Two Succubi Fighting, the Cocky Bratty Girl, Picking Up the Tab for Everyone

As expected, it seemed unlikely they’d be heading back today.

According to Ye Cheng, the two of them could always call a designated driver if needed. And if Tang Yuyao was willing to trust him, he could even give driving a try himself.

“You can drive? Gulp, gulp, gulp…”

Tang Yuyao raised an eyebrow, eyeing Ye Cheng with a mix of suspicion and amusement before chugging another mouthful of beer. Ah, refreshing!

She hadn’t expected someone as young as Ye Cheng to already have a driver’s license. Back when she was learning, it had taken her ages—wrecking over a dozen cars and spending a grueling two and a half years before finally passing the test.

In a way, Tang Yuyao was a certified road hazard with zero natural talent for driving. Seriously, who needed two and a half years just to learn how to drive? With that kind of time, she might as well have trained to be an idol trainee—pick up some extra skills, like singing, dancing, or rapping…

But Tang Yuyao was stubborn. The kind of stubborn that refused to accept defeat. The more people said she had no talent, the harder she pushed to prove them wrong.

“Driving? It’s not that hard. Just a few buttons and gears,” Ye Cheng said with an innocent blink. Tang Yuyao took another swig of beer, her irritation flaring.

Not that hard? She’d struggled for years to get it right, and here he was, calling it easy? Was he implying she was dumb?

Tang Yuyao clenched her fists, grinding her teeth. “It’s not that simple. You just got lucky, that’s all. There’s way more to it than you think.”

Ye Cheng didn’t argue. Instead, he silently pulled out his phone and searched for fastest time to get a driver’s license.

And not just searched—he played the results out loud. At maximum volume.

“Learn! Learn C1—remember, Bruce always goes for C1. Wait, don’t tell me some people actually go for C2? Limited-time summer offer! Super discounts! Fast-track in just 25 days! Exploit the system and get it done in as little as 7! For details, please…”

Ye Cheng blinked again, turning to Tang Yuyao. “Dr. Tang, how long did it take you to get your license? 25 days? Oh, and you went for C1, right?”

Tang Yuyao: “……”

Every word from Ye Cheng felt like a knife twisting in her heart. Lies never hurt—truth was the real blade. She’d spent two and a half years scraping by to get her license… and it was a C2. His casual Bruce always goes for C1 shattered her defenses completely.

Silently, Tang Yuyao set down her beer and skewers. She stood up, walked behind Ye Cheng, and then—

I’m gonna bite your head off!!!

With a furious growl, she chomped down on Ye Cheng’s skull, her eyes practically spewing flames. Total meltdown—

“AAAAAH!!!” Ye Cheng screamed.

Tang Yuyao clung to him like a bloodsucking leech, refusing to let go, her eyes burning with battle lust. Fight! So satisfying!!!

The commotion between Ye Cheng and Tang Yuyao stole the spotlight from Xia Tongxin’s grand entrance. The crowd that had been gawking at her spectacle now turned their attention to the far more entertaining scene unfolding by the riverside.

After all, Xia Tongxin’s entourage was just a sea of bodyguards and maids—impressive, but not exactly thrilling. Meanwhile, over here…

Two succubi going at it!!!

Tang Yuyao’s side of things was slightly less chaotic—onlookers only dared to sneak glances, afraid of getting dragged into trouble. But Ye Cheng?

Every woman—no, scratch that, everyone—within a ten-meter radius froze the moment they saw him, eyes bulging.

They stared in disbelief, as if some A-list celebrity had decided to take a midnight stroll.

His presence was overpowering. With his current charm stats and looks, the word authority might as well have been stamped on his forehead. Forget flowery descriptions—just two words summed it up: utterly insane.

Or, if you preferred, succubus.

His base stats were already at an 8, but with his sculpted muscles pushing it to a 9, he was practically on par with the Student Council President and the Young Miss.

At this level, anyone in his age range—regardless of gender—would instinctively feel drawn to him at first sight. That was the terror of a 9 in Charm.

A monstrous 8.999…-level powerhouse, further boosted by that damn cheat-like system bonus, pushing him to an absurd 9.99…

The unreachable truth of 10.

Still too abstract? Here’s the gist: if Ye Cheng sat alone at a restaurant, within five minutes, some kind-hearted older sister would swoop in to pay his bill… and then suggest a deeper conversation.

Free meals just for existing. How insane is that?

Even Tang Yuyao’s charm was terrifying—same tier as the Young Miss and the President. But thanks to her chronic laziness, it had dipped slightly, hovering around the 8-point range.

Now, faced with Ye Cheng’s peak performance, her radiance was overshadowed. The crowd’s attention naturally shifted to him, as if she’d become invisible.

“That guy is so hot… I need to talk to him~”

“Talk? Please, we all know what you really want. Unlike some of us, I just want to pamper gege~”

“Ugh, why am I even feeling this way when I have a boyfriend?!”

“Having a boyfriend makes it better, no?”

“???”

The chatter around them took a bizarre turn, spiraling into strange territory. The crowd split—one massive group still ogling Xia Tongxin’s spectacle, and another, steadily growing faction fixated on Ye Cheng and Tang Yuyao.

Like magnets, they drew the gawkers in…

While Ye Cheng and Tang Yuyao brawled in their street-side octagon, Xia Tongxin had already stepped inside the restaurant.

The eatery was located along the Bund, with tables sprawled outside. Ye Cheng and Tang Yuyao were seated at one of these outdoor spots—though the indoor seating was naturally more comfortable.

