The Selfish Young Lady, Is This Still the Password for Domestic Use

On the airplane.

"That, young miss, the wind is strong up here on the plane. It would be better to go down. Standing up here is quite dangerous." The voice of a maid kindly reminded from the side.

Xia Tongxin, who had been laughing arrogantly like a small fry just moments ago, immediately deflated upon hearing this. A gust of wind happened to blow by, causing her petite frame to sway slightly. She hurriedly grabbed onto the handrail.

Once the wind settled, Xia Tongxin's pink hair had become somewhat disheveled. Her small face was pale, as if frightened by the sudden gust, her little heart pounding wildly.

Gulp.

She swallowed hard, taking a moment to steady herself before turning her head to thank the maid who had warned her.

"Thank you, I understand." Xia Tongxin spoke softly, her voice gentle as she lightly pursed her moist cherry-like lips in gratitude toward the maid.

The maid was flustered by the unexpected courtesy. Though she knew her young miss had always been this way—unpretentious and easygoing—being thanked in return still caught her off guard.

After all, this was part of their duty as subordinates. In fact, if Xia Tongxin had been startled, it could technically be considered their negligence. They should be the ones apologizing, not Xia Tongxin.

Even if it had been Xia Tongxin’s fault, in their social circle, it was always the staff who were expected to take the blame, never the young lady herself.

Xia Tongxin’s behavior was… unconventional, to say the least.

As the noble ladies often remarked, "Tongtong is like a sweet, soft little cake—the kindest, most well-behaved darling in the world. So tiny and adorable too…"

With her pink backpack strapped on, Xia Tongxin tightly gripped the plane’s handrail with one small hand, carefully descending the steps one by one.

It was almost comical—Xia Tongxin wasn’t particularly tall, and her private jet had been customized with safety in mind, its handrails raised to a "terrifying" height of 1.55 meters.

As she made her way down, all that could be seen was her little pink head bobbing above the railing, rising and falling with each step. Adorable.

At the last two steps, Xia Tongxin paused, took a deep breath as if steeling herself, then suddenly hopped, skipping the final stairs altogether.

Thud!

She wobbled but ultimately stuck the landing. Perfect!

"As expected of me!" Xia Tongxin’s voice brimmed with pride, as if she’d just accomplished some grand feat.

"Let’s see… it should be this way?"

She pulled out her phone from her pink backpack, tiny fingers tapping the screen with a click to unlock it, then checked the straight-line distance from here to the Great Sea City Noble Academy.

It was already so late today that checking in was out of the question. She’d have to spend the night at her family’s five-star hotel instead.

"Young miss, this way, please."

A neatly dressed female chauffeur stood ahead, ready to escort Xia Tongxin to the hotel—lest she get lost on the way.

Xia Tongxin had a tendency to zone out. Even with a map and GPS guiding her, she could still end up wandering off. If not for Great Sea City’s abundance of surveillance cameras, her family would probably spend half their time searching for her.

Click.

The chauffeur considerately opened the car door before Xia Tongxin even reached it.

"Thank you." Xia Tongxin nodded politely at the woman holding the door, even if she couldn’t quite recall who this person was. Basic manners were non-negotiable.

"No need for thanks, young miss. This is our duty." The chauffeur smiled, closing the door after Xia Tongxin got in.

Thunk!

The door shut, and the car set off toward the five-star hotel built by the gambling tycoon’s family in Great Sea City.

Meanwhile.

On the same road, a black sedan glided smoothly past. As the two vehicles crossed paths, Ye Cheng—who had been lazily sticking his head out the window to "eat the northwest wind" in a futile attempt to fill his stomach—spotted Xia Tongxin, who was also leaning out her window, mouth wide open to "eat the southwest wind."

Huh?

Another expert?

And a pink-haired nonconformist at that?

Ye Cheng saw Xia Tongxin, but she remained oblivious, utterly absorbed in her "southwest wind" feast, letting the airflow rush into her mouth.

Instinctively, Ye Cheng’s mind superimposed the image of a certain brat from a game who’d once called him "small fry." To him, this was exactly how that kid should look—along with the unmistakably chuuni username "Mixed Loli."

Hard not to draw parallels.

Before Ye Cheng could get a better look, the cars had already sped past each other. Only after the other vehicle was far ahead did he reluctantly retract his gaze.

"Do you know the people in that car?"

A cool, composed voice tinged with curiosity came from beside him. Shen Qinghan had noticed the other car’s license plate—registered in Great Ocean City, not locally.

Moreover, the vehicle’s design screamed extravagance, easily surpassing even the Shen family’s custom models by a tier.

In Great Sea City, cars like that belonged only to prominent figures—the kind whose names carried weight. Yet even Shen Qinghan seemed to be seeing it for the first time.

