest at least. It’s cheaper than hotel rooms."

The girl burst into tears, then suddenly hugged Shuyin, sobbing into her shoulder.

"Thank you," she choked out.

Shuyin patted her head gently, almost tenderly. "You deserve better than a reservation."

TARGET #6: THE "SOULMATE HOPPER"

Shuyin spun again, her finger lifting.

"You!" she called out.

A charming man near the bar froze. He had that soft, emotional type of face, the kind women trusted instantly, the kind that spoke of vulnerability and depth.

He smiled uncertainly. "Yes?"

"Ohhh... you’re dangerous," Shuyin murmured.

"What?" he laughed nervously.

"You tell every woman she’s your soulmate."

The crowd reacted instantly.

"OHHHH....."

"Emotional scammer!"

"Those are the worst!"

The man shook his head rapidly. "That’s not true....."

Shuyin held up one finger. "You said it to the singer last month." Second finger. "To the yoga instructor three weeks ago." Third finger. "And yesterday... to your ex, you sent flowers and said you still ’feel the universe connecting you.’"

The women near him slowly backed away, as if they’d just realized they were standing near a serial killer.

One girl whispered, horrified, "He told me I was his fate..."

Shuyin nodded sympathetically. "He tells everyone that. Very efficient."

The man broke and ran.

The crowd howled with laughter.

"SOULMATE RUNNER....!"

"CATCH YOUR UNIVERSE...!"

Shuyin swayed slightly now, her breath warm with wine and triumph.

She lifted both arms dramatically.

"Wow... so many dishonest men... I feel like a public service announcement."

Blade had tears in her eyes from laughing.

Razor was holding her ribs.

Tank just shook his head in disbelief. "This club is never recovering from tonight."

Shuyin suddenly slowed.

Her laughter faded.

TARGET #7: THE "BEST FRIEND"

Shuyin staggered a little, accepted a drink she didn’t remember asking for, then suddenly froze mid-sip.

Her gaze locked onto a man sitting far too comfortably beside a clearly tipsy woman. His hand rested on her knee in a way that looked protective to outsiders, caring even.

Shuyin’s lips curled into something darker.

"Ohhh," she murmured softly. Dangerously. "This one is sneaky."

She marched up and planted herself directly in front of him.

"You," she said, poking his forehead. "You are... the best friend."

The man blinked. "Uh....yeah? Since college...."

"LIAR!" Shuyin shouted.

The club went dead quiet again, the music suddenly seeming too loud in the silence of held breath.

"You’re not her best friend," Shuyin said sweetly, her tone at odds with her words. "You’re her backup plan. Her emotional support wallet. Her ’I’ll settle if I can’t do better.’"

The woman beside him stiffened. "What?"

Shuyin leaned down until their eyes met. "He listens to you cry about your ex at night... then secretly hopes you’ll cry into his bed."

The man shot up from his seat. "That’s not....!"

"Oh? Then why did you search ’how long before a girlfriend friend-zones you forever’ last month?"

Dead silence.

The woman’s face twisted in disgust. She yanked her leg away from his hand, as it had burned her. "So all this time you were just waiting?"

Shuyin clapped her hands once, the sound sharp and final. "Congratulations! The lie has expired."

The man tried to explain, mouth opening and closing. He never got the chance. The woman dumped her drink on his shoes and walked away without another word, her shoulders rigid with betrayal.

Behind them, security was already escorting him out as the woman covered her face with her hands, body shaking.

Shuyin tilted her head, her expression briefly unreadable, something almost sad flickering across her features.

"Waiting is cowardice," she murmured, then spun again. "Next!"

TARGET #8: THE "GOOD SON"

Her eyes caught a man quietly sitting near the bar, answering a phone call with careful patience.

"Yes, Mom... I ate... No, I’m just with colleagues... I’ll come home soon..."

Shuyin drifted up behind him and rested her chin on his shoulder.

"Such a good son~"

He nearly dropped the phone. "Wha.....!"

She plucked the phone from his hand and held it gently.

"Auntie," she said sweetly into the receiver, "your son is very obedient."

The man went pale. "Give it back!"

Shuyin handed the phone to Ting Fei instead. "Put it on speaker."

The voice on the other end sounded warm and trusting. "Xiao Chen? Who is that?"

Shuyin smiled brightly.

"I’m the woman he takes to hotels on business trips."

The club EXPLODED.

"What?!" the mother shrieked through the phone.

The man collapsed to his knees. "No! No! It’s not like th.....!"

Shuyin tapped his forehead lightly. "You have a girlfriend in City A. You have a blind date your mother arranged in City B. and you tell both of them you’re ’too busy with work.’" She tilted her head. "Busy man."

The mother’s voice broke through the phone in fury and heartbreak. "You... you disgrace....!"

Shuyin gently returned the phone to him.

"Go home," she said quietly, almost kindly. "Before you lose every woman in your life at once."

He stumbled away like a condemned man walking to execution.

Shuyin swayed gently on her feet now, the alcohol finally catching up with her supernatural stamina.

"Haiya..." she sighed, rubbing her temple. "Why are men so exhausting..."

Blade stared at the battlefield of broken reputations around them. Razor whispered, "She just destroyed eight lives in under twenty minutes."

Tank nodded solemnly. "Efficiency queen."

Shuyin suddenly lifted her head again, eyes lighting up with renewed interest.

"Oh?"

All three of them tensed.

"She found another one," Razor whispered.

And across the club, unknowingly standing in judgment’s spotlight, Target #9 was already doomed.