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The Operational Logic of a God-Tier Simp 10: 10.
The Operational Logic of a God-Tier Simp Gulp.
Ah…
is this…
is this a sight I am allowed to behold?
Gu Yan swallowed hard, his eyes locked onto Leng Qingqiu.
Her head was tilted back over the ergonomic headrest, causing her glossy black hair to drape naturally over both sides of the chair.
Her lips were naturally rosy, her breathing was soft and steady, and her features possessed an ethereal, celestial clarity that left him momentarily spellbound.
Since the heavy oak doors of the study hadn’t been fully latched, Gu Yan had simply slipped inside without a sound.
Just as he was gearing up to announce his presence and startle her, she had suddenly thrown her head back, making him instantly freeze under the assumption that his stealth run had been compromised.
But as he continued to observe her, his gaze caught a critical detail.
Leng Qingqiu’s complexion was subtly pale.
It was an unmistakable physical byproduct of her brutal, multi-year self-improvement grind, combined with a nervous system that was perpetually locked in a state of high-intensity survival mode.
Although the original web-novel never explicitly detailed the agonizing minutiae of her upbringing, Gu Yan could easily deduce the psychological environment she had been forced to survive in.
The Leng family had been ruthlessly massacred overnight, leaving the entire weight of their legacy and the mandate for vengeance resting solely on her shoulders.
She was forced to obsessively hunt for the mastermind behind that tragedy while simultaneously staying hidden, terrified that the enemy would discover her existence and eliminate her before she could fully manifest her potential.
Day in and day out, her life was an unyielding sprint toward executing her revenge.
The sheer, crushing weight of that pressure…
For some reason, an pang of genuine sympathy blossomed in Gu Yan’s chest.
They were precisely the same age, yet while the original version of him had spent his youth acting like a brainless, coddled playboy, she had been forced to shoulder the grim burdens of dynastic revival and blood vengeance.
Leng Qingqiu remained blissfully unaware of his presence.
Her rhythmic breathing caught for a fraction of a second as her hyper-alert mental clock abruptly snapped her out of her brief rest.
She instantly pulled herself upright, her slender fingers moving to massage her aching temples as she muttered under her breath, “Tsk…
I almost exceeded my allocated one-minute recovery window.
That was close.” But just as she reached out to resume scanning the textured braille displays, a sudden, comfortable sensation bloomed across her shoulders.
A pair of broad, warm palms had firmly anchored themselves against her trapezius muscles, instantly initiating a deep-tissue massage with a level of precision that bordered on the supernatural.
“Who’s there?!” Leng Qingqiu flinched, her entire body instantly locking down.
Had her enemies finally located her?!
Just as she prepared to forcefully throw herself out of the chair and initiate a defensive sequence, a irritatingly familiar, honeyed voice drifted into her ears.
“Don’t panic, Qingqiu.
It’s just me—your devoted, legally binding husband, Gu Yan.” Gu Yan maintained a firm but gentle leverage on her shoulders, offering a soothing explanation.
Just a few moments prior, he had swiftly accessed the System interface and spent ten Pure Love Points to purchase a passive sub-skill: [Divine-Tier Massage Technique].
As for why a literal reality-bending skill was priced so hilariously cheap?
The Pure Love System had offered a rather emotional speech: [ Ding!
Actively acquiring a therapeutic bodywork discipline exclusively to alleviate the chronic physical stress of your primary Pure Love Target?!
The System is profoundly moved by the Host’s pure, unadulterated devotion!
A generational tier-one discount of 99.999% has been automatically applied to this transaction!
] Wow.
Talk about an emotional algorithm, Gu Yan had thought, thoroughly amused.
Most system novels he had read back in his original world featured ruthless, predatory fake AI’s that bled their hosts dry of every single point.
His own cheat, however, was a hopeless romantic that handed out divine-tier abilities for free the moment he showed genuine affection.
‘Devoted…
legally binding husband?!’ “Pah!
Whoever’s husband you think you are has nothing to do with me!
Release me this instant!” Leng Qingqiu snapped, her cheeks burning.
“And do not disrupt my reading track!” Yet, despite her sharp words, the icy panic gripping her chest subtly dissolved the moment her brain identified the intruder as Gu Yan.
At least it’s just this eccentric fool.
Her hyper-genius mind instantly deduced why she hadn’t detected his approach.
Ling’er must have failed to properly close the doors when she left.
That little brat…
she is going to receive a severe disciplinary lecture when she gets back!
“My darling Qingqiu, I must politely request that you refrain from using such a distant tone,” Gu Yan countered smoothly.
“Besides being your future husband, what other role could I possibly occupy in your life?” “Furthermore, I am not disrupting you explicitly.
I merely noticed that my darling fiancée’s shoulder muscles were experiencing a critical level of myofascial tightness.
Therefore, I am simply utilizing the ‘Qingqiu-Baby Exclusive Massage Technique’ to elevate your physical tension.
That is all.” Gu Yan operated under a singular, unshakeable golden rule for romance grinding: Maintain a skin thick enough to deflect artillery.
If a man wanted to infiltrate the iron fortress of a traumatized, hyper-intellectual villianess like Leng Qingqiu, he had to initiate advances through tiny acts of service and gradually colonize her emotional landscape!
Uh…
wait.
Hold on a second, Gu Yan’s internal monologue suddenly stuttered.
Framed like that, don’t I sound exactly like a diehard simp?
No, no, no.
negative.
Simping was for ordinary mortals.
If he was going to orbit and pursue the ultimate antagonist of the entire original web-novel timeline, that didn’t make him a simp—that made him an affectionate wolf.
