"Come on, blow."
The policewoman handed the red and blue breathalyzer wand to Ye Cheng, her voice quite gentle. The officer beside her stared at Ye Cheng with inexplicable resentment; he seemed to have a thing for this policewoman.
Ah...
Ye Cheng sighed inwardly. So the plan failed—it must be fate!
Ye Cheng had originally thought about doing a couple of sets of calisthenics after blowing, but unfortunately, it didn't work out. This time, even the policewoman's attitude became more firm, pressing the wand over...
Well, that phrasing sounds a bit odd. Anyway, she brought the breathalyzer wand over.
Ye Cheng took a deep breath.
Blow!
His current reading would determine the outcome for Tang Yuyao later. Logically speaking, as long as it wasn't over three times the legal limit, the situation could still be salvaged.
After all, he had drunk at least three times more than Tang Yuyao. If he passed, there was no reason Tang Yuyao wouldn't!
They didn't need to worry about the "drinking" threshold, only the "drunk driving" one. "Drinking" just meant a few days of detention and a fine, but "drunk driving" was much more troublesome—it involved criminal sentencing, and even paying money wouldn't easily resolve it.
Unless Tang Yuyao's family connections were exceptionally powerful... Ye Cheng wasn't sure just how powerful her family's connections were, so he had to plan for the worst.
What?
You ask why Ye Cheng knows all this so well.
Oh... it's just that Ye Cheng has practically memorized the entire criminal law and judicial system of Dragon Country. If he wanted to, he could probably pass the bar exam without even studying.
The law is the lowest baseline, the minimum standard for human conduct, and also Ye Cheng's code of operation. With this line in place, Ye Cheng had been able to "dance on the edge" repeatedly since childhood without ever facing excessive punishment or even any real risk.
Sorry, but any so-called risks were all circumvented by Ye Cheng. His reputation as a wild genius was well-earned. Even before that damn cheat-like golden finger showed up, Ye Cheng was already an incredibly formidable existence.
That damn golden finger was just the icing on the cake. Absolute stats, plus absolute mastery, equals Ye Cheng gradually becoming less and less human!
"Beep beep beep!"
The green indicator light lit up. The policewoman blinked: "Congratulations, you didn't reach the 'drinking' threshold."
Ye Cheng was stunned. He hadn't even reached the "drinking" standard, let alone the "drunk driving" one?
Ye Cheng's anxious heart settled back into his stomach. It was fine now. Tang Yuyao, standing not far away, saw this scene and was also taken aback for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief.
Phew...
A false alarm. If Ye Cheng was fine, there was absolutely no way she could be in trouble. Tang Yuyao had witnessed everything Ye Cheng did; she had to admire how quick his mind was, faster and bolder than hers.
For some reason, Tang Yuyao's recognition of Ye Cheng and an indescribable fondness for him began to grow in her heart. Ye Cheng's image in her mind gradually became more three-dimensional, more reliable...
The domineering CEO was fake, something from soap operas, but Ye Cheng was real, and right beside her.
Actually... the situation wasn't that serious.
Even if Tang Yuyao had been drinking while holding the steering wheel, the Tang family could have gotten her out. To put it simply... first trial: drunk driving; second trial: QQ account suspended for two days.
But having been out on her own for so many years, Tang Yuyao didn't want to rely on her family, otherwise they'd just nag her again.
The policewoman walked over from Ye Cheng with the red and blue testing wand and held it out to Tang Yuyao.
"Ma'am, good luck."
Tang Yuyao took a deep breath. Hmm... she would definitely be fine!
Blow!
"Beep beep beep!"
The instrument sounded, the indicator light lit up... red!
Ye Cheng: "..."
Tang Yuyao: "???"
The surrounding officers closed in: "Ma'am, please come with us."
...
Seaside City, Lin Corporation.
Lin Baizhi had unusually put on makeup today, and not light makeup either—it was smoky eye makeup, coming to work at the company like this.
Although Lin Baizhi appeared sickly and delicate, no one in the entire Lin Corporation would think that way. They had all been grilled by her before, feeling only fear and awe.
A sharp tongue, and a sharp heart!
Lin Baizhi sat in her private office dealing with the pile of accumulated company documents. Today's efficiency was much slower than usual; she was inexplicably distracted.
After who knows how long, Lin Baizhi finally put down the file in her hand. Her eyes turned red, a layer of mist covering her pupils, looking inexplicably wronged and pitiable.
"You just wait, sob sob... you wretched old maid, go back home!"
Lin Baizhi started off sounding utterly wronged, but her tone became decisive mid-sentence, carrying a fierce edge.
In Lin Baizhi's view, the Student Council President and the Young Miss were just playing "child's games." They weren't likely to get any real meat; kissing was probably the limit. A kiss... pfft, ridiculous. She wasn't jealous at all. She used to secretly kiss him while he slept often too. It was no big deal.
They were just eating her "leftovers," that's all. No big deal.
Although Lin Baizhi kept hypnotizing herself like this in her heart, her hands, constantly clenching tighter and tighter, harder and harder, had already betrayed her.
She would win. The winner could only be her, would only be her. Anyone standing in the way was an enemy!
Even the Student Council President and the Young Miss were no exception!
It wasn't time to make a move yet. Neither the President nor the Young Miss were fools. Acting openly wasn't feasible, nor was it likely to succeed, and even if it did, the effect wouldn't be significant.
Only attrition and checks and balances would work. And what a coincidence, the President and the Young Miss were roughly equal in strength in all aspects, perfect for wearing each other down. She just needed to guide things slightly...
For example, the recent "vote" appearing on the school forum was the result of Lin Baizhi's manipulation.
This was just an appetizer, meant to ignite the spark of conflict between the two. Then later...
It should have been a situation where one winner held all the cards, but then some shameless old maid stole the base. Lin Baizhi never expected that Tang Yuyao would set her sights on her brother!
What happened to her brother's special singlehood skills? How did they fail?
It seemed new developments were emerging again, but no change mattered anymore... Now, a certain old, single maid was about to go back home!
Old maids should just go home obediently and get set up on blind dates!!!
Stop eyeing other people's brothers, have you no shame?!!!
It sounded exactly like the words of someone who had lost their cool and exploded. Although Lin Baizhi thought things through clearly and had a transcendent temperament, the moment she remembered her brother was already "tainted" last night, tears uncontrollably streamed down Lin Baizhi's face.
Why did she have to be this useless little sister, sob sob... She wanted to have a defeat CG scene too, sob sob, she wanted to, sob sob...
...
At the same time.
The detention center.
"Go on back, kid. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." Tang Yuyao, locked up in the detention center, watched Ye Cheng with pleading eyes.
"Oh, okay." With that, Ye Cheng turned and left without a backward glance, quickly disappearing from the detention center.
Tang Yuyao: "???"
Seriously, dude!
You're just leaving, just like that?
Shouldn't you be saying something touching right now, some vow about sticking by me? How could you just walk away!
Damn it, you little brat, get back here! You came all this way to see me, how can you have the nerve to just leave like this? Waaah...
"Waaah... you jerk, just wait till I get out, you're dead meat... waaah..."
Tang Yuyao's eyes were red, clutching the bars pitifully as she muttered under her breath.
Buzz... Buzz...
Not long after Tang Yuyao was locked up, the police chief received a phone call.
"This is Tang Jianjun from the Western Theater Command. My sister..."
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
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?
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?!
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.
