"Wuwuwu, you jerk, wuwuwu..."
Dongfang Zhixia struggled to lift her swollen foot to kick Ye Cheng, but the pain made her abandon the idea. She wiped away her tears.
Just as she was about to curse Ye Cheng to vent her anger, she saw him holding her foot and staring intently, as if he wanted to...
Dongfang Zhixia's pupils shrank, her expression turning panicked.
"You jerk, what are you doing?!"
"I'll kill you, wuwuwu..."
Realizing she might be assaulted, Dongfang Zhixia became frantic. Though one foot was immobilized, she used the other to kick wildly at Ye Cheng, who seemed intent on "harassing" her.
"Miss, what are you doing? I just wanted to suck the venom out. Is that really such a wicked thing?"
Ye Cheng spoke helplessly.
It wasn’t that he wanted to take advantage of the situation.
But the snake was vicious—triangular head, sharp fangs, clearly packed with venom!
He just wondered if the snake worked out in its free time.
With such potent venom, if anything happened to the young lady in front of him, things would get ugly. He’d end up minced meat.
Helping Dongfang Zhixia was essentially helping himself.
Hearing Ye Cheng’s intention to suck the venom from her foot, Dongfang Zhixia grew even more agitated.
"No! I don’t want you touching me! Let go, you jerk!"
"Why won’t you listen? The snake’s venomous. Sucking it out now will help. If the poison spreads, you won’t be far from death."
"Let go, you jerk! I’d rather die than let you help me!" Dongfang Zhixia’s tone was resolute.
Ye Cheng: "..."
There was a saying, wasn’t there?
"Abandon the savior complex, respect others’ fate."
Since she’d made her stance clear, what else could Ye Cheng do?
Respect it was.
"Fine then, President, hang in there. I’m going back to sleep."
With that, Ye Cheng turned and walked away without looking back.
Now it was Dongfang Zhixia’s turn to be stunned.
Why… why did something feel off?
She looked down at her foot. The bite on her ankle had swollen even more than before, and black blood oozed steadily from the two puncture wounds.
Suddenly, Dongfang Zhixia realized the truth in Ye Cheng’s words.
He had genuinely been thinking of her well-being, not just trying to take liberties.
Only after Ye Cheng left did it hit her—she’d been an idiot.
After all, she was human.
Humans have emotions, even someone as seemingly flawless as Dongfang Zhixia in the eyes of many.
She was human too. She could feel fear when bitten by a snake. Though her mental fortitude surpassed her peers, it still had limits.
Add Ye Cheng’s "critical hit," and she’d completely lost her composure.
Her emotions spiraled, and she refused to let him touch her again.
In Dongfang Zhixia’s mind, Ye Cheng should’ve insisted a little more—maybe even forced the issue.
That would’ve given her an excuse to reluctantly agree.
But instead…
He just left?
Ye Cheng’s departure left Dongfang Zhixia dumbfounded. The area was remote—what if another snake came and bit her again?
By the time her useless secretary found her, she might already be a corpse.
Watching Ye Cheng’s retreating figure, panic set in. She tried to stand but collapsed immediately.
What terrified her most was that the pain had dulled.
Her body was growing numb—just as Ye Cheng had warned, the venom was spreading!
"Jerk, wuwuwu… come back!"
Whether from pain or something else, tears streamed uncontrollably down Dongfang Zhixia’s face.
Mingled with dirt, her disheveled state couldn’t mask her beauty, instead lending her a tragic, pitiable charm.
Ahead.
Ye Cheng, nearly out of sight, stopped.
[Host, perform a good deed today—save the Dongfang family’s young lady from the venomous snake bite!]
[Reward: Swift as the Wind!]
[Failure: Be chopped into mincemeat by the enraged Dongfang family!]
Ye Cheng: "???"
Holy crap, they’re serious!
If he didn’t go back to deal with that arrogant young lady, she might really die—and he’d be joining her in the afterlife.
Ye Cheng took a sharp breath and sprinted back.
There, he found the once-defiant, stubborn president now looking pitiful.
Dirt streaked her tear-stained face, her expression no longer haughty but pleading and vulnerable.
Seeing Ye Cheng return, Dongfang Zhixia bit her lip, fighting back tears, clinging to her last shred of pride.
As if by refusing to show weakness now, the one who’d cried and begged for him to stay wasn’t her.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Typical spoiled young lady antics.
Time for a lesson.
Glancing around and finding nothing useful, Ye Cheng tore off what remained of his already tattered shirt, ripping it into strips.
"Lift your foot."
He could’ve just grabbed her leg to bind it, but that wouldn’t teach the arrogant miss a lesson.
In short: Do it yourself.
Dongfang Zhixia hesitated, then, under Ye Cheng’s gaze, reluctantly lifted her injured leg.
Ye Cheng wrapped the cloth tightly around her calf.
Though some time had passed, there might still be hope.
Soon.
With the bandage secured, Ye Cheng assessed the president’s condition and sighed inwardly. How had it turned into a pig’s hoof?
"W-what are you looking at…"
Noticing Ye Cheng’s stare, Dongfang Zhixia grew flustered, her foot twitching slightly in his grip.
Nervous sweat dampened her palms.
This was her first time in such close contact with a male peer—even if the circumstances were odd, and the person stranger.
Yet she couldn’t stop her mind from wandering.
It felt ticklish… and weird…
"President, are you ready?" Ye Cheng blinked, watching the fidgeting Dongfang Zhixia.
Her face flushed, eyes darting away. "Jerk, y-you decide. No need to ask me."
"Mainly because I’m afraid you’ll sue me," Ye Cheng said earnestly.
Dongfang Zhixia: "???"
Dongfang Zhixia's face stiffened, and she now had the urge to kick Ye Cheng to death. At a time like this, he was still worrying about such things—what a jerk...
Dongfang Zhixia was left speechless as Ye Cheng quickly began the "minor procedure."
Ye Cheng pulled out a bottle of mineral water from his backpack, rinsed his mouth, spat it out, and continued.
This was to prevent the venomous blood from poisoning him.
The entire process made Ye Cheng appear remarkably professional, and Dongfang Zhixia couldn’t help but recall the details she’d seen in Ye Cheng’s profile.
"Unconventional thinking, skilled in a bizarre range of things, and involved in a medical dispute with a stray dog named Da Huang..."
A medical dispute?
So, in Ye Cheng’s eyes, was she now taking Da Huang’s place?
Dongfang Zhixia’s expression grew increasingly strange, her gaze more and more complicated. But this complexity didn’t last long—the peculiar sensation in her foot made her mind grow hazier by the second.
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
