"Oh~~~"
"Alright, bro, I think I get what you're saying. You mean you were abandoned by your parents as a kid, lived with relatives, had a rough time, and then your parents had a change of heart and took you back. They’re loaded, but you’re miserable—is that the gist of it?"
Classic long-winded opener. After saying it, it felt like his soul had ascended.
It was like strolling through the forests of Norway, taking a deep breath, and feeling the wrinkles on his brain gently smoothed out, leaving it as slick as a koala’s—so smooth a fly would slip right off.
Ye Cheng couldn’t help but laugh.
What the hell kind of nonsense is this?
Is the gap between people really this huge?
Lin Baizhi’s words reminded Ye Cheng of some reality show survey he’d seen before—something about how the poor are living it up while the rich suffer, or how rich kids are the real victims, with depression rates highest among second-generation wealth.
Oh, for crying out loud!
Is this even human talk? It’s not like I don’t have depression—I just can’t afford a therapist! My blood pressure’s already high, and seeing the consultation fees makes it spike even more. What’s the point of living? Might as well jump off a bridge!
These spoiled rich girls really have nothing better to do than whine about non-existent problems.
A couple days hauling crates at a shady labor agency would straighten her right out—guaranteed cure. All that sadness? Gone by the end of the shift. All she’d want is a shower and a good night’s sleep.
"Mhm, sniff…" Lin Baizhi’s eyes were red, her voice choked up, looking utterly pitiful.
Ye Cheng took a deep drag of his "Rich Girl Ice Cream"-flavored cigarette, furrowing his brows in thought.
"So you’re saying you can’t even handle pirated games?"
Lin Baizhi blinked, not quite understanding what Ye Cheng meant by "pirated," and just stared at him, quietly inhaling his scent.
It smelled like him—so nice. But… this cigarette? Something’s off. It smells like a woman’s perfume?
A woman’s intuition is scarily accurate, like Ye Cheng’s passive skills "Killer Intent Detection" and "Tears of the Poor"—both unnervingly on point.
Though she’d never interacted much with rich girls, something about the cigarette’s scent rubbed Lin Baizhi the wrong way.
She had poor health and hated smoke, hated smokers—unless that smoker was Ye Cheng.
Instinctively, all she felt was heartache.
Smoking was just a way to cope, a temporary escape from life’s troubles. Ye Cheng had been alone all these years—of course he’d struggle. So what if he smoked?
What Lin Baizhi didn’t know was that Ye Cheng smoked purely out of boredom. Plus, the "cigarettes" his cheat system gave him were harmless—might as well enjoy them.
As for why it was "Rich Girl Ice Cream" flavor? Don’t ask.
Ye Cheng had originally gone for his usual "Iced Tea" flavor, but Lin Baizhi suddenly popping up behind him startled him, and somehow, the flavor switched.
What are the odds?
He took a puff, found it weird, then took another… and another… and another…
The rich scent of leather mixed with the girl’s natural perfume—instantly conjuring images of some haughty young mistress looking down on him, calling him an idiot.
One puff of this? Pure bliss.
"Alright, bro, if you really can’t handle it, just transfer the account to me. I’ve been broke my whole life—stable poverty, you know? I’d love to experience the rich kid life. Let me shoulder your pain!"
Ye Cheng put on his most "loyal and righteous" face.
Lin Baizhi blinked. "Don’t you want me to buy life insurance first, with you as the beneficiary?"
"Nah nah nah, insurance is peanuts these days. Dying’s only worth like a million tops—better to sell the parts separately. Just gimme the account, way faster… Though, damn, you’re a genius for thinking of that." Ye Cheng’s eyes shone with approval, like he was saying, "You’re learning, kid."
Lin Baizhi felt inexplicably disappointed. She’d hoped her words might trigger some memory in Ye Cheng, but… no luck?
"My birthday’s coming up. Can you give me a present?"
After a pause, Lin Baizhi suddenly changed the subject, staring at Ye Cheng with pleading eyes, her voice tinged with desperation.
"I don’t have anything valuable on me. How about I just say ‘Happy Birthday’ as your gift?" Ye Cheng tried bargaining.
Lin Baizhi: "…"
Her face visibly puffed up with anger—clearly not an acceptable solution.
"No. I want a real gift. Boys can’t be this stingy, or no girl will like you!" Her gaze turned accusing.
"Why would I want girls to like me?" Ye Cheng blinked, answering with "innocent" confusion.
Lin Baizhi: "???"
For the first time in days, genuine horror flashed in her eyes. Ye Cheng’s reply might as well have been, "I’m not into women." Terrifying!
Lin Baizhi started regretting not neutering Da Huang when she had the chance. If only she’d taken precautions, then big brother would…
Da Huang never imagined his dog life would include such an undeserved crisis, suddenly targeted by an overly possessive yandere.
Da Huang: Miss, I’m a dog. A male dog. Isn’t your concern a bit excessive?
Luckily, she snapped out of it quickly, reassured that Ye Cheng’s orientation was fine—otherwise, he wouldn’t have said those things to Dongfang Zhixia in front of everyone at the start of term.
Big brother was normal. Just… with some unique tastes. Like that line, "I’m destined to be the Student Council President’s dog," which had left Lin Baizhi speechless.
So, he liked strong, arrogant, self-centered women? If that’s the case… she could be that too!!!
She had even started imagining some rather indecent scenes in her mind. Just the thought alone made Lin Baizhi want to turn off the lights, grab her phone, retreat to her bedroom, pull the covers over her head, put on her headphones, and then…
"Alright, it’s getting late. Happy times fly by fast, and now it’s time to say goodbye! See you tomorrow, little friends in front of the screen!"
Ye Cheng casually recited the classic sign-off line of a children's TV host, completely ignoring Lin Baizhi’s strange look from the side. As soon as he finished, he prepared to make a quick escape.
And then… he was promptly caught by Lin Baizhi.
"Wuwuwu, boys can’t be this stingy! You can’t leave, wuwuwu…" Seeing her almost-captured "big brother" about to slip away, Lin Baizhi couldn’t care less anymore and immediately started whining tearfully.
"Little girl, emotional blackmail only works if your big brother here has a conscience. Do I look like someone with a conscience to you?" Ye Cheng sneered, his "villainous" expression completely unapologetic as he was about to pull off the ultimate "Sigma male" move—unswayed by a woman’s tricks.
"Ten thousand yuan!"
……
A few minutes later, Ye Cheng was walking shirtless toward the chairman’s villa.
The cold wind blew past, rustling the two leaves plastered over his chest: "Ten grand for this? A school uniform only costs five thousand—round it up, and that’s a 100% profit margin. With business acumen like this, who else but me?"
Not a shred of shame or regret for selling his own clothes—only pure pride and admiration for his own genius-level business instincts!
He really was a prodigy!!!
And so, Ye Cheng strolled cheerfully in the opposite direction—away from the chairman and her assistant’s villa—with nothing but two roadside leaves covering his upper body.
Meanwhile…
In the car on her way back to the company, Lin Baizhi had already eagerly pulled out her phone… What would happen after locking herself in her office? So hard to guess~
"Big bro~"
……
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?!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