Hearing the absurd cascade of nicknames spouting from his mouth, a wave of goosebumps bristled through her.
Qingqiu-Baby?!
Exclusive massage technique?!
A mixture of embarrassment and annoyance flared in her chest.
She gritted her teeth, her voice lowering into a dangerous hiss.
“You…
you scoundrel!
don’t call me that!” “Oh?
Then what would my Qingqiu-Baby prefer me to call her by?” Gu Yan asked, entirely unphased.
His thumbs smoothly transitioned to apply pressure along her cervical spine, seamlessly shifting the conversation.
“In all seriousness, Qingqiu, the sheer soreness of these knots proves you’ve been sitting at this desk for a long time.
Maintaining such a rigid, unmoving posture must have caused severe strain.
For instance, the exact moment I press this meridian point…” Sensing his transparent attempt to redirect her anger, Leng Qingqiu immediately delivered a cold rebuttal.
“I told you to stop calling me Qing—eep!” !!
Leng Qingqiu froze, a deep, crimson flush spreading across her face at a alarming rate.
She instantly clamped a hand over her own mouth, her eyes wide beneath her long lashes.
What…
what on earth was that?
What just happened?
How could the refined me raise my voice like that?
Her chest rose and fell in rapid.
It was only now, as his hands continued their hypnotic movements, that she realized her body—which was usually chronically cold due to her brutal 4:00 AM awakenings—was gradually warming up.
The deep, agonizing soreness that had plagued her shoulders for months was melting away, replaced by an intoxicating, weightless warmth.
For the first time in her life, the hyper-genius began to doubt herself.
She subtly tilted her head back, acutely aware of his proximity.
“You…
um…
you really know how to massage?” Her tone was a fragile mixture of suspicion and forced skepticism.
She had no idea of what her current facial expression looked like, or how utterly defenseless she appeared.
All she knew was that Gu Yan’s supernatural technique was genuinely making her feel as though she was floating on a cloud.
The ‘Divine-Tier’ massage from the System was certainly not false advertising.
Gu Yan looked down at her flushed cheeks and softened expression, fully aware that she was oblivious to how adorable she looked right now.
With a cheeky grin, he leaned down, his lips brushing past her silky hair as he whispered into her ear, “Yes, Qingqiu.
Do you finally believe in my capabilities now?” “I trained in this discipline explicitly for your sake.” The sudden, intense proximity of Gu Yan’s warm breath sent a distinct shiver down Leng Qingqiu’s spine.
Her heart fluttered chaletically.
She frantically jerked her head away and sat up straight, her tone dripping with forced composure.
“You!
Don’t get too close to me!
Our interpersonal relationship has not reached that level of intimacy yet!” Gu Yan let out a soft chuckle.
Without offering a single word of protest, his hands smoothly lifted away from her shoulders.
The moment that supernatural, euphoric warmth vanished from her muscles, a sudden wave of comfort deprivation hit her.
Leng Qingqiu blurted out instinctively, “Why did you stop?” The words hung in the air.
Leng Qingqiu’s brain instantly went into overdrive as she recalled her primary grand strategy.
She was supposed to be utilizing Gu Yan as a convenient, disposable tool to shield her family from external threats!
Sh could not afford to project vulnerability or look inferior to him!
Releasing a sharp, arrogant snort, she crossed her arms.
“It seems you finally understood the boundaries of our relationship.
Now that you have realised, hurry up and go back.” However, in the very next second…
Gu Yan casually reached down, grabbed her by the shoulders, and smoothly pulled her torso backward until her spine was perfectly pressed against the plush backrest.
He let out a low, deeply amused laugh.
“Don’t be in such a frantic rush to throw me out, Qingqiu.
Massage discipline dictates that a premium shoulder massage must be followed by an elite ‘Cranial Relaxation Therapy’.
It’s a highly sophisticated technique designed to relax your mind.” Before she could form a rebuttal, his slender, warm fingers settled onto her temples, initiating a slow, hypnotic circular massage.
Leng Qingqiu pretended to struggle, her hands feebly swatting at the air.
“Let go, I don’t want your dirty hands touching me!” Gu Yan saw through her tsundere defense.
He merely grinned, increasing the rhythmic pressure of his thumbs.
“Denied!
I’m going to keep massaging!” “You…!” Leng Qingqiu’s voice trailed off into a soft murmur.
Finding herself unable to break free his insistence without revealing her hidden martial strength, she gracefully “surrendered” on the spot.
At the exact same time, a cold, triumphant sneer echoed in her heart.
Hehe…
Gu Yan, oh Gu Yan.
I admit your massage…
um…
ahem, is a bit comfortable.
But you highly miscalculated!
I will exploit your foolish devotion to restore my mental state and optimize my physical condition.
Once I’ve achieved my unmatched strength…
I will orchestrate a takeover of your entire Gu Family Empire!
Hehe!
Don’t blame me afterwards.
This downfall will be a consequence of your own actions!
Kekeke~~ As this glorious corporate conquest sequence played out in her hyper-genius brain, Leng Qingqiu’s entire body relaxed into his touch.
She fully leaned into the euphoric sensations of his cranial massage, a faint, deeply satisfied smile gracing her rosy lips.
[ Ding!
Actively massaging your Pure Love Spouse: +5 Points!
] [ Ding!
Maintaining prolonged skin contact with your Pure Love Spouse: +1 Point!
] [ Ding!
Successfully induced a state of unguarded physical comfort in your Pure Love Spouse: +10 Points!
] Kekeke~~ Look at this point yield!
Multi efficiency!
Standing right behind her, Gu Yan watched her blissful expression and the system log flashing in his vision, his own lips curving into a matching, victorious smile.