Miss Tang's Pig-Butchering Combo: A Greeting from the Gold-Dropping Cash Cow Who Framed the Innocent

"Old pervert, where are your hands grabbing!!!"

"Is that even yours to grab!!!"

"Smack!"

"Oww... that hurts, wuwuwu... aowoo..."

Ye Cheng: "..."

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The saying "a gentleman uses his words, not his hands" proved correct. Ye Cheng was no gentleman and used his hands. Tang Yuyao was a 'gentleman' who used her mouth—though in the verbal sense, more the verb kind.

After being smacked by Ye Cheng, Tang Yuyao's spoiled young lady temper and personality flared up instantly. Naturally, she couldn't just take the loss, but feeling weak and limp all over, she could only retaliate in a different way.

Hmm... perfect, she had good teeth.

An extremely dramatic scene unfolded in the bathroom. Steam filled the air. What should have been a swaying, beautifully blurred silhouette full of imagination turned into a live-action cat-and-mouse meme.

One silhouette clung desperately to another—no, more accurately, chomped desperately onto another. The person being chomped began to showcase their vocal range.

How does that saying go? "I possess the highest high notes in the world"... Three days and three nights, past midnight (super confident high note)!!!

Not sure about anything else, but Ye Cheng's high notes at that moment definitely surpassed that "three days and three nights," approaching the world's highest peak.

Splash, splash...

Sounds of water sloshing and hitting the bathroom tiles kept coming from inside.

Ye Cheng had originally planned to just rinse off quickly, finish in a few moves, and toss Tang Yuyao back to bed. But... Tang Yuyao was uncooperative, clinging to Ye Cheng, calling him "hubby" with every other breath, kissing and groping him.

Clearly a side effect of watching too many romantic soap operas and idol dramas, leading to some weird fantasies.

When sober, she could barely control herself. Now, drunk out of her mind, she was letting loose—no, more like revealing her true nature.

How outrageous was it?

Let's put it this way: the combined "benefits" bestowed upon Ye Cheng by the Young Lady and the Council President couldn't compare to what Tang Yuyao had generously offered in these few minutes.

Boss is generous!!!

Though who knows if Tang Yuyao would want to live after waking up... Anyway, Tang Yuyao was quite happy now. No matter how Ye Cheng scolded her, she just giggled happily, absolutely delighted, puckering her lips for smacking kisses.

"Old pervert, slobbering all over my face!"

Ye Cheng spat and looked disgusted, then... continued administering the "hog-tying package" to Tang Yuyao.

What's the hog-tying package?

As everyone knows, hog-tying involves several steps and requires the following tools:

A group of people to catch the hog, a battle-hardened hog-tying knife, boiling water, a chopping block, and a blond guy... blonds are reliable for holding down hogs, reputation guaranteed.

Quite a list. Now, Ye Cheng had gathered all the essential elements for the hog-tying package. The hog... oh no, a certain drunk-and-unconscious slacker doctor; the chopping block was the bathtub; the boiling water was the bathwater; the blond guy was himself...

Hold down the hog!!!

Half an hour later.

Bedroom, king-sized bed.

Tang Yuyao was wrapped up like a giant silkworm cocoon, bundled in a white duvet, secured with several leather belts.

A fancy hotel, perhaps with some strange, peculiar tastes, had quite a few odd little accessories. Tang Yuyao kept struggling, and Ye Cheng had just spent considerable effort finally subduing her.

Although he had wrapped Tang Yuyao up like a zongzi (sticky rice dumpling), she could still break free if she thrashed around. Ye Cheng had no choice but to carry the bundled-up Tang Yuyao around the room, searching for rope to tie her down properly.

Did he find any?

Well... he did, but the rope wasn't very decent, and... it didn't look very sturdy either. Reluctantly, Ye Cheng had to give up and shifted his gaze to the leather belts nearby.

These belts... didn't seem like very proper items either, but they at least looked sturdier than the thread-like ropes. Belts it is, then.

As the saying goes, the value of an object isn't in the object itself, but in how the user employs it. Like new energy—it can be a major driving force for electric vehicle development, or it can be used for...

Anyway, the objects are proper objects; it's the human mind that's dirty, seeing dirt in everything. Ye Cheng looked at the belts before him, cast a mental "Purify" spell on himself, silently recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra many times... well, great... utterly useless!

It proves that prejudice in people's minds is a mountain—or perhaps a Chengdu...

Screw overthinking it, tie her up!

Ye Cheng swiftly tied Tang Yuyao up. Not only could she not break free by struggling, it's no exaggeration to say even if she turned into a zombie right now, she couldn't break loose in a short time.

"Let... let me go... you... bastard... wu..."

