Upstairs.
Dazed and confused, the Little Secretary gradually regained consciousness. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly as her sparkling eyes blinked open, only to find herself lying on the floor. She scratched her head in bewilderment.
"Huh? Why am I sleeping on the floor? Where’s Miss?"
She scrambled to her feet, dusting herself off while wondering where her young mistress had gone. Soon, she heard noises from downstairs—voices. One of them sounded like Miss… and another unfamiliar one. Had a guest arrived?
Her memory of seeing Ye Cheng before passing out had been wiped clean—a protective mechanism of her brain. Unlike the composed and resilient Miss Dongfang Zhixia, who could brush things off with just a blush, the Little Secretary’s mind had short-circuited, forcing a hard reboot to prevent a nosebleed catastrophe.
Quietly, she tiptoed downstairs, stopping at the staircase landing. Crouching in the blind spot, she peeked at the scene below.
And then—her adorable almond-shaped eyes widened in shock, completely mesmerized as she watched that scoundrel "harassing" her beloved Miss.
This time, having built up some resistance, she didn’t faint. Instead, she sprang up with righteous fury, shouting indignantly:
"You villain! Let go of Miss! If you want someone, take me instead!!!"
With the valor of a lone warrior holding off an army, she charged—only to trip and tumble head over heels down the stairs.
Ye Cheng: "…"
Dongfang Zhixia: "…"
Both were rendered speechless by the Little Secretary’s bizarre antics. Eventually, Ye Cheng snapped out of it first, releasing the young mistress’s delicate foot as he tentatively remarked:
"Miss President, it must’ve been a miracle for this kid to grow up, huh?"
Instinctively, Dongfang Zhixia nodded in agreement, as if finally meeting someone who understood: "Truly a miracle…"
Then, realizing something was off, her pupils shrank before she let out a shrill scream:
"Mengmeng!!!"
She kicked Ye Cheng in the process of standing up, then rushed toward the fallen Little Secretary at the foot of the stairs.
Ye Cheng: "…"
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First floor, sofa.
"Whew, thank goodness this kid’s got plenty of padding—no serious harm done." Ye Cheng expertly examined the Little Secretary, who was sprawled on the couch, using tools from a medical kit.
Dongfang Zhixia watched in bewilderment. Despite his reassurances, she couldn’t shake her concern. How could someone roll down an entire staircase without even a scratch?
The Little Secretary’s "useless fat" had played a crucial cushioning role. Applying Newton’s second law, trigonometric functions, quadratic equations—or whatever irrelevant calculations—it was clear she’d escaped unscathed.
Only then did Dongfang Zhixia relax. She had kept a close eye on Ye Cheng during the examination, ensuring he didn’t take any liberties with the Little Secretary.
To her surprise, he remained entirely professional, his techniques impressively skilled—reminding her of the dossier on Ye Cheng that listed his "multitude of mastered skills."
"Alright, Miss President. If you’re still worried, take her to the hospital tomorrow for a checkup. But really, she’s fine—just extra cushioned." Ye Cheng removed the stethoscope from his head and placed it back in the medical kit.
He wasn’t lying. The Little Secretary had no shortage of soft padding, and the fall hadn’t hurt her at all. If she hadn’t woken up yet, it was likely just from fright.
Dongfang Zhixia nodded, gently rubbing the Little Secretary’s hand.
"Such an idiot…" she murmured, her voice laced with affection.
Then, something else occurred to her. What had the Little Secretary shouted earlier?
"Take me instead"?
Dongfang Zhixia: "…"
She glanced between the unconscious Little Secretary and Ye Cheng, who was dressed like a walking gourd, and felt a sudden unease.
"You’d better not have any ideas about her, or else—"
"Hold on, Miss President. I’ll take criticism, but accusing me of having improper thoughts about a barely-sentient hamster? That’s crossing the line! A man can endure death, but not disgrace!" Ye Cheng declared righteously.
Dongfang Zhixia: "…"
She realized Ye Cheng saw the Little Secretary as nothing more than a dim-witted pet. And honestly… was she wrong? The girl was like a chubby, clueless hamster—always on schedule for meals and steadily gaining weight.
Dongfang Zhixia was left speechless. Crude as it was, the analogy wasn’t entirely off… just excessively blunt.
"Why are you here in the middle of the night?" she snapped, her tone icy with lingering displeasure from the day’s events.
"Miss President, don’t you remember? I’m your—"
SMACK!
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Once again, the familiar scene unfolded: Ye Cheng knelt obediently like a chastised child, while Dongfang Zhixia loomed over him, legs crossed imperiously.
"What on earth goes through that head of yours?"
Narrowing her eyes at the "flushed" Ye Cheng, she sighed in exasperation. There was no denying he was a genius—just an utterly deranged one.
Somehow, their conversation had derailed into rainbows, rainbows, and more rainbows…
Did she really seem like some kind of pervert with bizarre fetishes? How did they even get here?
"So, you’re suggesting I should %!~ (left unsaid for decency) and then…?" Dongfang Zhixia arched a brow.
"NoNoNo, Miss President! I’m saying you should do whatever makes you happy!" Ye Cheng corrected.
Dongfang Zhixia paused. "What does my happiness have to do with this? Are you implying that if I… that, I’d feel pleased?"
Ye Cheng blinked innocently. "Isn’t that the case?"
Dongfang Zhixia: "???"
"So, you’re saying I have those kinds of… preferences?" As she spoke, her mind involuntarily conjured an image of herself in leather, wielding a whip and—
Dongfang Zhixia: "…"
Her face burned crimson, trembling with rage.
"WHO TOLD YOU THAT?!" she hissed through gritted teeth, looking ready to murder him.
"You bastard, I DO NOT!!"
"Mmhm, I get it, I get it. You don’t!" Ye Cheng nodded vigorously, wearing an expression of utmost understanding.
Dongfang Zhixia: "…"
"Ahhh, shut up, you bastard! I don’t have that!!!"
Slap, slap, slap…
The president, her anger already at its peak, finally transformed into a werewolf-like state… no, wait—more accurately, into the very image she despised most, just like the kind of person Ye Cheng had accused her of being.
She leapt up from the couch and launched a fierce attack on Ye Cheng, who wore an infuriating "I know you" expression.
Strangely, Dongfang Zhixia found her mood lifting slightly, as if some idiot’s words had actually…
So… was she really that kind of person?
Dongfang Zhixia: “???”
Her heart skipped a beat. No way… Could she actually…?
Dongfang Zhixia froze, staring down at the bastard she’d just kicked to the ground. Her pupils trembled slightly before she gritted her teeth, her gaze hardening with resolve.
Absolutely not!!!
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."
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.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
