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: "???"
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