The Time-Traveling Pursuit of the Young Lady with Purification Powers, Sister Lin is Fuming...

Hotel, Room 777.

What was supposed to be a quiet room occasionally echoed with some strange sounds—things like... “No, don’t!” “You bastard!” “You beast!”—words that somehow felt a bit inappropriate.

But in reality?

In reality, you can forget about imagining anything.

“Bastard... ugh... let me go, let me go... I want to fly, I want to punish you in the name of the moon!”

“No, no, don’t tie me up, boohoo... honey, please, boohoo...”

“Beast, don’t grab me, let me go...”

Tang Yuyao was once again wrapped up like a dumpling by Ye Cheng. This time, not only was she restrained by the “Belt Emperor,” but also bound by the “Rope Immortal King.” Even with double the restraints, it still wasn’t enough—Ye Cheng, the Heavenly Emperor Ye himself, was personally suppressing the source of all this weirdness!

Simply put, Tang Yuyao was tied up with belts and ropes. To prevent her from moving around recklessly and, like just now, rolling off the bed and giving herself a big bump on the head, Ye Cheng decided not to sleep in a separate bed this time.

Sharing the same bed, Ye Cheng, the Heavenly Emperor, physically pinned Tang Yuyao down—oh no, correction—he was holding Tang Yuyao firmly, keeping a safe distance to stop her from thrashing about while also making sure she didn’t bite him.

Complete control—100%!

Tang Yuyao was struggling with all her might, cursing him, calling him “husband,” “baby,” “darling,” but Ye Cheng remained unmoved, looking every bit the Sigma male.

Ye Cheng pressed one hand down on Tang Yuyao, eyeing her still-sober-up state with some suspicion.

“Once this old thing wakes up, is he going to kill us both to cover his tracks?”

Ye Cheng rubbed his smooth chin, uncertainly muttering to himself.

This hotel stay was more exciting than the previous times he stayed with the heiress outside. In some sense, what happened inside this hotel today—if anyone in the family of that hot-headed doctor who’s more of a couch potato found out—he would have only three options.

First, admit everything honestly, claim innocence, say it’s not his fault, that he’s just a victim... and then get chopped into mince.

Second, admit honestly and say he’s willing to take responsibility. If all goes well, he’d just have come of age this year, become an adult, stepped into the hall of marriage, then lived a life of comfort and security, and then... hmm? That actually sounds pretty good!

The question mark above Ye Cheng’s head instantly turned into an exclamation mark. What was he pretending for?

The chance to break free from being a mere workhorse was right in front of him. All he had to do was take one step forward, then he’d be on top of the world, living the glorious life of a “Heavenly Dragon”—wandering around with nothing to do all day, showing off his fancy car everywhere, beating up and humiliating “stinky outsiders,” and drinking original-price iced black tea like a boss... isn’t that just perfect?

The exclamation mark above Ye Cheng’s head morphed and merged into a giant light bulb, and then... it lit up!

Stop pretending!

I’m going to be a Heavenly Dragon!!!

This lousy logistics company’s forklift can go screw itself!!!

Ye Cheng was eager to create a beautiful “misunderstanding.” He even had the post-incident disclaimer ready in his head.

“I don’t know what to say. I was drunk at the time, and when I woke up, this is how things turned out. Sigh... things have come to this, and there’s nothing I can do now. Let’s just each take a step back—I’ll take the loss and reluctantly agree to this marriage…”

Hahaha!!!

Ye Cheng was lost in his beautiful fantasy of being a “Celestial Dragon,” when suddenly, the young lady appeared in his mind, holding a huge carrot. Then... thud!

Ye Cheng: “???“

Just moments ago, he was wearing a wicked grin, but now his eyes cleared instantly. He instinctively touched his head... relieved to find it was just a hallucination.

But... here of all places, the young lady could still punish him? Isn’t this going too far?

Cold sweat broke out on Ye Cheng’s forehead. He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like a pair of eyes was staring right at him... No way, does the young lady have some kind of remote surveillance superpower?

Just as Ye Cheng was sweating bullets, a pair of prying eyes locked onto him!

Then... a howl!

Tang Yuyao, who had been lying in wait nearby for a long time, finally succeeded—she bit Ye Cheng’s scalp.

Ye Cheng: “...”

His scalp hurt.

No wonder he felt like someone was sneaking a peek at him. Should’ve guessed it—turns out it was some grumpy, lazy doctor... damn!

“Ahhhhh!!!”

More than ten minutes later.

Room 777 of the hotel finally fell silent.

Good news: Tang Yuyao had finally fallen asleep, so no more rap or trash talk.

Bad news: She was sleeping in his arms—and he couldn’t move at all, or she’d wake up...

Ye Cheng had no choice but to search online for tutorials. But then... he realized his phone was missing.

Wait, where’s my phone?

Only then did Ye Cheng notice that during the earlier “scuffle,” his battered, “ignore all risks and keep installing” Android phone had disappeared.

Ye Cheng panicked. Was that even a phone? That was his lifeline!

He hurriedly sat up.

“Woo...” Tang Yuyao, already asleep, furrowed her brows and tilted her head forward, as if searching for something. After a few tries without success, she seemed a bit anxious, on the verge of waking up.

Silently, Ye Cheng lay back down.

Tang Yuyao’s tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

According to the law of conservation of energy, a frown can’t just vanish—it can only move. As Tang Yuyao’s frown eased, Ye Cheng’s own brows knitted together.

“Where did it go?” Ye Cheng began “scanning” his memory.

