Did Ji Qingyi give him chocolate?
As this thought arose, he immediately shook his head and dismissed the idea,
because the custom of giving chocolate was a tradition of the Nihon people, and Ji Qingyi wasn't from that ethnicity.
"Knock, knock, knock..." Su Cheng gently rapped on the wooden door.
A lazy yet icy voice came from inside: "Come in."
Su Cheng pushed the door open and entered, spotting Ji Qingyi seated by the tea table. He froze for a second before politely greeting her, "Have you eaten?"
At that moment, she was dressed in her school uniform, her hair cascading like a waterfall down her back. Beneath the tea table, her black-stockinged legs were slender and perfectly straight. Her fingers delicately pinched a teacup as she sipped with elegant poise.
"Hmm."
She responded indifferently, lowering her gaze to continue drinking her tea without any intention of speaking further.
Seeing this, Su Cheng didn’t stand on ceremony either. He directly took a seat on the chair opposite her, then retrieved a loaf of bread from his inventory. Unwrapping it, he explained, "I haven’t eaten yet, so I thought I’d rest here for a bit and maybe borrow a cup of tea."
"I thought you came here to give me an explanation."
Ji Qingyi lifted her head, setting down her teacup. Her utterly expressionless eyes fixed on Su Cheng as she stated flatly, "It seems you’ve already treated my garden as your own backyard?"
Hearing the cold edge in her voice, Su Cheng quickly apologized, "That was rude of me. I’d like to offer you an even more beautiful sunflower as an apology."
At his words, Ji Qingyi picked up the teapot and fetched another cup from the side. She poured tea unhurriedly, then casually placed the cup in front of Su Cheng. "Drink."
"Thank you."
Grateful, he glanced at Ji Qingyi before taking a small sip. Instantly, a refreshing sweetness blossomed on his lips.
Next, he tore the bread in half and held it out to her. "Want some?"
Ji Qingyi didn’t reach for the offered food. Instead, she stared at it and slowly uttered, "I’ve already had lunch."
Faced with her icy, unreadable expression, Su Cheng shrugged and stuffed the remaining bread into his mouth, mumbling, "It’s actually really good. I often have it for lunch."
At this, Ji Qingyi finally reacted. She glanced at the bread and asked, "You eat this for lunch?"
"Yeah."
Seeing her show interest, Su Cheng nodded eagerly, his face bright with anticipation. "It’s delicious—you should try it!"
With that, he extended the torn piece of bread toward her again.
Ji Qingyi eyed the bread, then raised a slender, porcelain-white hand. Using two fingers, she pinched off a tiny piece and brought it to her lips, chewing slowly.
Watching her refined, graceful movements and the slight part of her tempting lips, Su Cheng couldn’t help but swallow hard.
"Well?"
He looked at her hopefully.
Ji Qingyi set down the napkin she’d used to wipe her fingers and spoke evenly, "Average. Mildly sweet, wheaty, bland."
"Then how about this? This one’s got a stronger flavor!"
Without thinking, Su Cheng suddenly pulled out a pack of spicy strips and pushed it toward her.
The moment she saw the greasy contents, Ji Qingyi’s pupils constricted sharply. She jerked her head back, her face twisting in disgust. "If you’re going to eat something so pungent and foul-smelling, take it outside!"
Su Cheng froze. He’d brought out his favorite snack—maybe a bit presumptuous—but her reaction was pure revulsion.
The way she didn’t even try to hide her instinctive disgust sent a chill down his spine. His expression turned desolate, lips trembling as he lowered his head in silence.
But his demeanor grew respectful. He stood up and bowed in apology. "I’m sorry, President Ji. That was thoughtless of me. I’ll take my leave."
He knew there would always be an insurmountable barrier between him and Ji Qingyi—one that kept them from ever interacting like ordinary friends.
Today, it was just about her dislike for spicy strips, but this small incident revealed so much more.
Ji Qingyi remained seated, motionless, her gaze only growing darker and more inscrutable.
Just as Su Cheng reached the door, she finally called out, "Come back."
He stopped and turned to look at her.
Her voice was frosty. "Sit down."
Su Cheng pressed his lips together. "Okay."
He returned to his seat.
"Hmm." Ji Qingyi gave a slight nod, then extended her delicate hand and ordered, "Give me that thing from earlier."
"Huh?" It took Su Cheng a second to understand before he quickly placed the spicy strips in her palm.
Her hand trembled faintly, as if she were suppressing something. She lowered her head to scrutinize the ingredient list.
"..." Watching her struggle, Su Cheng grew uneasy.
Suddenly, Ji Qingyi lifted her head and locked eyes with him. "Are you sure this kind of food—loaded with salt, oil, sugar, and additives—is suitable for girls to eat?"
"Uh..." Su Cheng blinked, scratching his ear awkwardly. "Well, not many girls like this stuff, but since you said the bread was bland... I just instinctively grabbed these."
Ji Qingyi frowned slightly but said nothing more.
Su Cheng quietly exhaled in relief and was about to excuse himself again when Ji Qingyi abruptly asked, "So, is this your way of criticizing me?"
Su Cheng stiffened, stammering, "N-no... I just think it’s a shame I can’t share the food I love with you..."
Hearing this, Ji Qingyi placed the spicy strips back in front of him and said calmly, "Eat them."
"Eh?" Su Cheng stared at her in confusion.
"Since you like them, eat them here." Her tone was indifferent.
Su Cheng’s eyes widened in shock. The aloof, proud queen was actually accommodating him?
Gazing into Ji Qingyi’s fathomless dark eyes, Su Cheng suddenly felt a lump in his throat, as if the wall between them had cracked. A warm current surged in his chest, spreading through his entire body.
He opened his mouth, struggling to speak. "I... uh..."
In the end, he didn’t eat them. Instead, he put the spicy strips away and shook his head. "No, it’s fine."
He would respect the president too. After all, relationships were mutual—no one should just take or give unilaterally.
Ji Qingyi didn’t press further and changed the subject. "What time are you leaving today?"
"Not sure yet. I’ll ask Gu Ruoxue during the club activity later."
Su Cheng shook his head, then asked in return, "Are you coming too, President?"
"Hmm." Ji Qingyi nodded lightly.
"Will you have an entourage? What transportation are you taking?"
"A private jet and its accompanying staff."
"Huh?!" Su Cheng gaped.
Only then did he remember—this person’s wealth rivaled nations. Truly, poverty had limited his imagination!
In the end, he could only let out a quiet sigh and say, "I understand."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
