The next day.
7:55:47.
Room 777 was utterly quiet, the only sound the steady rhythm of breathing. There were two trees in front of the door, one was a jujube tree, the other was also a jujube tree... oh, wait, no.
Inside the room, there were two beds. One was a large bed, the other was also a large bed. On the large bed lay two people. One was...
Ye Cheng lay on the bed like a dead pig, snoring soundly with no intention of waking up. Even as the sunlight from outside the window streamed in and fell on his face, Ye Cheng remained completely still. He simply turned over silently, going from facing the sunlight to having his back to it.
And from having his back to Tang Yuyao to facing Tang Yuyao.
Tang Yuyao had shrunk into her bed, turning into one large lump. She had wrapped herself in the white blanket, becoming a giant white dough ball. Upon closer inspection, one could see a small opening in the white ball.
A pair of sneaky eyes peered out from inside the blanket.
"Is this guy a pig? Why isn't he awake yet? He's going to be late soon..." Tang Yuyao was getting anxious.
Even though her job as the doctor in the infirmary was mostly about being a lazy, good-for-nothing leech, she still had to clock in on time. The time clock was outside the infirmary. Missing a single day meant losing the full attendance bonus—several thousand bucks!
Her plan was for Ye Cheng to wake up early, then she could pretend she knew nothing and smoothly gloss over yesterday's events.
But... Ye Cheng was sleeping like a dead pig.
She couldn't wake up before Ye Cheng, or she might arouse suspicion... Tang Yuyao saw things clearly, at least when it came to Ye Cheng. Ye Cheng might look dumb, but he was actually quite sharp.
Tang Yuyao had to be on her guard!
No choice. For the sake of her reputation and being able to go outside without a paper bag over her head, Tang Yuyao decided to wave goodbye to her attendance bonus. Boohoo, the bonus was gone.
Tang Yuyao hadn't slept since she woke up in the middle of the night. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but she couldn't—she was too mortified to sleep.
The more she thought about what had happened earlier, the more Tang Yuyao felt life wasn't worth living. She wanted to perform a stunt called "human cannonball" and solve all her worries with one jump. It was too embarrassing. Was she possessed by something dirty last night?
Otherwise, how could she have done such outrageous things? She was usually a very proper person, okay? A very ladylike person, okay? A very... okay, she couldn't keep lying to herself.
So what if she liked to swear a little? So what if she enjoyed watching some brain-dead short dramas? So what if she loved soap operas, idol dramas, Mary Sue...
Tang Yuyao's internal debate reached this point and suddenly fell silent.
She remembered some of the more "detailed" moments from yesterday. Why did she keep calling Ye Cheng "hubby" and "baby" when she was drunk?... It was because she was influenced by all the brain-dead short dramas and the tons of soap operas and idol dramas she watched for fun in the infirmary.
In the end, she reaped what she sowed. After getting completely wasted, she automatically slipped into the female lead's perspective. As for Ye Cheng, he naturally became the male lead.
Once drunk, the world constructed in her mind became exceptionally real, and she believed it wholeheartedly. Otherwise, Tang Yuyao wouldn't have been jumping back and forth between the two beds last night for no reason, insisting she was a flying little fairy...
It felt even more absurd than eating magic mushrooms.
Since she was utterly convinced she was a flying little fairy, believing she was the female lead was even more natural. She was the female lead, and the female lead was her!
So... she spent most of the night calling him "hubby" and "baby," and even forced Ye Cheng to call her "wifey" and "Yaoyao"...
Perhaps because the peak of embarrassment had passed, Tang Yuyao now found those memories less mortifying and even felt a hint of nostalgia.
Seriously, if she got married in the future, would she really call someone "hubby" and "baby"? Could she actually say such embarrassing things out loud?
She wasn't sure if she could say it to others, but she was absolutely certain about Ye Cheng—not only did she say it, but she also said it very smoothly.
"Hubby?" Tang Yuyao, for some reason—perhaps a wire got crossed in her brain—actually called out softly, so quietly only she could hear it.
At a visible speed, Tang Yuyao's face flushed bright red, turning into a "pig's head." Ashamed, she quickly covered herself with the blanket.
