Dazed and confused, Madam Du, who had been knocked out earlier by the young lady's giant radish, slowly regained consciousness.
Her head felt... dizzy.
The first thing she did upon waking was pretend she hadn’t—otherwise, she’d inevitably get another beating. As long as she faked unconsciousness, she could make a full recovery once her little Hanhan’s anger subsided.
With a sneaky expression, Du Wanyi cautiously cracked open one eye to survey the room—only to spot Ye Cheng, who had suffered the same fate.
Except, Ye Cheng seemed to be in an even worse state, still being ruthlessly humiliated—no, wait, was that a reward?—by her daughter.
After being knocked out by the young lady, Ye Cheng lay sprawled on the floor, half-dead. Without hesitation, the young lady planted her foot squarely on his head.
There was definitely some personal grudge behind that stomp—likely lingering resentment over Ye Cheng serving as Dongfang Zhixia’s footstool earlier.
Though the young lady hadn’t voiced it, she hadn’t forgotten. Beneath that calm exterior, she’d been simmering, as evidenced by the merciless slap she’d given the guild leader earlier.
But Ye Cheng had been too well-behaved the entire trip, leaving no opening for retaliation. Now, she’d finally found the perfect excuse.
The young lady transformed into a black-hearted tyrant, striking with full force—no, wait, with her greatsword!
Justice would always triumph over evil! All crimes would be punished (posing in a knock-off candy-themed camouflage suit)!!!
Actually.
Ye Cheng was already awake.
His resilience was no joke. Sure, the young lady’s giant radish packed a punch, but against someone like Ye Linfei, it was child’s play.
"I could take on ten of you!" (loudly declared)!!!
Squish!
The young lady’s delicate foot pressed down harder on Ye Cheng’s skull.
Ye Cheng: "……"
Never mind. With the black-hearted young lady still fuming, it was wiser to lay low for now. Having made his decision, Ye Cheng continued playing dead, his half-lidded gaze drifting forward until it collided with a certain unreliable Madam Du’s.
As the saying goes, the eyes are the windows to the soul—and now, Ye Cheng and Du Wanyi’s windows were wide open, staring straight at each other in disbelief.
The same thought flashed through both their minds:
"So you’re faking it too!"
Holy crap, after all this time, they’d finally found someone equally shameless—ahem, a worthy rival! What a joyous occasion!
The two even managed to hold a full conversation through eye contact alone.
Du Wanyi: Little Chengcheng, you lucky dog! Getting rewarded by Hanhan like this? Ugh, so jealous!
Ye Cheng: ……
Ye Cheng: Madam Du, is there any chance this isn’t a reward for me?
Du Wanyi: Nope, it’s definitely a reward!
Ye Cheng: Dammit, you saw right through me!
Du Wanyi: Ha! So you were faking it! Ugh, why does Hanhan get to reward you and not me?!
Their silent Morse code exchange was absurd, yet they were perfectly in sync, bantering back and forth like old pals.
Meanwhile, the young lady, still basking in her victory screen, noticed something amiss. That naturally wicked old hag seemed to have woken up?
Shen Qinghan narrowed her eyes, spotting the middle-aged woman on the floor making exaggerated facial expressions.
Hmm?
An accomplice?
She glanced down at the idiot beneath her foot—still miraculously "unconscious"—and increased the pressure slightly. Ye Cheng remained as steady as a seasoned veteran, not betraying a single crack in his act.
Please.
After surviving this long in the game, did she think he’d lack basic survival instincts?
Ye Cheng had already deduced the young lady’s suspicion through sheer brainpower—or rather, physical sensation, since her foot’s pressure had shifted. Without hesitation, he went full corpse mode, leaving the hapless Madam Du to flail alone in her signal-flailing.
Better safe than sorry. The young lady could afford to misjudge a hundred times—he couldn’t afford to slip up once.
Unfortunately, Madam Du lacked both luck and tactical awareness. She kept spamming question marks at Ye Cheng, demanding why he’d suddenly gone silent, threatening to get really mad if he didn’t respond!
Eventually, even the oblivious Madam Du sensed something was off. She cautiously shifted her gaze toward her beloved Hanhan.
Their eyes met. The young lady’s glare was arctic.
Du Wanyi: "……"
Phew, must be my imagination. No way Hanhan noticed—I’ve been so careful! Probably just sleep deprivation messing with my head.
She squeezed her eyes shut, praying it was all a hallucination.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The young lady lifted her foot from Ye Cheng’s head, gripped her tiny cane, and marched toward the fake-unconscious Madam Du, her "Divine Weapon" (a.k.a. giant radish) in hand.
As footsteps drew nearer, Du Wanyi’s forehead beaded with sweat, her face twitching like Tom Cat in a nightmare.
Thud!
The young lady raised her "Sacred Sword" high, staring down at the wicked old woman with icy detachment.
"Any last words?"
Du Wanyi abandoned the act, snapping her eyes open with a pitiful pout.
"Waaah! Hanhan, you can’t do this! I’m your mother! What kind of daughter hits her own mom? Waaah…"
"Mm. Finished?"
The "Sacred Sword" continued charging, zero hesitation. This strike might or might not contain personal vendetta—hard to say.
"Wait! Hanhan, remember how I always treated you to meals when you were little?!"
Bad move. That only reminded Shen Qinghan of the times she’d nearly starved under Madam Du’s care. With cold finality, she sentenced the evil hag to execution.
Realizing her doom was sealed, Du Wanyi stopped struggling and adopted a serene expression.
"Hanhan, as your mother, grant me one last sentence."
The young lady brandished her "Holy Sword" in her hand, and as if by some divine intervention, Ye Cheng's mind automatically conjured up an epic battle cry of "Excalibur!"
"Little Cheng is awake too!" With her last ounce of strength before collapsing, she shouted, "ONE PIECE is real...!" Wait, no—she had an accomplice after all.
Thud!
Du Wanyi—OUT!!!
Even in death, she dragged Ye Cheng down with her. A fair trade—one for one. Not bad.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Ye Cheng stopped pretending. Slowly rising from the ground, the "shit-eating grin" reminiscent of Fire Punch faded from his face, replaced by an expression of worldly disillusionment.
The water's too hot to drink, and people's hearts too cold to touch.
Du Wanyi had taught Ye Cheng a harsh lesson in "loyalty."
Ye Cheng reached into his clothes and pulled out a magic cigarette, sticking it between his lips. Too bad he had no lighter, but at least he nailed the pose—the very image of a "Godfather."
"Young lady, give me a chance. Back then, I had no choice. But now, I want to be a..."
Thud!
Ye Cheng was knocked into a Tom and Jerry meme—cigarette still dangling from his mouth, eyes turned into X's—before collapsing to the ground with a plop.
Splat!
The young lady struck her "victory pose" once more, her delicate foot planted triumphantly on Ye Cheng's head, reveling in her dominance.
"Idiot. Hmph."
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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