The scene rewinds to half an hour earlier.
In Tang Yuyao's apartment.
Ye Cheng had just stepped out of the shower when a pillow hurled by Tang Yuyao smacked him square in the face. He could almost hear the cartoonish sound effect—something like "kaboom"—playing in his head.
"What the hell, Tang… Doctor?" Ye Cheng stared at her, exasperated, but immediately regretted his words when he realized Tang Yuyao seemed to be having another one of her "episodes."
Tang Yuyao was practically steaming with rage, her chest heaving, arms flailing like she was ready to tear someone apart. Anyone who didn’t know better would think she was about to devour him whole.
Ye Cheng: "…"
Seriously?
Gulp.
He swallowed hard and took two cautious steps back. "Come on, Doc, it’s not that big a deal. So I used a little extra of your shower gel—I’ll swipe some from the young mistress’s place and replace it in a couple days. No need to—whoa!"
Ye Cheng was still muttering to himself, towel-drying his hair, when his voice abruptly cut off in alarm.
Tang Yuyao stormed over, snatched the pillow off the floor, and whacked him on the head with a solid thud. Without a word, she then marched back to the couch, hugging the pillow as she resumed her drama.
Ye Cheng: "…"
So… what exactly had he done wrong?
He was utterly baffled. Tang Yuyao’s behavior was even more inexplicable than the young mistress’s. At least the young mistress gave some kind of warning before blowing up. Tang Yuyao just went straight to violence—no buildup, no explanation. Who could handle that?
Fortunately, Ye Cheng was thick-skinned. After enduring frequent "special weapon" attacks from the young mistress, his resistance was maxed out. Compared to her, Tang Yuyao’s pillow assault was nothing—barely a tickle.
To put it bluntly, whenever Ye Cheng saw the young mistress holding a carrot, he’d break into a cold sweat, half-convinced it was about to come crashing down on his skull.
Blinking, Ye Cheng glanced at Tang Yuyao, who showed no intention of engaging further. He shifted his gaze and wandered around the room until his eyes landed on his phone, sitting on the coffee table.
Wait… had it been moved?
Ye Cheng’s photographic memory wasn’t just for memorizing things—it was practically human Xerox. He remembered the exact state of the room before his shower. Even a single strand of hair out of place would’ve caught his attention.
Technically, he should’ve been morally outraged at the idea of Tang Yuyao snooping through his phone. But right now, morality seemed to be entirely on her side.
Ah, such was the life of living under someone else’s roof—weak, helpless, stripped of basic human rights. Damn it, when would he finally rise up? When would he be free to raid Tang Yuyao’s fridge for her ham, instant noodles, iced tea, cakes, honeydew melon…
Okay, fine. Human rights weren’t really his concern. He just wanted an excuse to eat her food.
Whatever. Let her look. All the truly incriminating stuff was safely hidden in password-protected albums—like those pictures of the young mistress when he’d fed her medicine. Those were strictly for… well, private viewing.
Ahem. Just kidding. The real reason was to avoid getting beaten to death if the young mistress ever stumbled upon those embarrassing shots.
Because, aside from the young mistress’s "compromising" photos, Ye Cheng’s hidden albums also contained pictures of the student council president…
If that ever got out, he’d be strung up and whipped.
At most, Tang Yuyao would’ve only seen a bunch of iced tea and snack pics, along with photos of the family dog. Unless… wait, was that why she was so pissed? Had she expected something juicier and been disappointed?
The thought struck him like a bolt of lightning. He stole a glance at Tang Yuyao sulking on the couch.
…Yep. That had to be it.
Ye Cheng: "…"
Girl, you’re something else. Getting mad at yourself over nothing.
Shaking his head, Ye Cheng grabbed his phone and prepared to plop down beside her, "accidentally" revealing one of his hidden albums to satisfy her curiosity and snap her out of this mood.
"Huh? What’s this…?"
He glanced at his screen and noticed new notifications—not the usual idiotic, aggressive messages from randoms lured in by his bait-y social media posts.
Let’s see… a few friend requests, and then a message from the young mistress. Wait, what?
The young mistress?
Ye Cheng’s eyes widened in disbelief. The young mistress had actually initiated a conversation? Had the sun risen in the west today?
This was huge. A breakthrough. Let’s see what she sent…
"Idiot…"
Ye Cheng: "…"
His grin froze. One second, joy. The next, despair. Fuming, he did the only thing he could—he took it out on someone else. He opened his contacts and mercilessly rejected a friend request from "ChaoticLoli."
Whew.
That restored some balance.
He couldn’t exactly vent his frustration on the young mistress—unless he wanted to be chopped into mincemeat or turned into a meme. But he also couldn’t just swallow the insult, or he’d be tossing and turning all night. So… sorry, little troublemaker. You’re the sacrificial lamb today.
Xia Tongxin, completely innocent, had no idea her long-awaited "Uncle Bull" duo gaming plans had just been obliterated before they even began. Woe is her.
Following the principle that you don’t hit someone who’s smiling, Ye Cheng snapped a quick selfie.
Click!
One shot.
After a quick check to ensure no flaws, he sent it straight to the young mistress—raw, unedited, fresh out of the shower. The most pristine, natural, and… edible state.
Too bad it was probably too late. After waiting forever, the message remained unread. She must’ve fallen asleep.
