Beep!
"Green Bubble payment received: 10,000 yuan!"
The familiar sound of money hitting his account made Ye Cheng’s lips curl uncontrollably into a grin. Ah, yes—this was the feeling he knew so well. Power. The power was all coming back.
It was a strange thing—Ye Cheng felt like he’d scored a win, and the girl felt the same, having spent just 10,000 yuan to get her brother’s Green Bubble contact. So the question was: who actually lost out here?
The girl’s Green Bubble profile picture was a sickly "Lin Daiyu" lying in bed, the image inexplicably melancholic, tugging at the heartstrings of anyone who saw it at first glance.
This was her private WeChat, reserved only for close family.
Ye Cheng’s profile picture, on the other hand, was a white-bearded old man wearing a helmet and holding a sniper rifle—Grandpa Niu. His Green Bubble username matched his online alias perfectly:
"Number One Assault Trooper Grandpa Niu of Flipped Garden!"
When the girl saw the name, she froze for a second. Oddly enough, an indescribable sense of familiarity and warmth washed over her. Yep, this was exactly the kind of thing her brother would do.
"Your profile pic looks all weak and sickly—not cute at all. Hold on, I’ll find you a better one!"
Ye Cheng tossed out the comment casually as he crouched on the roadside curb, scrolling for a new avatar for Lin Baizhi. Meanwhile, Lin Baizhi wasn’t looking at her phone—she was looking at Ye Cheng.
After all these years, her brother seemed… different. Better looking, even. She really, really wanted to—
Ding!
Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her chaotic thoughts.
"Sent it. You better be grateful, kid." Ye Cheng flashed a "smirk," instantly embodying the essence of a "domineering loser."
Lin Baizhi stared, momentarily dazed. Even though Ye Cheng was clearly just messing around, in her eyes, he was bathed in a natural filter. And given that he was already a "walking incubus," the effect was dialed up to the max.
To Lin Baizhi, Ye Cheng was more alluring than any incubus—the most captivating person in the world.
To put it bluntly, every time they interacted, Lin Baizhi had to fight to suppress the wild thoughts flooding her mind, to restrain her restless hands, to hold back—
Well, if all that sounded too abstract, it could be summed up in one sentence:
Lin Baizhi was very pent-up.
No—extremely pent-up.
Given her chronically poor health, she shouldn’t even be having these kinds of thoughts. But the problem was, when you spend years obsessing over someone, your body starts acting up—especially for a girl like Lin Baizhi, caught between adolescence and longing.
Every condition was perfect: during the day, she had to study, work, and prepare endlessly for the day she’d reunite with her brother.
The intense workload and stress, combined with constantly thinking about him—of course she was pent-up. So, late at night, Lin Baizhi would quietly open her phone’s photo album and tap on—
"So? Pretty good, right?" Ye Cheng’s confident voice snapped her back to reality.
Lin Baizhi hurriedly shoved away the strange images in her mind and forced herself to look at the new avatar.
It kept the original theme—still Lin Daiyu—but… something was off.
Since when did Lin Daiyu have biceps?!
Yep. The avatar Ye Cheng sent was the classic "Lin Daiyu Uproots a Willow Tree," complete with massive biceps and a crowd of onlookers gaping in shock. The sheer absurdity of the image was overwhelming.
Lin Baizhi: "…"
"It’s ugly! Not cute at all!" she huffed, pouting in protest—before silently hitting save and planning to set it as her profile picture later.
As for Ye Cheng? He didn’t even register her complaint, already lost in his own artistic vision.
"By the way, what are you doing out here so late? You’re creeping around like a ghost—scared the hell out of me." Ye Cheng suddenly remembered he still had business to attend to. He hadn’t settled things with the Student Council President yet.
If he delayed any longer, he’d probably have to climb the wall of her mansion and lick her shoes as an apology.
"I am not a ghost! Have you ever seen a ghost this pretty? Hmph!"
Lin Baizhi puffed her cheeks indignantly but still explained why she was out so late: "I’ve been feeling down lately… something’s been bothering me, so I came out for a walk…"
"Yeah, walking’s good when you’re upset. Hey, do you know how to get to the Student Council President’s villa?"
"Ah… I really wish someone would talk with me…"
"Yeah, you’ll find someone. So, about that villa—"
"If someone would just chat with me for a bit, I’d pay them 10,000 yuan…"
"Buddy, whatever’s on your mind, lay it on me! Bros before woes, no need to hold back!"
Lin Baizhi: "…"
Beep!
"Green Bubble payment received: 10,000 yuan!"
Hearing that sweet sound, Ye Cheng’s grin stretched ear to ear. Who knew taking a wrong turn could lead to a late-night windfall? Today was definitely his lucky day.
Now that he’d been paid, Ye Cheng wasn’t in such a hurry to find the Student Council President. He sat down to chat with the delicate-looking scammer girl and hear her troubles.
"I never had parents growing up…"
"Eh, join the club. Like anyone does." Ye Cheng offered his condolences.
Lin Baizhi: "???"
She instinctively wanted to argue, but then realized Ye Cheng’s statement was "unassailable." Others might say it to bond or as a joke, but for Ye Cheng, it was the truth.
Except… why didn’t he sound the least bit sad? Like it was just some trivial little thing?
This threw Lin Baizhi off completely. In the end, she could only puff her cheeks and lightly smack Ye Cheng’s arm.
"Let me finish first!"
"Oh, right, right. Force of habit. Go ahead, I won’t interrupt this time." Ye Cheng blinked, putting on a serious face.
The girl gave a soft hmph and continued her story.
"I grew up without parents, raised by relatives. Because of my poor health…"
After a while, her voice trailed off, her mood visibly sinking. Her shoulders trembled slightly, as if she were choking back sobs. Slowly, she leaned closer to Ye Cheng.
"Hey, bro—keep the snot off my clothes. That’s extra, okay?" Ye Cheng deadpanned, already calculating the cost.
Lin Baizhi: "???"
In the blink of an eye, her face flushed red. Silently, she pulled out her phone, transferred another 10,000 yuan to Ye Cheng, then wiped her tears and snot on his sleeve.
Ye Cheng: "…"
"Bruh, you—"
Beep!
"Green Bubble payment received: 10,000 yuan!"
Ye Cheng's eyes instantly cleared, the previously "ugly" expression vanishing as it transformed into one of "considerate" concern.
"Hey man, if you want to cry, just cry. Don’t hold it in—letting it out will make you feel better..."
"Wuwuwu..." Lin Baizhi leaned against Ye Cheng's shoulder, sniffling softly in sorrow. But as she wept... the tears gradually dried up. Big Brother smells so good~
In a place Ye Cheng couldn’t see, the girl nestled in his arms—her lips curled faintly upward, forming a subtle, imperceptible smirk.
The clothes... would be hers too.
Big Brother’s clothes~
Big Brother’s scent~
So obsessed~~~
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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.”
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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."
