"Beep!"
"Insufficient balance, payment failed!"
"You dare mess with me!" Ye Cheng was furious!
The head maid hurriedly spoke up, "Wait a moment, I'll try a different card!"
"Today's transfer limit has been reached. Please try again tomorrow or visit a counter to handle related business. For details, please inquire..."
Ye Cheng: "..."
Head Maid: "..."
The smile on Ye Cheng's face gradually stiffened. His initial excitement slowly calmed down, eventually turning into cold indifference and a strange, burning flame of vengeance.
"You dare mess with me!" Ye Cheng spoke through gritted teeth, each word forced out as if his teeth were about to shatter. His smile warped into something almost maniacal, veins bulging on his forehead.
For others, blocking their path to wealth is like killing their parents. For Ye Cheng, having his money cut off is worse than his parents dying. What, you ask how it feels to lose one's parents... how should I know? I never had any. But he knows exactly how it feels to lose money!
Parents gone? So be it. But money gone? That's truly gone!!!
The head maid fell silent looking at the failed transfer notification. It seemed like silence, but she was actually questioning her life. How could there be no money? How? She remembered clearly there was still...
Oh, she remembered. The dowry she had painstakingly saved up was completely wiped out by her young lady in less than three minutes. Not a single cent left.
Fortunately, she hadn't put all her eggs in one basket. It didn't matter that the card with less savings was emptied. There was another one with more money, the real nest egg she had saved over all her years of work!
Even if her young lady transferred twenty thousand at a time, it would still take several minutes to squander it all. There must be money!!!
The head maid selected her other "dowry card," and then... the daily limit had been reached. No more transfers.
Head Maid: "..."
What rotten luck, all piling up at once.
"You dare mess with me!" Ye Cheng's voice, full of gritted teeth, came again, making the head maid's scalp prickle. This time, she clearly felt Ye Cheng's "hatred" and fury.
When Ye Cheng had been blackmailed by her or attacked by her young lady before, he hadn't been this utterly broken. Was that just money?
That was Ye Cheng's life!!!
A flame seemed to blaze in Ye Cheng's chest—the fire of his rage. Damn it, even a pushover has a temper!
"Today, I'll show you what it means when a common man's wrath spills blood within five steps!!!" Ye Cheng's eyes were bloodshot, looking like he wanted to devour someone. The head maid's heart sank, and she quickly tightened her grip, holding onto him even more firmly.
She frantically searched her mind for a solution, and finally... her gaze locked onto Ye Cheng's feet, or more precisely, onto her young lady who was still lying there, clinging to Ye Cheng's leg.
Right!
She was out of money and limited, but her young lady wasn't!
All of Xia Tongxin's cards had special verification and wouldn't have limits like the head maid's. She could spend as much as she wanted, just like when she transferred money to Ye Cheng before—single transactions could exceed twenty thousand, something others couldn't do.
What's power? This is power. Might not have much else, but got plenty of gold coins!
"Wait a moment, it'll be done right away." The head maid swiftly let go of Ye Cheng with one hand, bent over slightly, and began rummaging through her young lady's clothes.
Hmm... her young lady's phone, it should be around here, right?
Following her memory, the head maid searched for her young lady's phone, her attention completely focused. When people concentrate on one thing, they often neglect another.
Like the head maid right now, focused on finding her young lady's phone, forgetting she was still holding onto Ye Cheng's arm with her other hand.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Is this something he gets to experience without paying?
Ye Cheng broke into a cold sweat and instinctively tried to pull his hand back. He felt like he was being set up. According to some TV dramas, at this point, a few burly men should jump out and introduce him to the "Guess How High I Can Jump, Immortal" game.
He had barely moved when the head maid, as if a nerve was triggered, her pupils constricted. She hurriedly pulled her hand back, straightened her bent waist, and clutched Ye Cheng's arm tightly again.
The head maid narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Ye Cheng up and down: "What are you trying to do?"
Ye Cheng: "..."
"Nothing, my arm just felt a bit itchy, wanted to scratch it," Ye Cheng said.
The head maid said nothing, just stared at Ye Cheng for a good while. Though silent, her gaze spoke volumes. She shot Ye Cheng a look that said "Try moving again, I dare you," before finally withdrawing her scrutinizing gaze and continuing to search her young lady for the phone.
Ye Cheng: "..."
This world must have gone mad. Who goes around force-feeding people like this?