Relax, it’s just a minor buff from his photographic memory—not exactly a superpower. Ye Cheng’s real superpower was pulling out giant bubble gum anytime, anywhere, and a “multipurpose flavored cigarette” of dubious origin.

Even without his photographic memory, Ye Cheng’s terrifying recall wouldn’t be lacking—this was just icing on the cake.

The difference between Ye Cheng and a top-tier human was that his thinking was a bit unusual and his behavior somewhat eccentric... Put those two aside, and Ye Cheng was almost too perfect. But sorry, can’t put those aside, hehe.

“Oh... here it is.”

Soon, Ye Cheng successfully “reloaded” his memory and found the whereabouts of his phone. It was on the floor. Just now, when he transformed into the Heavenly Emperor to battle the strange entity, the heavenly artifact unfortunately got hit by the aftershock and scattered…

Ye Cheng squinted at Tang Yuyao, who was lying in his arms like a little caterpillar, then glanced at his phone lying on the ground. Hmm… not bad, he could clearly see the bite mark Tang Yuyao had left on the phone earlier.

Gently, Ye Cheng lifted Tang Yuyao, who was wrapped up like a silkworm, intending to set her aside and pick up his phone. But the moment he moved, Tang Yuyao started making soft “woo woo woo…” noises, as if she was about to wake up.

Ye Cheng immediately put her back down, and Tang Yuyao instantly stopped making a sound.

Ye Cheng: “…”

He began to wonder if he was being tricked. Could it be that Tang Yuyao wasn’t asleep at all?

Silently, Ye Cheng made an international hand gesture in front of the deeply sleeping Tang Yuyao, then suddenly mimicked poking her eyes. Tang Yuyao didn’t react at all. Only then did Ye Cheng relax and pull back his two fingers.

Hmm… looks like she’s really asleep.

Ye Cheng had used this trick before to test beggars who pretended to be blind on the streets. It was the same routine: first a friendly international hand sign, then a sudden poke!

The beggar was startled… and then got beaten up. Of course, it wasn’t Ye Cheng who threw the punches—it was those who had been fooled into sympathy by the beggar.

Damn it, you scumbag! I trusted you so much, and you were just faking blindness?

If that’s the case, then I’ll make you truly blind—then it won’t be cheating me!

Anyway, the guy who pretended to be disabled was eventually spared by everyone, because at first he was faking. But later, he really became disabled—his leg got crippled. Coincidentally, Ye Cheng’s online followers didn’t call him “Grandpa Niu” anymore, but “The One Who Kicked the Crippled Leg Wildly”!

Since then, Ye Cheng never saw any “disabled” people on that street again… The righteous light shone upon the earth, illuminating…

Tang Yuyao wouldn’t let go, so Ye Cheng had to come up with a plan. Quickly, Ye Cheng put his long legs to work—in simple terms, he turned into a “wood” shape.

His left leg stayed on the bed, holding Tang Yuyao down to prevent her from moving around, while his right leg stretched to the edge of the bed to reach for his phone. As for the rest…

In short, Ye Cheng started fishing for his phone. He stretched his leg out, every toe gripping hard, especially his big toe, veins bulging.

“My fate is mine to decide, not heaven’s! Damn your fate, break for me, aaahhh!!!”

After relentless effort, his big toe cramped—otherwise, there wouldn’t have been so many “aahs.” That was pure pain.

Ye Cheng: “…”

Fortunately, Ye Cheng had an extraordinary tolerance for pain. Even with his big toe cramping, he kept at it. Finally, he managed to grab the phone!

Great!

Ye Cheng squeezed the phone firmly with his big toe, slowly lifted his leg, and then…

“Ding ding ding!!!”

“Lin Meimei is inviting you to a video call!”

“Accepted!”

Ye Cheng: “…”

What a coincidence—Lin Baizhi called again at this exact moment. Ye Cheng’s thumb cramped, causing a twitch that accidentally hit the “Answer” button.

Connected!

Ye Cheng now lifted his leg high, perfectly framing a great selfie-stick angle, capturing everything crystal clear. On the other end, Lin Baizhi could see everything just as clearly.

Ye Cheng was holding Tang Yuyao, and the two of them were lying on a bed. Most importantly, both Ye Cheng and Tang Yuyao were dressed quite “lightly”—a bit too lightly, in fact.

So much so that Lin Baizhi, who was on the call, was momentarily stunned, unable to react at all.

Her beloved brother, the absolute number one in her eyes, appearing in first-person, real-time view, just like that—right before her eyes. It felt strangely unreal… was this heaven?

Quick as lightning, Lin Baizhi tapped the screenshot button, then started recording a video. Her movements were practiced and smooth—clearly a seasoned pro. Only after finishing did she realize: had she missed something?

Why was there someone else next to her brother?

“Wah… baby…” Just then, Tang Yuyao began talking in her sleep, squirming a bit and snuggling closer into Ye Cheng’s arms. Her flushed, slightly drunken face rubbed against Ye Cheng’s chest before she finally settled down and went back to sleep peacefully.

All of this was being witnessed by a certain powerless little sister.

Lin Baizhi: “……”

Snap… it sounded like something shattered. Oh… it was her heart breaking.

“Well then… good evening, classmate. Have you eaten?” Ye Cheng fell silent for a moment, trying to salvage this awkward, “hard-to-explain” situation. But… it seemed useless. The evidence was right there, undeniable.

Her face flushed visibly, spreading like wildfire.

“Ahhhhh!!!”