A Good Man with 108 Children, The Little Pink-Haired Thing...

Time rewinds to earlier.

Ye Cheng had just stepped out of the elevator, planning to go outside to apprehend some wild instant noodles, when he saw a whole crowd of bodyguards and maids at the hotel entrance. This kind of scene, usually only found in novels, had crashed into reality.

For someone like Ye Cheng who loved to spectate drama, there was no way he'd miss this. Ye Cheng swiftly moved from the center of the hotel lobby to stand near the front desk, ready to see just what this real-life "domineering CEO" looked like.

Would he really have that Crooked-Smile Dragon King grin? If so, Ye Cheng needed to take notes, then practice it a hundred times a day in front of the mirror at home. Next time he faced the young lady's merciless beatings, he'd flash a wicked smile, and she'd be so terrified her liver and gallbladder would rupture, promising never to hit him on the head again. She'd even treat him to meals every day, large cups of iced black tea, and finally...

It felt like a fantasy born from eating too much cheap takeout, or perhaps a delusion before the young lady beat him to death with her "signature weapon," the giant radish.

Leaning on the front desk, Ye Cheng chatted idly with the receptionist, whose eyes were already sparkling.

"Hey, who is that? Such a grand entrance?"

The receptionist had been having a rough night shift, unbearably bored and sleepy, yawning repeatedly before Ye Cheng showed up. Now, with Ye Cheng standing before her and without seeing that possessive "girlfriend" who was usually by his side...

Didn't this mean her chance had arrived?

The receptionist perked up instantly. Before speaking, she cleared her throat and put on a slightly "cutesy" voice.

"I'm not entirely sure either. We can't disclose guest information, but I can make an exception for you. You have to keep it a secret, though..." The receptionist even threw a subtle, flirty glance at Ye Cheng.

"Really? There's such a thing?"

Ye Cheng raised an eyebrow. He had been about to give up anyway. He was just asking casually, for some gossip. Knowing more was good, not knowing was fine too, but knowing was even better. After all, spectating drama is all about timeliness and accuracy.

Knowing more detailed info about the main character would make the drama even more delicious.

Seeing the receptionist seemed to know some inside info and was willing to share, Ye Cheng didn't hold back on his praise and gratitude.

"May you have a hundred and eight children!" Ye Cheng said with an "innocent" look, gazing "gratefully" at the receptionist.

Receptionist: "???"

The result was that the receptionist, who had promised to tell Ye Cheng more details, suddenly changed her expression. Her face turned cold, looking at Ye Cheng with a gaze reserved for scumbags, and she refused to say anything more.

“And may all hundred and eight be sons!” Ye Cheng wasn't one to be trifled with either. For someone who "didn't keep their word," he launched a magical attack without hesitation!

Receptionist: "???"

The final outcome was that Ye Cheng successfully reduced his charm points a bit with the receptionist, finally dispelling the succubus effect he had on her.

Although Ye Cheng was still quite attractive, after his "hundred and eight children" blessing, the receptionist now wanted nothing to do with him.

The succubus effect may be powerful, but how will you respond when I counter with "Not quite a god, but already far from human"?

After "blessing" the receptionist, Ye Cheng leaned to the side, propping himself up with one hand, watching the entrance with keen interest. He was determined to see what this domineering CEO looked like.

The exit procession was no less impressive than the young lady's, clearly a real tough cookie.

He waited, waited eagerly, and finally, Ye Cheng saw the "domineering CEO" he had been longing for walk in through the door.

Pink hair? Interesting. The pinker the hair, the fiercer the fighter—seems there's some truth to that. So small? Interesting. A master at targeting the lower body. One sliding tackle could probably take down a tiger solo. Nice. And a Stand user? Interesting...

Huh?

Wait... something seems off?

Whose domineering CEO is this short, and with pink hair? This is clearly a channel mix-up, right?

Not entirely sure, let's look closer. Ye Cheng squinted for a better look.

Pink hair, pink clothes, pink pants, cute little black leather shoes, a face as delicate as a doll's, rosy cheeks, walking unsteadily, supported from behind by a worried-looking Stand... oh no, a maid.

Ye Cheng: "???"

This is the domineering CEO?

If I didn't know better, I'd think some kid ran out from home. So tiny... Wait, could it be!?

