The girl stared incredulously at the little boy beside her, who was munching on a steamed bun with relish, as if still unable to process his outrageous remarks.
Who am I? Where am I? Shouldn’t he be comforting me right now? How did it come to this…?
Before she could gather her thoughts, the boy’s muttering reached her ears again: "Hmm, if it’s just one policy, the payout might not be much. That’d be a waste. Better buy a few more. Then, when you kick the bucket, I can at least get you a decent grave—consider it a brotherly favor."
The girl: "???"
I’m not even dead yet! I’m alive and well! How dare you plan my funeral like this? Is this for real?
Yet, in a strange way, this was the first time she’d ever felt valued—though the method was bizarre, being treated like a "human blood bun" to be devoured.
"Oh, by the way, what’s your name?" The boy stuffed the last bite of his bun into his mouth, chewing noisily as he turned his curious gaze toward the girl lying on the hospital bed.
Still sulking, the girl pouted and huffed, "I’m not telling you!"
"That won’t do. How am I supposed to buy insurance for you if I don’t know your name?" The boy frowned, as if genuinely troubled by this logistical issue.
The girl: "???"
In the days that followed, right up until her discharge, the boy was the only one who visited her. Gradually, the two grew closer, and the girl began to realize that this little boy wasn’t just eccentric—his mind worked on a whole other level.
His thoughts were often ahead of their time—way ahead, even by her standards.
At the orphanage, the girl prided herself on being sharper than the other kids, especially compared to the dull-witted or disabled children around her. Though she never said it aloud, she carried a quiet sense of superiority.
This superiority wasn’t overt; it usually manifested as "cleverness" and "obedience," with an inexplicably lively spark in her eyes. It was why she was often the first choice for prospective adoptive parents visiting the orphanage.
Eyes were the windows to the soul, after all. A single glance could reveal a person’s essence, their thoughts laid bare.
But now…
The girl and the boy locked eyes, and through his "window," she could tell one thing: this kid was hungry again.
"Hey dummy, looks like it’s mealtime. I’m heading out. What do you want? I’ll grab extra for you."
The boy glanced at his "watch," his expression dead serious.
The girl’s gaze drifted to the "watch" on his wrist—and she fell silent. Not because of anything else, but because the boy had drawn it on with a pen.
The time was always "five minutes till food," without fail. At first, the girl had assumed he was mentally ill—after all, most kids in the orphanage had some kind of issue.
Like her, with her heart condition. Since the boy had no visible physical defects, she figured his problems must be internal, just like hers.
But he was unnervingly healthy, sprinting around like a rabbit. If it wasn’t his body, then it had to be his brain, right?
Yet, after days of observation, especially after witnessing his freakishly accurate internal clock, she quietly retracted that theory.
What did "freakishly accurate" mean?
Well, it meant this—him randomly checking his drawn-on watch and declaring it mealtime, only for her to pull out her phone and confirm: yep, he was spot-on.
So… this bizarre little creature wasn’t stupid or mentally ill. He was just too smart, operating on a wavelength so advanced that everyone else struggled to comprehend his words and actions, making him seem odd?
Yeah. That had to be it.
"Alright, go ahead. I’ll wait here," the girl said with a nod. The boy gave a quick thumbs-up and bolted out the door, vanishing in a flash.
Thud.
Once again, the girl was alone in the hospital room, surrounded by the sterile hum of machines. The atmosphere was cold, yet for some reason, it didn’t feel as suffocatingly lonely or hopeless as before.
Now, her days held a glimmer of anticipation—waiting for the boy to visit, wondering what food he’d bring back…
Countless tiny hopes piled up, quietly reshaping her outlook. For the first time, she thought, Maybe living isn’t so bad. Maybe things aren’t as bleak as they seem.
At least… as long as this weirdo was around.
Before long, the boy returned, arms laden with an absurd amount of food, which he dumped in front of her for picking.
The girl eyed the spread skeptically. "Since when is the orphanage this generous?"
"Nah, those old geezers are stingy as hell. Probably embezzling half the donations," the boy replied between chews.
"Then where did all this come from…?" she trailed off.
"Oh, this? I found it. Figured no one wanted it. The kitchen was packed, so I ‘helped’ by taking some of the ‘leftovers.’ No big deal, right?" He shrugged.
The girl: "..."
This is theft. Straight-up theft.
But in the boy’s world, it magically transformed into some noble act of salvage. "Figured no one wanted it"? Who even says that?
No wonder the other kids at the orphanage looked malnourished while this guy was thriving—he’d been hoarding all the goods for himself!
So… his so-called "secret scavenging spots" were real after all?
Her eyelid twitched. She didn’t know whether to scold him or applaud his audacity. On the surface, his methods seemed unreliable, yet somehow, they inspired an odd sense of security.
The orphanage wasn’t a home. Any warmth there was a facade.
As the boy had explained during their chats, the staff only kept them around for government subsidies and charity handouts. He’d even seen the director’s relative driving a BMW once…
The dark side of human nature should’ve been crushing. But in the boy’s retelling, it took on a twisted humor—his words stripped the despair away, leaving behind something almost… bearable.
The girl nibbled on the food the little boy had brought her, then seemed to remember something. She blinked and looked at the boy before asking, "What's your name?"
"Just call me Handsome."
The girl: "..."
Pouting slightly, she said, "I'm being serious."
"And I'm not?" The boy blinked innocently.
"A name isn't important. You can call me the Red Scarf Hero Who Does Good Deeds Without Leaving a Name, or you can call me Brother Cheng, or even—"
"Oh, fine. If you don’t want to say, forget it. I was just thinking of naming you as the beneficiary on my life insurance, but since you’re not interested, never mind," the girl said offhandedly.
Hearing this, the boy’s eyes instantly lit up. He grabbed the girl’s hand earnestly and said with utmost sincerity, "What are you talking about? My name is Ye Cheng—Ye as in ‘leaf,’ Cheng as in ‘honest.’ Just call me Brother Cheng. Oh, and make sure you don’t misspell the beneficiary name. I’ll give you my ID number later—double-check it, okay?"
The girl: "..."
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."
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.”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
. 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!"
