“Didn’t any of you notice she was sick? She’s been burning up all night.”
After a short rest, Ye Feng turned to look at Ah Fu, who was leaning on his hands on his head.
“No, after you left yesterday, Miss Li didn’t eat anything and locked herself in her room. She used to do that when she was upset with the master.”
As Ah Fu spoke, he turned to look at Ye Feng.
“Ye Feng, don’t take Miss Li’s actions to heart. She used to be very gentle, but after some incidents, she’s become more and more unwilling to interact with others.”
“It’s okay, I didn’t mind.”
“Thank you.”
...
“Beep beep”
Suddenly, Ah Fu’s phone rang. After he answered, a stern voice came through.
“How is she?”
“Master, Miss Li has stabilized now. The cause was a cold that led to a fever.”
“Good, I’m busy with company matters. Pay more attention.”
“Yes, sir.”
The brief conversation ended as the call was disconnected. Due to the private ward, the hospital corridor was exceptionally quiet, and even the nurses’ trolleys made little noise. Ye Feng clearly heard the conversation between Ah Fu and the robust-voiced man on the phone.
“Ye Feng, can I ask you for a favor?”
“What is it?”
“Can you take care of Miss Li for a while? I need to handle some hospital procedures.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“Thank you.”
After Ah Fu left, Ye Feng was about to take out his phone to pass the time when he heard a faint cough from the ward, prompting him to quickly check on Li Mucheng.
As soon as he entered, Ye Feng saw that Li Mucheng, who had been lying in bed, had somehow sat up, and the blanket had fallen off, revealing a glimpse of her.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Li Mucheng’s attention was immediately drawn to Ye Feng. She blinked blankly, then lowered her head, only to look up again after noticing her thin nightgown.
“Ahem... Miss Li, you’re awake...”
Before Ye Feng could finish, Li Mucheng quickly pulled the blanket over herself, wrapping it tightly around her. From within the thick blanket, her voice emerged.
“Why... why are you here! Did you enter without my permission?”
Ye Feng knew this awkward situation was partly his fault and quickly explained, “Miss Li, don’t misunderstand. I heard your cough and was worried, so I came in without knocking.”
“Ugh~”
A cute muffled sound came from under the blanket, and slowly, two dark eyes peeked out, staring intently at Ye Feng.
Worried? He said he was worried about me?
“I... what’s wrong with me? Why am I here?”
Li Mucheng mumbled.
“Well, that’s a story from this morning.”
Ye Feng recounted the events of the day in detail, though he omitted Li Mucheng’s actions toward him, attributing them to her being delirious from the fever.
“Sick? Am I sick?”
Li Mucheng tried to recall, vaguely remembering such a memory, though she had thought it was a dream at the time. After all, she was...
Wait!
It... it wasn’t a dream?!
Ugh... oh...
Luckily, Li Mucheng hid her face with the blanket, or Ye Feng would have seen her already red and flushed cheeks.
“Of course, the doctor said you have a severe cold, which is why you’ve been running a fever.”
However, Li Mucheng’s thoughts were elsewhere, drifting back to the memory of Ye Feng holding her in the morning and her stealing a kiss from him.
“Miss Li, are you listening? Miss Li?”
“Ah... I’m listening...”
Li Mucheng snapped back to reality and quietly gazed at Ye Feng’s cheek, as if she had left her mark on him.
“Miss Li, please don’t be so careless in the future. At least cover yourself with a blanket when you sleep.”
“Ugh... Teacher...”
“Yes?”
“About yesterday... I’m sorry...”
“You’re talking about that? It’s fine, but to get my forgiveness, you have to promise me one thing.”
“Wh... what is it?”
“Don’t sleep without a blanket again. Being sick is very painful.”
“Okay~”
“I promise.”
Li Mucheng’s brows curved slightly, and under the blanket, she revealed a smile, though no one noticed it.
...
“Teacher...”
“Yes?”
Ye Feng couldn’t help but feel that Li Mucheng’s attitude toward him had improved significantly since their first meeting, and there was something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
“Tomorrow... can we continue the lessons?”
Li Mucheng asked timidly, her small hands tightly gripping the edge of the blanket, holding her breath as she waited for Ye Feng’s reply.
“Well... that might not be possible.”
“Wh...”
“No... not possible? It’s my fault after all...”
Upon hearing Ye Feng’s response, Li Mucheng’s eyes immediately lost their luster, as if sinking into an abyss, and she muttered softly to herself.
“Because the doctor said you’ll need to stay for a few more days to recover, so the lessons will have to be put on hold.”
“Ah? No lessons?”
“Yes, Miss Li. With your current condition, how could I let you go out for lessons? If Ah Fu found out, he’d probably skin me alive.”
“Oh... that scared me...”
Li Mucheng patted her little chest and quickly returned to her initial delicate demeanor.
Looking at Ye Feng standing by her bed, Li Mucheng’s eyes darted around and suddenly came up with an idea. She pursed her lips and said, “Teacher, I... I’m a bit hungry.”
“Hungry? Then I’ll call Ah Fu to bring some food up.”
“No!”
Li Mucheng suddenly interrupted Ye Feng, afraid he would really call Ah Fu.
“We’re in a private ward, and there’s a dining area in the other part of the floor. Teacher, could you get me some food?”
“Is that so? No wonder it’s a private ward; even the service is VIP-level.”
Impressed by Li Mucheng’s words, Ye Feng agreed immediately.
“Then I’ll go now. Miss Li, what would you like to eat?”
“Anything is fine.”
As long as it’s from you...
“Alright, then wait here, Miss Li. I’ll be right back.”
“Thank you, Teacher~”
Only after Ye Feng left the ward did Li Mucheng pull the blanket away to reveal her red and flushed face, though this time it wasn’t due to a fever.
Li Mucheng gently touched her lips with her fingers, as if savoring something, though that remains unknown.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