Ahhhh!!!
Tang Yuyao, are you insane? Just go die!
Just as Tang Yuyao was considering whether to jump from the building and perform her human cannonball act, a powerful piece of music suddenly erupted in the room. Tang Yuyao was stunned, and the large lump that had been wriggling under the covers froze.
Because she was wrapped in the blanket, she couldn't hear it clearly, but the sound was loud and strangely... hypnotic, ethereal, as if someone was chanting sutras?
What the hell?
A question mark appeared above Tang Yuyao's head. She stealthily lifted a corner of the blanket, revealing a pair of shifty eyes, and then...
"Namo ho la ta..."
The Great Compassion Mantra at maximum volume poured into Tang Yuyao's brain through the gap she had opened. It felt like strolling through a Norwegian forest, the folds of her brain gently smoothed out.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? What is this thing...
The enlightenment came too suddenly. Hearing this stuff first thing in the morning directly purified Tang Yuyao. Her head buzzed, a complete blank. It was noisy, and on top of that, loud!
The time was now exactly 8:00 AM. The alarm Ye Cheng had set for himself went off—the familiar Great Compassion Mantra.
Ye Cheng originally had many alarms to prevent himself from not waking up in the morning. But after staying in a hotel with the young lady last time, all the other alarms were forcefully harmonized by her. She only allowed Ye Cheng to keep one alarm.
Naturally, Ye Cheng kept his favorite, the Great Compassion Mantra. After pulling an all-nighter, listening to this in the morning was truly delightful. It had a kind of beauty in smoothing out the brain's folds. Good to listen to, love to listen to.
Ye Cheng, unlike a normal human, enjoyed such underworldly stuff first thing in the morning. Tang Yuyao couldn't handle it; she was about to break. Like a revolving lantern, she recalled every bad thing she had ever done in her life.
Only to find that less than a minute had passed.
Tang Yuyao wanted to get up and turn off Ye Cheng's alarm, but she was afraid of arousing suspicion. For the smooth progression of her "play dumb and act oblivious" plan, Tang Yuyao ultimately endured it.
Endure, Tang Yuyao, you must endure! It's the final step; you mustn't ruin everything at the last moment!
After five long minutes of torture, Ye Cheng's alarm finally stopped. Tang Yuyao let out a sigh of relief, a victor's smile appearing on her face. Great, it's finally over, finally...
"Namo ho la ta..."
Tang Yuyao's joy lasted less than two seconds before the familiar sound returned, louder, stronger, more penetrating. Even buried under the quilt, Tang Yuyao could clearly feel the sensation of kneeling in a temple burning incense.
Tang Yuyao: "..."
Tang Yuyao clenched her fists, grinding her teeth. You can do this, Tang Yuyao, you definitely can. It'll all be over as soon as this little brat wakes up. You have to endure it!
Another five minutes passed...
"Namo ho la ta..."
"Namo ho la ta..."
Good news: this time the volume didn't increase. Bad news: it became two recitations, one after the other, a brain-piercing, fiendish sound.
Tang Yuyao: "..."
Hold on, Tang Yuyao, you definitely...
Five minutes later...
"Namo ho la ta..."
"Namo ho la ta..."
"Namo ho la ta..."
Tang Yuyao: "???"
Endure it, Tang Yuyao, you can do it, you... You can do it my ass!!!
"I can't take it anymore, you damn brat! I'm gonna bite you to death!!!"
Under the relentless torment, Tang Yuyao finally couldn't hold on. Her temperature rising, her defenses broken, she once again performed a movement called "taking flight," leaping from her own bed onto Ye Cheng's bed.
With a thump!
Tang Yuyao grabbed hold of Ye Cheng, who was sleeping like a dead pig, completely undisturbed by the alarm. She sank her teeth into Ye Cheng's head. There was no more hesitation, worry, or shame... only the purest desire to end Ye Cheng.
"AAAAAAHHH!!!! (Action sound effect direction by Teacher Tom)"
A scream from Ye Cheng echoed in the room, even drowning out the triple-layered Great Compassion Mantra.
"You old hag, what are you doing!!!"
"I'm biting you to death!!!"
"AAAHHH!!!"
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.
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reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