Ye Cheng had a sudden realization. He understood now. This was the domineering CEO's daughter. The real main event was still to come. He'd read plenty of novels; they always said in situations like this, it's usually the one-night-stand mistress who ran away pregnant, returning years later with a little surprise. The CEO would be overjoyed and then double down...

Anyway, that was the general idea. Ye Cheng took another couple of looks at Xia Tongxin. Hmm... this little thing has quite a distinctive look. Alright, let me see what the legendary domineering CEO really looks like!

He waited, waited eagerly, and then... nothing. Not a hair. The cars outside all drove away, and the "Crooked-Smile Dragon King" domineering CEO Ye Cheng imagined never appeared. All he got was this little pink-haired thing.

Ye Cheng: "..."

Dammit!!!

He would never believe anything in novels again. It's all fake. There are no domineering CEOs who constantly flash Crooked-Smile Dragon King grins, nor are there those "idiotic funeral-stream CEOs" who constantly threaten to make people be buried with them, as if they run funeral parlors, crematoriums, and full-service funeral arrangements.

How boring.

The excitement in Ye Cheng's eyes vanished, replaced by boredom and contemplation. He was thinking about how to leave the hotel after the "domineering little thing" in front of him left, so he could go to the convenience store outside to apprehend some wild instant noodles...

Which flavor should he get?

Braised beef, or pickled cabbage, or maybe...

Ye Cheng was lost in his reverie, having completely lost interest in the Xia Tongxin before him. His mind was filled only with instant noodles, instant noodles, and... instant noodles.

He completely failed to notice that the little pink-haired thing he'd been talking about was now doing a "death roll" on the floor, charging straight towards the front desk.

Thump!

Huh?

What just bumped into me?

Suddenly jolted by the impact, Ye Cheng's train of thought was interrupted. Coming back to his senses, he looked down and found... a very familiar-looking pink-haired little thing was right there, at his feet.

Ye Cheng: "..."

Was he hallucinating from staying up too late? How did this little thing end up here? Where's the Stand... oh, no, the maid? How are they watching her? No sense of protection at all. They should be punished!

Then Ye Cheng saw the head maid, who had snapped back to reality not far away and realized her young lady was missing, anxiously searching left and right in a flustered panic, ultimately finding her young lady who was continuously tumbling forward.

Gururu...

Thud!

It hit Ye Cheng squarely. Back up, gather momentum, and then... charge!

Oww... that hurts...

Seemingly hurt from the impact, Xia Tongxin, who was being a caterpillar on the floor, took a bite on Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng: "..."

It feels... painful.

Damn!!!

Where did this little brat come from!!!

Before Ye Cheng could kick away the pink-haired little imp biting him, a sharp, shrieking sound came from the head maid behind him.

"Ahhh!!! Young lady!!!"

The head maid moved swiftly. The crisp sound of her high heels echoed through the hotel lobby as she turned into a black-and-white blur arriving before Ye Cheng.

"Young lady, it's dirty, let go quickly."

Ye Cheng: "..."

Right now, a herd of alpacas was galloping through Ye Cheng's mind, along with plenty of mud, grass, and horses covered in dirt...

"Young lady, be good, quick, it's filthy, you'll get sick, you'll get a stomachache, you'll become stupid, you'll..." The head maid described it with extreme severity, practically painting Ye Cheng as a lump of filth.

Ye Cheng: "..."

"Ahem, miss, please mind your wording." Ye Cheng took a deep breath, wearing a smile that was as "peaceful" as possible.

Of course, sometimes a smile is also a warning. He was that kind of smiling tiger—outwardly all smiles and friendliness, but in reality, the cruelest person in the world. No one knew he could easily play with people's hearts, usually pretending to be weak, but actually...

The head maid looked up at Ye Cheng, and then... paid him no further mind, continuing to describe the "dangers" of Ye Cheng to her young lady who had a habit of putting random things in her mouth.

Ye Cheng: "..."

The smile on Ye Cheng's face stiffened, his mouth twitching.

Goddamn it, you're refusing a face-saving offer, aren't you!

Damn!

Ye Cheng showed no courtesy, directly using one hand to pick up the little pink-haired creature who was lying on his leg and biting him, and lifted her up. Hmm... yes, picked her up—a tiny little thing.

He glanced at her, and then... tossed her aside.

Plop.

"Waa waa..." Xia Tongxin's mouth quivered, turning into a little duck's beak. Her mouth opened wide, and with a loud "wah," she started crying.

Head maid: "???"

"Ahhh, young lady!!!"