With a thud, the little pink-haired and pink-faced Xia Tongxin was tossed onto the ground by Ye Cheng.
Of course, Ye Cheng had been mindful of his strength and the throwing technique—at most, her bottom would sting a little. After all, it seemed like the other side had more people here. If a whole bunch of bodyguards showed up later, he'd be in trouble.
The little boy in the washing machine, the little boy in the elevator... and now, perhaps a new film was being shot: the little boy in the hotel lobby.
After picking up and discarding the Xia Tongxin who had just bitten him, Ye Cheng clapped his hands and prepared to leave, completely ignoring the head maid's sharp, screeching cry.
Give me a break. He, Ye Cheng, wasn't someone to be trifled with either. Did they think just anyone could treat him like a punching bag? Are you the young mistress? Are you the guild president? How dare you bark at me here?
Ye Cheng could tell the other party had some background, and a significant one at that, but... so what? (Chin held high, acting all cocky and arrogant, putting on the proud demeanor of a dog that relies on its master's power).
He was no longer the commoner No. 9527 from before. Now he was the young mistress's lackey, the guild president's running dog, a bro with overnight-friendship ties to the slacker doctor!
With so many red titles plastered on his head, he could walk sideways like a crab even within the school.
Forget school—even outside, he could walk like a crab. After all, he was still a lackey and a running dog. Ye Cheng believed that even if he got thrown in jail, the young mistress and the guild president would bail him out!
As for Tang Yuyao... uh, Ye Cheng thought it over and decided to forget it. What happened tonight was best treated as if it never occurred, and knowing nothing was for the best.
Otherwise, he might first get pounded into beef meatballs by the furious Tang family—no, that's too crude a comparison.
With so many titles, could he still let himself be bullied?
Hell no!
Wouldn't that mean being a lackey and running dog for nothing then!
A wicked smile curled on Ye Cheng's lips as he already imagined the scenario: the other party picking a fight, then him, the Dragon King, smirking and slapping faces in an awesome display of power!
"With a mere smirk from Dragon King General Ye, the people around trembled in fear, their guts turning to water, kneeling and shaking like sieves..."
Hahaha, so satisfying!!!
Wait, something didn't seem right. He was in a hotel right now. If he really got detained by that lackey who was dragging that little thing around, and if the young mistress and guild president came to claim him... wouldn't they come to the hotel too?
Hotel... dinner, double occupancy, romantic luxury suite...
Ye Cheng: "..."
NO!!!
Ye Cheng shuddered, his eyes instantly clearing. All those brainless, cringey short-drama fantasies of a smirking Dragon King were tossed from his mind.
No way!
He couldn't get detained. If the young mistress and guild president really showed up, he might end up even worse off.
Gulp.
Ye Cheng swallowed, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, first glanced at the head maid frantically checking on her young mistress's condition on the floor, then looked at the pink-haired little thing on the ground, sniveling and pitiful, flailing around like a drugged cockroach.
Run!!!
He got a little too carried away with being a lackey and henchman, almost forgetting that if the young mistress and guild president rushed over, he'd die even more horribly. If not now, when?
Legs, run for your life!!!
Ye Cheng didn't even want his instant noodles anymore. Glancing at the bodyguards and maids outside, he silently began backing up, inching toward the fire escape, waiting for the right moment to gun it and make a break for it!
Thud!
Splat...
"Waaah... ow!" Xia Tongxin had somehow rolled over and ended up at the feet of Ye Cheng, who was trying to sneak away, and she took another bite.
Ye Cheng: "..."
That hurts.
Ye Cheng looked down and found that the little pink-haired, pink-faced thing that had been crying nearby had somehow made its way over to him, and in almost the exact same posture as before, was attacking him... So, when had he been hit by an illusion technique?
Ye Cheng shook his leg a couple of times, trying to dislodge the pink-haired little creature clinging to it. It worked a bit, but not much. Instead, the biting force increased.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Silently, Ye Cheng reached out to toss the pink-haired little thing farther away. His hand was halfway there when—smack!
The head maid slapped his hand!
Ye Cheng: "..."
Ye Cheng slowly raised his head and looked at the head maid standing before him with a face that looked ready to eat him alive.
"Why did you hit me?" Ye Cheng asked.
"What are you trying to do to our young mistress!" The head maid puffed up aggressively, taking the initiative to accuse first.
Ye Cheng: "..."
"Buddy, you're blaming the victim here. Can't you see your little thing... ahem, your young mistress, biting me?" Ye Cheng pointed helplessly at the pink-haired, pink-faced little thing still clinging to his leg, dazed and unwilling to let go.
The head maid followed Ye Cheng's pointing finger and looked. Well... her young mistress was indeed...
"See what? I don't understand what you're talking about," the head maid said calmly, lying through her teeth.
Ye Cheng: "???"
"Such a big lump and you're telling me you can't see it?" Ye Cheng widened his eyes, looking at the head maid as if he'd seen a ghost. Good grief, in this day and age, people dare to lie so blatantly!
Fine. Don't understand, huh? Then don't blame me for not being polite!
An ordinary person might really be intimidated by the head maid, but for Ye Cheng, he didn't buy it at all. Young mistress or not, to hell with it!
Ye Cheng extended his right hand again, reaching for the little creature attacking his leg.
Splat!
This time, the head maid didn't hit Ye Cheng. Instead, she opted for a more resource-intensive and physically engaging tactic: she wrapped her arms around Ye Cheng's arm, holding on tight and refusing to let go. This way, Ye Cheng couldn't grab their young lady.
Although, the position seemed a bit off. Um, how to put it... it was kind of face-to-face. Ye Cheng felt an inexplicable sense of pressure on his chest.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Looking at the head maid who had pressed close and was tightly holding his arm, Ye Cheng spoke: "Miss, what are you doing?"
The head maid didn't speak. Her expression was somewhat unnatural, but she still showed no intention of letting go of Ye Cheng... Their side wasn't in the right now. If she let go, Ye Cheng would just toss their young lady aside again.
Their madam was already on a plane, about to arrive soon. If she saw their young lady being bullied like this, the consequences would be unthinkable!
Can't let go!
Absolutely must not let go no matter what!
"If you keep taking advantage of me like this, I'm going to call the police," Ye Cheng said flatly. He tried slightly to pull his arm back. Hmm... failed.
Darn it! Don't think just because you have some... assets you can act recklessly, you jerk!!!
The head maid's ears turned red, but she still didn't let go, gritting her teeth: "You can't bully the young lady!"
"Going for a walk? Look at who's bullying whom! You two teaming up on one, huh? Let me tell you, I, Ye Cheng, have practiced calisthenics for several years. My fists and feet have no eyes, so you'd better let go now if you know what's good for you!" Ye Cheng spoke with full confidence, a cold sneer on his face.
Ca, calisthenics???
The Head Maid: "..."
Visibly, the corner of the Head Maid's mouth twitched. It seemed the guy in front of her might not be entirely right in the head?
Ye Cheng wore a fierce expression, showing no room for negotiation. His face was full of displeasure and unyielding integrity, ready to shatter like jade rather than remain intact as a tile!
Seeing that she really couldn't persuade Ye Cheng, the Head Maid could only change tactics and began a guilt trip: "Can't you be more magnanimous, as a man?"
"Hah, who told you I'm a man? I'm a Walmart shopping bag! You dare assume my gender? That's discrimination! I'm calling the cops on you!"
Ye Cheng was like a lit firecracker, angrily berating the Head Maid while fumbling for his phone, ready to call the police.
The Head Maid: "???"
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
