Hotel.
In room 777.
The room was somewhat noisy, with the faint sound of a woman cursing and grumbling. Her speech was intermittent, but extremely aggressive, a continuous output—she had the makings of a great contestant for Dragon Country's New Rap Show.
"Mmm... let me go... you bastard... damn it, I @#$%... &..."
Listen, what true rap! This is real music!
For the first half of the time, Tang Yuyao was wrapped up like a silkworm baby, squirming around, but what she kept yelling were things like "hubby" and "baby." The general idea was that she wasn't comfortable like this and wanted Ye Cheng to let her go.
As for Ye Cheng... he was lying happily on the other bed, scrolling through brain-dead short videos. For Tang Yuyao's rap performance, Ye Cheng very thoughtfully made himself two little soundproofing cotton balls and stuffed them in his ears.
Hmm... the whole world instantly became quiet.
Tang Yuyao, drunk and muddled, spent a long time saying nice things, calling him "hubby" and "baby" over and over, but Ye Cheng didn't even give her the time of day.
Her young mistress temper flared up again, especially with the buff from being drunk, and she directly entered her rap time, unleashing her domain. Hazily, she started unloading a barrage of insults at Ye Cheng.
As for Ye Cheng... nothing happened.
He was still there happily scrolling through brain-dead short videos, taking a moment from his busy schedule to deal with the harassing messages constantly popping up on his phone from that scam-artist young mistress.
Open his mouth, shake his head, and a few more red envelopes arrived, nice and satisfying. It's just a shame that the person selling the iced tea earlier was a fake, otherwise he could be enjoying the discount now, ah...
Damn, you evil little brat, this old man will personally...
Silently, Xia Tongxin's impression score with Ye Cheng dropped again. Although it was already negative, the outrageous things Xia Tongxin did could clearly push the limits even further.
In Ye Cheng's book, Xia Tongxin was a demon child, oh... no, not that kind-hearted.
Originally, Ye Cheng already wanted to give Xia Tongxin a taste of an "offline octagon cage" because of the previous "scam," and now there was this matter of the discounted iced tea.
Hah, you're done for, I'm telling you. Do you know what a reverse scale is? Woman, don't touch the middle row of letters... oh no, don't touch the iced tea, or I won't mind destroying the whole world!
Ye Cheng was never a gentleman to begin with and held grudges quite well, especially when it came to matters of iced tea—it was super doubled. The head maid's idea ended up with the black pot landing on Xia Tongxin's back. Sitting at home... rolling on the ground, a pot falls from the sky!
It's a good thing Xia Tongxin didn't know what Ye Cheng was thinking right now, otherwise she'd start another activity called the super invincible spiral rolling shameless swinging 360-degree no blind spot... exercise!
Thud!
"Oww..."
Just as Ye Cheng successfully unlocked the huge ten-yuan red envelope sent by Lin Baizhi and was withdrawing with satisfaction, a dull thud came from the side, followed by the sound of Tang Yuyao sobbing.
Ye Cheng, who was still lying on his stomach playing with his phone, suddenly propped himself up like a seal, hands on the bed, a big question mark appearing above his head.
Strange, was that a sound?
Ye Cheng turned his head and found that the salted fish doctor who had been lying on the bed wrapped up like a zongzi was gone.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Where'd she go?
"Wuwuwu..." Tang Yuyao's pitiful sobbing came from where she had fallen on the floor, echoing in the room.
Ye Cheng hurriedly took out the soundproofing cotton balls from his ears, and Tang Yuyao's sobbing, straining her voice, entered Ye Cheng's ears.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Not good!
Ye Cheng quickly threw down his phone and went to scoop up Tang Yuyao, who had rolled off the bed.
One minute later.
Ye Cheng looked at the big bump on Tang Yuyao's forehead and fell into silence... Say, can this thing be pressed back in?
Tang Yuyao was still tied up; Ye Cheng didn't dare loosen her at all. But now Tang Yuyao wasn't struggling anymore, just crying there. Because she was drunk and the alcohol was hitting her, her mind was still in a foggy state. Otherwise, she wouldn't be calling Ye Cheng a bastard one moment and hubby the next.
A classic case of the left and right brains fighting each other. Zhou Botong would see it and call her a pro!
Clearly, her face was marred now. But luckily, Ye Cheng had self-studied medicine for a while. The only plan now was to try every possible remedy!
One minute later, the big bump on Tang Yuyao's head became a medium bump. Three minutes later, the medium bump became a small bump. Five minutes later... Lin Baizhi, who had lost her cool, called.
"Bzzz bzzz..."
"Lin Meimei invites you to start a video call!"
"Huh?" A question mark appeared above Ye Cheng's head. Why would someone call him so late at night?
He glanced at it; the profile picture showed a delicate woman hugging a big tree—Lin Daiyu uprooting a willow tree!
Answer or not?
Obviously not! What's she calling for so late at night?
Ye Cheng unhesitatingly chose to reject. After hanging up on Lin Baizhi's call, Ye Cheng went back to holding Tang Yuyao and applying medicated oil.
Hmm, that's right.
High-end treatment methods often use the simplest approaches. The most straightforward way to deal with a big bump on the head is to press it back in. On this point, Ye Cheng had to admire the preparations of a five-star hotel.
No wonder they're a five-star hotel... they have all sorts of weird and wonderful things. Things like medicine for bruises and sprains, medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing stasis, and of course, in such situations, "Brother Wei" is absolutely indispensable.
And it looked like a high-end brand too, with clear usage instructions... hmm, thoughtful!
Speaking of which, this stuff should all be included in the hotel bill, right? If you don't use it, aren't you losing out?
Adhering to the good habit of thrift and diligence, Ye Cheng simply packed them up and put them away, hmm... sell them online later. "Benny Road, big brand!" Looks like it could fetch a good price!
Not just "Brother Wei," Ye Cheng didn't let the other things go either. After packing away the "free gifts," Ye Cheng returned to press down the bump on Tang Yuyao's head.
The Continent of Bumps, where there is no magic... only big bumps, medium bumps, small bumps...
And this woman before him, born with the appearance of a dragon, already reached the level of a big bump at such a young age. This woman is terrifying, must not be kept, hehehe...
Under Ye Cheng's experienced and proficient "hehehe" technique, the big bump on Tang Yuyao's head disappeared. Chapter One, The Fallen Genius...
"Phew, finally done."
Ye Cheng let out a sigh of relief, looking at the now "smooth" forehead before him and nodding in satisfaction. Although difficult, he had managed it!
"Bzzz bzzz..."
"Lin Meimei invites you to start a video call!"
"Lin Meimei invites you to start a video call!"
"Lin Meimei..."
Ye Cheng came back to his senses and realized his phone was about to explode from missed calls, all from Lin Baizhi who was red-faced and on the verge of a meltdown. After just a few minutes of not answering, Lin Baizhi had already conjured up all sorts of vivid mental images of "defeat CGs" of Miss Tang Yuyao, nearly snapping her own phone in half!
Answer it, wu wu wu, you stupid brother, wu wu wu...
ANSWER IT!!!
In the pitch-black bedroom, the only visible things were the glowing phone screen and... the "useless little sister" Lin Baizhi, whose eyes were bloodshot and glowing with "billowing resentment" in the phone's light.
"Wu wu wu, ANSWER IT!!!"
"The other party has accepted your invitation!"
Lin Baizhi: "!!!"
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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?!
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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.