Ye Cheng sighed, disappointed.
If the young mistress had seen that flawless, all-natural photo, she would’ve sent a "?" followed by calling him an idiot, and then absolutely destroying him—
What a waste.
Eh.
He decided to kill time with short videos before bed. Tomorrow, he had to deliver roses to the student council president. Oversleeping would earn him a hanging.
Completely oblivious, Ye Cheng failed to notice Tang Yuyao’s worsening mood on the couch.
From the moment he picked up his phone, she’d been side-eyeing his every move. The more he smiled at his screen, the more her irritation boiled over. She couldn’t explain it—she just felt pissed. Unreasonably, unbearably pissed.
Tang Yuyao vaguely guessed that Ye Cheng must be chatting with the young mistress. When he talked to her before, he never seemed this happy.
Subconsciously, Tang Yuyao compared herself to the young mistress, and then… Tang Yuyao's anger +1.
There was no helping it. Apart from having some personality flaws, the young mistress was perfect in every other way—utterly flawless. The comparison only led to self-inflicted humiliation.
Though Tang Yuyao and the young mistress weren’t even in the same age group, making any comparison pointless… Your logic makes sense, but Tang Yuyao's anger +1 anyway!
Click!
That was the sound of Ye Cheng taking a selfie to send to the young mistress. It was also the moment Tang Yuyao's rage meter maxed out. She no longer cared to analyze why she was so angry—she was just furious and needed to vent, needed to… beat the living daylights out of that little brat!!!
In a flash, Tang Yuyao stood up from the couch, clutching a pillow, and stormed over to Ye Cheng with murderous intent.
Ye Cheng, still grinning like an idiot while teasing the young mistress, suddenly noticed a shadow looming over him—thankfully, not a cylindrical one…
He looked up, blinking his big, doll-like eyes, meeting Tang Yuyao’s eerily calm, dead-fish stare.
"Uh… Dr. Tang, you’re not about to hit me, are you?"
"Of course not," Tang Yuyao replied, her voice eerily composed.
Ye Cheng sighed in relief. Good, she wasn’t.
"I just want to put you to sleep for a while," Tang Yuyao added with a cold smirk.
Thud!
Ye Cheng: "…"
"That’s too much! I didn’t even do anything!" This time, Ye Cheng finally mustered some backbone, standing his ground and demanding justice!!!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Ye Cheng: "…"
"I can forgive your impulsive actions, but you can’t keep hitting me!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!!!
"Fine, you can hit me, but go easy, okay?"
Thud! Thud! Thud!!!
"Mommy, I’m sorry! Stop hitting me, wuwuwu…"
Ye Cheng’s defiance lasted all of one second. The consequence of testing her limits? Lowering his own limits. He finally realized—Tang Yuyao seemed to have swallowed a barrel of gunpowder today. Her eyes burned with nothing but pure, unadulterated bloodlust.
Kill him. Or kill him. Or kill him…
For some inexplicable reason, Ye Cheng ended up getting beaten senseless. Finally, Tang Yuyao, panting heavily, plopped down on top of him like he was a chair—not because she was done, but because she was hungry.
The downside of only eating two apples today became apparent. She hadn’t eaten much to begin with, and what little energy she had was now spent on Ye Cheng. But… it was worth it. She felt great!
Ye Cheng, thoroughly subdued, didn’t even resist. He grabbed two pillows, arranged them into a stable triangle on the floor, and buried his head in them, happily scrolling through brain-dead short videos.
Noticing Tang Yuyao had stopped, Ye Cheng finally perked up.
"Huh? Are we done?" He blinked, put away his phone, and got up to make instant noodles. He hadn’t eaten dinner after a long day, so it was time for a meal.
"Mommy, can I have these two tomato beef-flavored noodles? And this sausage, and this marinated egg, and… is that okay?"
While talking, he’d already fetched a big bowl and chopsticks from the kitchen, blinking his big, innocent eyes at Tang Yuyao.
Tang Yuyao: "…"
A few minutes later.
In the underground garage, a white Mercedes pulled out.
Ye Cheng sat in the passenger seat, gripping the armrests tightly, his heart pounding so hard it might leap out of his chest. His eyes screamed pure terror.
Gulp.
He swallowed hard.
"Uh… Dr. Tang, isn’t driving 100 km/h in the city illegal? Maybe we could, y’know, round it down to like… 10 km/h?"
"Too fast? This is my usual speed," Tang Yuyao said, raising an eyebrow.
"You usually drive 100 km/h in the city?!" Ye Cheng’s face twisted in horror.
"Is that a problem?" Tang Yuyao glanced at him, slightly puzzled.
Ye Cheng: "…"
"Um… Mommy, I think I’m not hungry anymore. I wanna go home and sleep…" He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Ugh, fine, you useless thing. Can’t even handle a little speed. I’ll slow down, okay? Seriously." Tang Yuyao rolled her eyes and lifted her foot to brake—but accidentally hit the gas instead.
VROOM!!!
Instant acceleration, rocketing past 200 km/h!!!
Ye Cheng: "???"
"YAMEROOOOO!!!"
The white Mercedes tore down the road at breakneck speed, becoming a blur as it shot toward a certain part of the city. The car even seemed to have "acceleration sound effects"—each burst of speed accompanied by a cry.
Something like… YAMEROOOOO?
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
