Hotel, inside the room.
The Head Maid looked at her young mistress lying on the bed, still in a state of being "soft and boneless," and fell into silence.
Xia Tongxin remained exactly as she was when Ye Cheng had left earlier—completely limp, her eyes vacant, her little mouth agape enough to see her tiny tongue, drool trailing from the corner of her lips, looking utterly foolish.
Thinking carefully, when did their young mistress start becoming like this? It seemed to be right after that strange fellow left...
The Head Maid seemed to realize something, her pupils contracting sharply!
She understood. The problem lay with that strange fellow. That strange fellow must have done something strange to their young mistress; otherwise, how could she have ended up looking like this "little simpleton"?
Although their young mistress wasn't exactly the sharpest to begin with...
The Head Maid, as if remembering something, was directly struck silent. She silently began apologizing to her young mistress lying on the large bed.
"I'm sorry, Miss. I am guilty, I deserve death. Please forgive my..."
While Xia Tongxin not being very "clever" was hardly a secret anymore, for those in their position, eating this rice meant they couldn't entertain such thoughts, let alone voice them. Even thinking was forbidden; thinking was also a sin.
Unlike the kind of stupidity that breeds annoyance, Xia Tongxin's nature leaned more towards innocence, which often made her seem a bit silly. As the Noble Lady put it, she was a "sweet, soft little cake."
Whether it was a mother's bias or not, the Noble Lady adored her daughter like this—carefree, petite, and very cute~
After a good while of earnest, prayer-like apologies, the Head Maid finally stopped and prepared to carry her young mistress to the bathroom for a nice, fragrant wash.
After all, their young mistress had now transformed from a sweet, soft little cake into a "dirty little bun."
Even though the hotel cleaning was thorough, it couldn't withstand Xia Tongxin's super invincible spiral rolling, tantrum-throwing, swinging, 360-degree all-around exercise routine. After one session, she could thrash about more than a cockroach hit with insecticide, with even greater physical exertion.
How could she not be dirty under such circumstances?
A proper wash was absolutely necessary.
Fortunately, the Head Maid had done this many times before. Washing her was quick, and their young mistress was so petite she didn't require much strength to carry.
The Head Maid picked up Xia Tongxin, who lay on the bed looking like "I'm done for," and gently began unbuttoning her clothes...
"Hmm?"
"When did the sock..."
The Head Maid placed the pink little clothes she took off Xia Tongxin to the side, neatly folded. Clothes in one pile, pants in another, socks in yet another.
This was a basic skill for any maid, let alone the Head Maid, the cream of the crop. She handled these tasks with practiced ease, flawless and pleasing to the eye.
However, as the Head Maid organized the items, she noticed something seemed off later on.
Something was missing. One sock was gone?
Head Maid: "???"
Huh?
The sock, where did it go?
The Head Maid looked at the white seamless little socks on her young mistress's feet. One foot had one, the other did not. Due to the nature of the seamless sock material, the Head Maid initially thought it had just been kicked off accidentally during her young mistress's earlier thrashing about.
After searching the entire room and finding nothing, the Head Maid's puzzlement grew. Where could the sock have gone? It couldn't have just vanished into thin air...
At this thought, the Head Maid suddenly stopped, her pupils contracting sharply. The sock, the young mistress, the limp state... and finally, that strange fellow's swift, fleeing movements.
Connecting all the dots, an answer became glaringly obvious.
Ye Cheng must have pulled his trick right at that moment!
The Head Maid searched carefully once more and finally found her young mistress's missing white seamless little sock inside the other little black leather shoe that had long been kicked off.
Head Maid: "..."
It seemed she had still underestimated the shamelessness of that strange fellow. To sneakily target their young mistress right under her nose... So shameless, such methods were utterly shameless!!!
The Head Maid's chest rose and fell with emotion. Looking at her young mistress lying on the bed, still drooling foolishly with that "I'm done for" look, a question arose in the Head Maid's mind.
Could it be... the young mistress is ticklish?
Xia Tongxin had been extremely well-protected since childhood, always personally cared for by the Noble Lady, who wouldn't let anyone else touch her. Only when Xia Tongxin was a bit older, could walk, and recognized people did the Noble Lady reluctantly allow others to hold her for a short while.