Precisely because it was unfamiliar, she asked Ye Cheng about it after seeing him stare so intently, assuming he might recognize them.

Ye Cheng blinked. "If you’d asked me ten seconds ago, I’d have said no. But now, having witnessed the person inside, my answer is yes—a friend I’ve just met!"

His tone was so earnest it almost sounded true.

Shen Qinghan: "…"

Unsurprisingly, if a passing glance counted as friendship in Ye Cheng’s book, then "all the world’s my brother" would fit him perfectly. He’d probably call a random stray dog his sworn sibling.

After the two cars diverged, they came to a stop around the same time—Xia Tongxin’s ride halting at her family’s five-star hotel, while Shen Qinghan’s car parked at the school gates.

School entrance.

Once the Shen family’s car dropped them off, it drove away. Now it was time for Shen Qinghan to switch mounts—her trusty steed, "Ye Cheng."

Ye Cheng obediently crouched down. "Alright, young miss, unleash our blood-pumping combo move!!!"

Thud!

Minutes later, Ye Cheng carried Shen Qinghan on his back, arriving at the girls’ dormitory entrance.

"Goodbye, Young Miss! See you tomorrow!" Ye Cheng enthusiastically waved at the base of the girls' dormitory, not lowering his hand until her figure completely disappeared down the hallway.

"Phew, alright. Now it's time for the Student Council President." Ye Cheng let out a sigh of relief and checked his phone. There were still about two hours left before the dormitory curfew.

In other words, he had two hours to win over the Student Council President. If he failed, he’d be a dead man after those two hours. So, folks watching this unfold, do you think I can pull it off?

Ye Cheng activated his "Lightning Dash" and zipped away from the girls' dorm in the blink of an eye, vanishing from sight.

Upstairs, the Young Miss had just stepped out of the stairwell and caught sight of Ye Cheng sprinting wildly in some direction. She frowned slightly, as if recalling something unpleasant, but ultimately just snorted coldly.

School affairs weren’t something she could interfere with too much. Dongfang Zhixia held more authority as the Student Council President.

Given her special status, Dongfang Zhixia couldn’t control her, but she could control Ye Cheng. Because of this, the Young Miss didn’t blame Ye Cheng for rushing off to see that "two-faced, shameless woman" right after leaving her side.

It was all Dongfang Zhixia’s fault. This grudge wasn’t directed at Ye Cheng—it was squarely on the Student Council President’s head.

Watching Ye Cheng run further away, the Young Miss suddenly realized something: wait… he was going the wrong way.

Dongfang Zhixia’s villa was in the opposite direction. Had Ye Cheng… run the wrong way?

She could’ve called him to stop him from making the mistake, but for some reason, she didn’t. People are selfish, and the Young Miss was no exception…

……

"What the hell? Where the heck did I end up? Is this even still the country?!"

Ye Cheng panted heavily, drenched in sweat, as he stopped on a desolate path. He’d just realized a fatal problem—he had no idea where the Student Council President’s villa was.

What the hell was he supposed to do now?

Was this an automatic death sentence?

Ye Cheng decided to just give up. He plopped onto the ground and pulled out a "no-brand cigarette" from his pocket, sticking it between his lips to catch his breath.

Tap, tap, tap… Ye Cheng didn’t notice the slender figure approaching from behind, hands clasped behind their back, footsteps deliberately light as they crept closer.

"Damn it, I’m out of fire!"

Click.

The moment Ye Cheng muttered about having no lighter, a pale, almost sickly hand reached out from behind him, holding a lighter to light his cigarette.

"Thanks, bro, you got a—"

Ye Cheng instinctively started thanking the person, but then something felt off.

Wait a minute…

A deserted mountain path, eerie silence, a mysteriously appearing flame, ghostly pale hands…

WHAT THE HELL?!

"SHT!!!"

Ye Cheng took a deep drag from his cigarette, slapped the ground, and flipped backward with a loud shout.

"Listen up, demon! My home’s at Flip-Flop Garden, Unit 1101! My dad’s Hu Junying, my mom’s Zhang Xiaoli! I ain’t scared of no ghosts or monsters!"

He stomped out the Big Dipper formation with his feet, formed a seal with his left hand, drew a cross with his right, and chanted "Amitabha" under his breath—throwing everything he had at whatever this thing was.

When Ye Cheng finally got a clear look at the "dirty thing" behind him, he froze. It was… someone he knew?

Ye Cheng sneered. "Hah! Don’t think just because you’re disguised as that petty scammer I’ve met before, I’ll back down!"

"Let me make this clear—Ye Cheng’s poverty isn’t just for show! No money to give, only a life to take!"

Lin Baizhi: "……"