Even in her drunken stupor, Tang Yuyao didn't forget to verbally attack Ye Cheng. Her body, wrapped like a zongzi, wriggled, trying to twist towards Ye Cheng as if to bite him to death.

Now it was Ye Cheng's home turf.

Quietly, Ye Cheng pulled a cigarette from his underpants.

Yep, still the old friend, the ever-changing cigarette. Reach into any place unseen by eyes, and you can pull one out. Don't ask where, just smoke it.

Ye Cheng held the cigarette in his mouth, rummaged around the room, found a lighter, pressed it... Click!

A modest flame appeared before Ye Cheng. The firelight shone on his somewhat cool skin, offering a long-missed hint of warmth.

Not easy. Ye Cheng looked up at the clock on the wall. Over half an hour to get this done. As for the sofa "contaminated" by Tang Yuyao, Ye Cheng had already pushed it onto the balcony.

Poor sofa, so young yet encountered a certain unscrupulous doctor. Reincarnate into a better factory in your next life, don't come back to be a sofa in a five-star hotel. Look what you've been put through...

Ye Cheng, cigarette in mouth, looked somewhat melancholy. He had thought about going back to the bathroom to wash up again, but after consideration... forget it.

He'd been wrestling with the hog for ages, got kicked who knows how many times, and bitten too, sigh... drenched in more hog-washing water than the bathwater he usually used for showers.

Ah, just consider it a bath.

Ye Cheng took a deep drag of his ever-flavored cigarette. Hmm... tasted a bit strange, like...

Luckily, Ye Cheng was used to it. Whatever he thought of, the cigarette in his mouth would take on that flavor. Then, Ye Cheng began to reminisce about the beautiful journey of the day.

Hmm... beautiful my foot. First, escorting the Young Lady home, then playing dog for the Council President, and now getting puked on...

Damn!!!

Ye Cheng grumbled curses, cigarette in mouth, heading towards the bathroom. His phone was still in there.

"Phone, phone, my phone, I... huh?"

Ye Cheng picked up his phone and glanced at it. It was still his lock screen, correct. But... it seemed someone had sent messages? Quite a few, by the looks of it.

More than a dozen unread messages... Wait, hold on, it doesn't seem like unread messages, it's... pending transfer requests?

Huh???

A big question mark popped up over Ye Cheng's head. He turned off the auto-clicker app on his phone, swiped his finger down from the top... and finally found the last message sent by the head maid.

A transfer worth 20,000.

Ye Cheng: "???"

Ye Cheng seemed to think of something and suddenly slapped himself.

"Smack!"

"Ouch... I'm not dreaming?"

Ye Cheng was utterly shocked. He thought he was still scrubbing Tang Yuyao's back in the bath, then got accidentally kicked unconscious by a fidgeting Tang Yuyao and was now lying dead in the bathroom.

The transfer in front of him was just a hallucination from being kicked into oblivion while being the designated "pig" for scrubbing. Otherwise, why would he see a stranger transferring him money for no reason?

Is this reasonable? Is there no law? Is there no... wait a minute!

This scene, for some reason, reminded Ye Cheng of someone. Oh no... it should be a certain arrogant female gremlin, who also had a habit of transferring money at the drop of a hat, using exactly the same method.

So... is this person selling discounted iced tea the same female gremlin from before?

Ye Cheng narrowed his eyes and continued scrolling up. Sure enough, just as expected, there were more large transfers above.

Alright, confirmed. No need to doubt it. It's definitely that inherently evil female gremlin!

Tap the profile picture, find the option, click, delete!

The action was done in one smooth, seamless motion.

In Ye Cheng's eyes, Xia Tongxin was the absolute reincarnation of a demon pill. Oh no, not even that kind—she wasn't that benevolent. Ye Cheng himself was already somewhat non-human, but Xia Tongxin managed to make Ye Cheng seem "normal" by comparison. You can imagine just how outrageously defiant she was.

Ye Cheng did want to eat the government's rice, but not this kind.

Turning off his phone, Ye Cheng prepared to rest.

Buzz! Buzz!

"Goddammit, here we go again!" Ye Cheng raised an eyebrow, ready to show the little gremlin's accomplice on the other end what China's got in hip-hop, the hope of Chinese rap... I wanna be a rapper!!!

He opened his phone, ready to unleash some output, to deliver a friendly and polite greeting known as "Where's Your Mama?" However... this time, the message wasn't from the head maid's side; it was from Lin Baizhi.

A little red notification dot appeared next to the profile picture of the "Lin Daiyu" who could uproot a willow tree.

Message notification.

Scam Target & Gold Coin ATM Missy: "Classmate, are you asleep?"