Forget about probing for any secrets; many things about Xia Tongxin were known only to the Noble Lady. The maids and bodyguards below were not privy to such details.
By sheer accident, had they stumbled upon one of their young mistress's weaknesses?
It was hard to say whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
The Head Maid sighed and, with a few deft movements, returned Xia Tongxin to her "factory settings." Soon, a clean, sweet, soft, pink-and-fair young mistress was ready!
At this moment, Xia Tongxin was almost unbearably cute, quiet and serene, completely belying her "demon pill" nature. Even the Head Maid couldn't resist rubbing her own cheek against Xia Tongxin's face a couple more times.
Indeed, their young mistress was a sweet, soft little cake, soft and chewy-soft.
The Head Maid carried her young mistress towards the bathroom. Soon, the sound of rushing water came from within, steam filling the air. A bathtub full of water was ready—time to drop in the dumplings... oh, no, time to place their sweet, soft young mistress inside.
After settling her young mistress comfortably, the Head Maid placed her hand on her own chest, gently pulling the loose end of the white ribbon bow tied there. It came undone. Next, she removed the hairband and ribbon from her head, and then...
Splash... Clear water streamed from the showerhead, falling onto the Head Maid's head, then her face, tracing the path down along the curves of her impressive figure, finally flowing into the drain.
"Oh, I almost forgot."
The Head Maid seemed to remember something. Hurriedly, she ran barefoot out of the bathroom to rummage around, returning with two little ducks in hand—rubber duckies for bath time.
The Head Maid gave one a squeeze, and it emitted the familiar squeak.
Plop!
The duckies hit the water. The Head Maid placed the two little ducks in the bathtub where Xia Tongxin was soaking. After a quick rinse herself, the Head Maid also stepped into the tub.
Splash... The bathtub was large, the water plentiful. Quite a bit overflowed when the Head Maid entered, but there was more than enough room for two. The Head Maid held her young mistress, who still wore that "I'm not in the mood" expression, from behind, washing her sweet and clean.
"Come now, Young Mistress, hand please..."
The Head Maid's voice became incredibly tender, a complete contrast to the indifference and calm she had shown when facing Ye Cheng earlier—as if she were two different people.
In a daze, Xia Tongxin saw two little ducks floating before her eyes, and the lifeless gleam in her pupils gradually began to sparkle...
Little... little ducks...
...
At the same time.
Hotel Room 777.
Beep!
A crisp electronic card swipe sounded, followed by a click as the door swung open.
Click. Ye Cheng returned from outside, carrying a bag of items. He switched on a small lamp by the entrance, its light a dim yellow—gentle enough not to be too stimulating, avoiding the risk of waking Tang Yuyao, who was sleeping on the bed, with a harsh glare.
"Phew, finally back." Ye Cheng wiped a nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead, sighing with emotion.
He'd gone out, spent not a single cent, and even managed to earn a thousand or two. He was practically a genius. As a reward, Ye Cheng had boldly upgraded his "luxury dinner" for the night—adding two sausages, two marinated eggs, and a large bottle of iced lemon tea!
A devilishly charming smile curled Ye Cheng's lips, brimming with confidence. Heh, with this combo, he wouldn't claim the elite could afford it daily, but this was the extent of Ye Cheng's prowess!
That's right, this was the kind of person he was. Usually appearing low-key, easy-going, and seemingly easy to bully, in reality, he possessed immense capability and was utterly formidable... To put it simply, he was terrifyingly powerful!!!
Alright, enough of the arrogant overlord act. Time for instant noodles.
Ye Cheng changed into slippers and went to boil water. Soon, the room was filled with the sound of water bubbling and Ye Cheng's idiotic chuckles as he watched mind-numbing short videos.
Unnoticed by Ye Cheng, in the bedroom, Tang Yuyao's long eyelashes, which had been "fast asleep," trembled slightly, hinting at her imminent awakening...
"Mmm..."
Tang Yuyao's eyelashes fluttered as she groggily opened her eyes. Where was she? It felt so hot, and she couldn't move... and also... Huh?
Tang Yuyao's eyes flew wide open as she assessed her current physical condition... Empty!!!
Tang Yuyao: "???"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
