Can meal replacements be eaten as meals?

[You gently wrapped your arms around her waist from behind…]

[Mu Xia was startled, her face paling in shock. You quickly explained—you had been overwhelmed with grief over Mu Yue and for a moment, mistook her for her.]

[Just hearing Mu Yue’s name calmed her down. She stopped resisting—her heart stirred by the mention of her daughter.]

[Taking advantage of the moment, you sweet-talked and convinced Mu Xia to pretend to be Mu Yue just for tonight—to help ease your sorrow. She agreed to let you hold her as you slept, playing along with your fantasy to comfort your broken heart…]

“N-No way… this can’t be happening… is this actually okay?!”

[When Tang Yawen returned home, she prepared dinner like always—but today, something felt off.

You looked unusually flushed. Your mood seemed better than it had in days.

She didn’t think much of it at first—assuming you were finally beginning to heal.

But as the days passed, she started noticing strange things.

You kept sending her out to buy groceries—even when the fridge was already full.

At night, you kept getting up to use the bathroom. Each trip lasted half an hour to an hour. And every time you came back, your face was red and warm, like you’d been doing something intense.

The “computer accessories” kept disappearing too—even though you hadn’t touched a PC in a week, you used up a whole bottle in seven days.

But what really hurt her most…

Was how you started pulling away physically.

Every time she tried to get close, you acted tired and indifferent.

And yet, she was already dressed and ready to go.

It made her feel deeply unloved.

Meanwhile, Mu Xia also looked more and more drained.
She was constantly sleepy, wobbled when standing, and seemed to be losing strength rapidly.

After careful observation, Tang Yawen reached a conclusion—

We must be lacking nutrients!
I’ll cook something nourishing for all of us!

She excitedly asked you both what you liked to eat.

Eventually, you settled on these dishes:
Stir-fried leeks
Garlic oysters
Braised turtle
Spicy pig kidneys
Goji lamb soup

Tang Yawen happily cooked them all.

But strangely… after eating, both of you seemed even worse.

Your frequent urination got worse.
Mu Xia looked even weaker.

Tang Yawen began to doubt her cooking skills…]

“Wenwen… are you pretending not to know, or do you actually not get it…”

Seriously? You call yourself a doujinshi artist?
You only draw pure love stories?

[Of course, even Tang Yawen eventually grew suspicious.

On your 135th “bathroom run” that night, she followed you quietly.

And what she saw through the crack in the door would haunt her forever…

She saw you passionately making love to “Mu Yue’s stand-in”…

Angry and heartbroken, Tang Yawen burst into the room—startling both of you.

Poor Mu Xia was so shocked she nearly choked on her own breath. Her face twisted in fear and embarrassment.

Tang Yawen sighed, clearly troubled.

“If you prefer older women, just say so. Why hide it from me?”

You blinked in confusion.
“Wenwen… you’re…”

“You’re not wrong,” she shrugged.
“I mean, who hasn’t heard you screaming at night? I figured it out a while ago. I just didn’t want to interrupt since you finally seemed happy again. I came here to remind you to rest. Don’t push yourself too hard.”]

[You and Mu Xia were both blushing furiously.
Turns out Tang Yawen knew everything all along.
Seeing you finally smile again after Mu Yue’s death, she decided not to interfere.
As long as you stayed by her side, she didn’t mind sharing you with a new “best friend.” Even if that bestie was ten years older…]

[From that day on, there were no more secrets.
Tang Yawen truly loved you—she accepted other women in your life,
as long as she remained the main girl.

Even if that meant having an older sister in the house.

But once the secrecy was gone, the thrill faded.

You found yourself growing bored of Mu Xia.
She felt like an old car with high mileage—loud, slow, and inefficient.
You started craving the fresh excitement of Wenwen again.

Later, inspired by your unusual three-person relationship, Tang Yawen drew a new doujinshi.

It sold out the moment it hit the shelves.

Thanks to that work, you achieved true financial freedom.

Some readers criticized it as unrealistic fan fiction—

But Tang Yawen simply smiled.

Because this was her real life now.]

[Simulation End]

Simulation Result: Excellent

Ending Achieved: “Rekindled Flame”

Evaluation: Is there a path where one can have it all? Devotion without betrayal?
By choosing your path, you watched your first flame fade… only to find a replacement later.
Your bond with Wenwen never wavered. Even a substitute could become precious under its warmth.

If your heart is wide enough to hold many, perhaps sharing a bed isn’t such a bad idea~

Reward Obtained: Cooking – Level 2

This simulation ended on a surprisingly good note.
Though it wasn’t a perfect ending, it was definitely better than before.
Especially compared to that useless “video editing” skill, this one felt far more practical.

“A cooking skill? Did this come from Mu Yue?” Lin Yuxuan thought about it, growing increasingly suspicious of the simulator’s morality.

She wanted to test the skill out—but it was late now.
Better to sleep before she collapsed from exhaustion.

Lin Yuxuan checked the time—2:30 AM.

Ugh. I said I’d play just one round…
and now dawn is approaching.

****

“Aww man! Let this happen at least ten years after I die!”

In her room, Mu Yue screamed into the night.

Her mother rushed upstairs, worried.

She turned on the lights and found Mu Yue sitting on the edge of her bed, lost in thought.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Did someone bully you?”

Mu Xia looked at her daughter with concern.

Mu Yue gave her mom a complicated look, then shook her head.

“It’s nothing, Mom… just a nightmare…”

“Well then, dear—if anything happens, just call me, okay~”
Mu Xia poured her a glass of water and left the room.

Mu Yue took a sip, then stared blankly at the moonlight outside.

In her dream, she had seen everything—how after her death, her grieving mother ended up living with the white-haired girl.

“No way… that kind of future absolutely cannot happen…”

She silently vowed to cherish her life more.

Otherwise, even her mother—and her inheritance—might be taken away.

What Mu Yue didn’t know…

After Mu Xia left her room, she went straight to the bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet seat, her face burning red.

“Even at my age… dreaming about being with young girls like that…”

She covered her face in shame.

In the quiet bathroom, only a soft sound could be heard.

Perhaps the weeping of her guilty conscience…