It was midsummer. Indoors had AC; outdoors did not. Xia Tongxin, being the delicate young miss she was, couldn’t possibly endure such hardship. Her entourage would never allow it—that’d be a failure on their part!

Standing at the entrance, Xia Tongxin—petite and poised—planted her hands on her hips. The gust of air-conditioned wind from inside mixed with the aroma of lamb chops, skewers, and beer…

Taking a deep breath, Xia Tongxin's eyes suddenly lit up. She planted her hands on her hips, her face brimming with arrogance, her little fangs peeking through as she grinned.

"Hahaha! This young lady is gonna feast like there's no tomorrow!!!"

Her cocky laughter, her overbearing stance, and that utterly lethal loli voice—she was the epitome of a bratty little girl. By all logic, some "righteous soul" should have stepped up by now to teach this rude, insolent little brat a lesson.

But... well, ideals are abundant, but reality is often stark. The moment the would-be hero slammed the table and tried to stand, his gaze landed on the lineup of 1.9-meter-tall bodyguards outside. Instantly, his expression cleared, and he sat back down, burying himself in his food. "Mm, these skewers are really... skewery..."

TV dramas are full of lies—what kind of naive and pure young miss goes out without bodyguards these days?

Raising a kid isn’t easy. What if she gets tricked and whisked away?

Of course, you’d need people keeping an eye on her. Otherwise, some random stranger could lure her off with a lollipop, and she’d have nowhere to cry about it later. Especially someone like Xia Tongxin, the ultimate brat. If you let her run loose, she’d vanish the second you took your eyes off her.

"Alright, you can all leave now! This young lady is about to dig in!" Xia Tongxin waved her hand grandly, her lethal loli voice echoing through the 100-square-meter restaurant.

The crowd: "..."

What a insolent little brat!

Normally, a place this crowded would be too noisy for echoes, but the moment Xia Tongxin marched in with her entourage of maids and bodyguards, the entire restaurant—packed with over a hundred people—fell dead silent. Everyone just stared, wide-eyed, as she delivered her classic bratty declaration.

With no one speaking, of course there’d be an echo.

As soon as Xia Tongxin finished, her maids sprang into action. The head maid immediately headed to the kitchen to negotiate with the owner.

The scene was bizarrely surreal. Each maid approached a table, exchanged a few quiet words with the diners, and—like clockwork—their scowls melted away, replaced by delighted smiles as they hurried out.

For those who didn’t get it, here’s the simple version: negotiate, communicate, pay up, scan the QR code, leave.

Every table was compensated for their meal—plus an extra 10,000 yuan for "emotional damages."

Every. Single. Table.

With roughly a hundred people, averaging two or three per table, that came out to over 300,000 yuan. Add in the scattered bills for the meals themselves, and it rounded up to 400,000 yuan. Just like that, 400,000 vanished in the blink of an eye!

And she didn’t even bat an eyelash!

To Xia Tongxin, that amount was less than a minute’s worth of interest...

BANG!

"10,000 yuan? Who the hell do you think you’re looking down on? You think I need your pocket change?" A middle-aged man slammed his beer bottle onto the table, his words slurred with alcohol. His unkempt beard gave him a disheveled, defeated look—the textbook image of a corporate drone laid off from a major company, drowning his sorrows in booze.

And then, out of nowhere, this brat waltzed in, and all the frustration he’d bottled up finally exploded.

For once, he’d stand his ground! 10,000 yuan was just half a month’s salary—he could live without it. What mattered was that surge of defiance, that fleeting glimpse of his younger, bolder self...

"20,000," the maid said calmly, her smile unwavering.

"20,000? You think—"

"30,000."

"Don’t you dare—"

"40,000."

"Listen here, not everything can be solved with money! I’m pissed right now, and you—"

"50,000. Final offer. If you refuse, sir, we’ll have to... escort you out." The maid’s smile didn’t falter. Other methods... The man glanced at the wall of bodyguards behind her. No words were needed—he understood.

"Madam, your sincerity has moved me. I apologize for my earlier... impulsive words." The scruffy man instantly straightened up, his drunkenness miraculously gone.

A wise man knows when to yield!

Truth be told, he’d already caved at 30,000. But seeing how freely they were throwing money around, he’d tried to squeeze out a bit more. 50,000 was good enough—push further, and he might walk away with nothing.

With that settled, the man took the money and left. Soon, the restaurant was fully "cleared out," and under the maids’ swift cleaning, the place was spotless again.

Xia Tongxin waved her tiny hand with grand flair. "Today, everything’s on me!"

The news spread outside in seconds, followed by a collective gasp from the crowd... This girl... is terrifying!!!

Xia Tongxin smirked, thoroughly pleased with herself. She plopped down at a prime spot, swinging her legs (since she was so small, her feet didn’t reach the ground). She pulled out her phone, ready to spam Ye Cheng with more "apology" messages—though to him, they were nothing but harassment.

Pressing the voice message button, she cooed in her signature lethal loli voice:

"Grandpa Cow, whatcha doin’? I’m really sorry about before... Can you forgive me pleaaase?" Every word dripped with sugary innocence—another 60-second dose of "demon whispers."

"Huh?"

Mid-spam, Xia Tongxin noticed a notification pop up on WeChat’s friend status bar.

She froze, her delicate face lighting up with excitement. Her pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed pink... Yes! He finally forgave her!!!

She tapped open WeChat.

Plop!

A message popped up:

"The user has rejected your friend request."

Xia Tongxin: "..."

Her smile stiffened. The excitement drained away, but her face stayed red—no, even redder.

Critical overheating.

"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

"Waaahhh!!! Whhyyyy?! Waaahhhh!!!"