Sigh... come to think of it, it's been a long time since I had tofu. Hmm, I'll buy some beans in a few days to make some tofu pudding or something. Tasty, love it.
Finally, this time the vigilant head maid successfully found the phone on her young lady. It was still a pink, girly phone, also custom-made.
After getting the phone, the head maid didn't rush to leave. Instead, she placed it on the ground, grabbed her young lady's little paw, and pressed it against the screen to unlock it.
Click!
Unlocked!
After doing this, the head maid picked up the phone from the ground and then... once again used both hands to hug Ye Cheng's arm. Yes, hugged it.
The head maid looked at Ye Cheng warily: "How much do you want?"
Ye Cheng gave a wicked smile, not rushing to answer. Instead, he craned his neck to peek at the balance in the wallet on the phone screen. Having finally gotten a chance to make an outrageous demand, he naturally wouldn't let it go.
He was going to extort... ahem, claim a large sum of well-deserved compensation for emotional distress, medical fees, lost wages...
Ye Cheng calculated a whole bunch of miscellaneous items, almost including the fact that he had inhaled two fewer breaths of air, pinning it all on Xia Tongxin and the head maid in front of him. Utterly shameless!
Then, one could almost hear the Heavenly Emperor Ye laugh, "Hehehe, I want a hundred!"...
"I want a hundred..."
Ye Cheng's words cut off abruptly. His eyes were fixed on Xia Tongxin's green messaging app avatar on the screen. Why did this avatar look so familiar?
Not sure, let me look again... hmm, seems like the avatar of some inherently evil little female brat?
A pink cow... Ye Cheng looked at the avatar, then at the pink-haired little thing still clinging to his leg on the ground. Seems to match up?
No, no, no!
It must just be a coincidence. So what if the hair is pink? So what if the avatar is pink? Lots of people in the world like pink. Just a coincidence. Stop scaring yourself over nothing all day.
Alright, let's look at the name again, hmm... very good, Hundeluo... Another coincidence? Interesting.
Hundeluo...
Hundeluo???
After silently repeating it a few times in his mind, Ye Cheng's eyes suddenly widened. His expression became one of utter disbelief, and he stared with horror at the little pink thing clinging to his foot.
Holy crap!
You little bastard, you're Hundeluo!
The head maid's shocked voice came from beside him: "How much? A million? You might as well just rob us!"
The head maid knew Ye Cheng had figured out their young lady was wealthy and was now trying to extort an outrageous sum. She had originally planned to just transfer a hundred thousand to Ye Cheng to settle the matter.
After all, no matter how you looked at it, their young lady was in the wrong first. A hundred thousand was a hundred thousand.
Who could have imagined Ye Cheng would open his mouth and ask for a million? Did he think money grew on trees?
The head maid's chest heaved with anger as she glared at Ye Cheng. "Don't even dream of it! I'd rather die than agree to this!!!"
Little did she know... Ye Cheng was currently sweating bullets, especially when he remembered all the things he'd done earlier to that little pink-headed creature. He was breaking out in a cold sweat!
He suddenly recalled the "big talk" Xia Tongxin had been boasting about, saying she made millions in minutes, and how she'd told him she was the same.
It was fun bragging at the time, but after the bragging was over, he realized, damn it, he was the only one who was just talking big—she was the real deal!
Holy shit!!!
Ye Cheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and swallowed hard.
Gulp.
"What million? A hundred. No 'million'. This matter absolutely cannot be settled for less than a hundred!" Ye Cheng said with "firm" resolve, completely baffling the head maid standing nearby.
A hundred... a hundred without the 'million'... that would be yuan, a hundred yuan...
A hundred yuan???
You call a hundred yuan "a hundred"???
The head maid was dumbfounded. She and Ye Cheng had been going back and forth with their verbal sparring for so long, talking nonsense for ages. She thought he was trying to extort a hundred million, but it turned out... it was a hundred yuan?
Are you kidding me!!!
"You mean... you want a hundred... yuan?" The head maid asked uncertainly, seeking confirmation once more.
"Yeah, is there a problem? Hurry up, or I'm calling the police! You wouldn't want your young lady to be thrown out by me, would you?" Ye Cheng put on a "menacing" face, "extorting" her while giving a little shake to the pink-headed thing still clinging to his foot.
The head maid: "..."
Silence was the bridge of Cambridge tonight, and the head maid was feeling particularly bridged tonight.
She looked at her young mistress, then at Ye Cheng... Is this guy even human?
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."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
