Classroom.
"Is this the lunch you brought me?" Shen Qinghan asked calmly, staring at the mountain of chicken legs piled before her.
"Yeah, hurry up and eat while it's hot. It won’t taste as good once it cools down."
Ye Cheng nodded eagerly.
Shen Qinghan fell silent.
Clearly, asking Ye Cheng to bring food had been a mistake.
After the last incident with the "pork knuckle," Shen Qinghan had learned her lesson and specifically reminded Ye Cheng not to bring anything greasy.
And yet… here was this pile of braised chicken legs.
"Is this all there is?" Shen Qinghan sighed, closing her eyes as if resigning herself to fate.
Ye Cheng smirked mischievously.
"You’re underestimating me, Miss Shen. How could this be all?"
Shen Qinghan arched an eyebrow.
Under her watchful gaze, Ye Cheng pulled out a small transparent plastic bag from his pocket, filled with cherry tomatoes.
"Vegetables too! A balanced meal. Pretty thoughtful, huh?"
He wiggled his eyebrows, clearly fishing for praise.
Shen Qinghan: "……"
What had she even been expecting?
"Go wash these tomatoes," she said, suppressing another sigh.
The vending machine food was always too cold and bland.
No matter how unappetizing these chicken legs seemed, they were still better than the frozen junk from the machine.
Ye Cheng obediently grabbed the bag of tomatoes and scurried off to wash them.
A few minutes later.
Shen Qinghan picked up a glistening cherry tomato and popped it into her mouth.
With a gentle bite, the sweet and tangy juice burst forth, flooding her taste buds.
Her previously furrowed brow relaxed.
Noticing that Shen Qinghan had been eating only tomatoes and hadn’t touched the chicken legs, Ye Cheng seemed to remember something.
He rummaged through his seat for a moment before returning with a small square packet.
Shen Qinghan stared at it blankly, then squinted at the crooked foreign letters scrawled across it—likely from a certain peninsula country.
After a moment of thought, her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Ye Cheng, a hint of shock flickering in her gaze.
Before she could speak, Ye Cheng tore open the packet, revealing a pair of transparent gloves.
"Huh? Why are you looking at me like that?" Ye Cheng frowned, noticing her strange expression.
After a brief pause, a lightbulb went off in his head.
His eyebrows waggled suggestively as he smirked.
"Ohhhh~ Did you think this was… Ow!"
Ye Cheng yelped, leaping back as if electrocuted, his tongue flapping like a rattle drum.
Shen Qinghan remained expressionless, her chilling glare piercing through him.
"I didn’t. I knew they were gloves."
Ye Cheng: "……"
Do you even believe yourself?
If you really thought they were gloves, why’d you kick me?
The school uniforms were custom-made, and given the hefty budget, the quality was top-notch.
The girls’ black leather shoes alone cost over four figures.
That one stomp from Miss Shen had nearly shattered his foot. Brutal!
But it did prove one thing:
Even the icy mafia princess had a sense of shame.
Ye Cheng was certain that if he pushed further, he’d be turned into mincemeat.
"Gloves are gloves. No need to get so worked up…"
Grumbling under his breath, Ye Cheng rubbed his sore foot.
Shen Qinghan shot him another frosty look.
Ye Cheng immediately turned away, whistling innocently, his face screaming, "I know nothing, I said nothing."
In the end, the matter concluded with a soft "hmph" from Shen Qinghan.
She put on the gloves Ye Cheng handed her and finally started on the chicken legs.
Truth be told, the reason she hadn’t eaten earlier wasn’t disgust—it was the lack of utensils.
When Ye Cheng brought food, he literally just brought the food. No chopsticks, no forks, nothing.
Eating with bare hands was the only option. The pork knuckle yesterday had been the same.
The only difference was that today’s chicken legs were at least somewhat edible, unlike yesterday’s greasy disaster.
A mafia heiress tearing into a giant pork knuckle with her bare hands in the middle of class?
What a surreal sight.
It’d definitely trend online.
Yesterday, Ye Cheng had devoured two whole knuckles right in front of her.
Shen Qinghan, on the other hand, ate with refined elegance, chewing slowly and deliberately—a stark contrast to Ye Cheng’s ravenous wolfing.
"Do you like Dongfang Zhixia?"
Ye Cheng glanced around before tossing a tomato into his mouth.
"Who? munch munch Who likes the student council prez? munch munch"
Shen Qinghan: "……"
She crooked a finger, signaling him to come closer.
The two were seated in a secluded corner of the nearly empty classroom.
Not that anyone would dare stare—Shen Qinghan’s glare was terrifying enough.
Unlike Dongfang Zhixia, who wore her disdain openly, Shen Qinghan’s cold gaze alone made people squirm.
But Ye Cheng was immune. If anything, he found it thrilling.
Dragging his chair over, Ye Cheng leaned in.
"What’s up, Miss Shen?"
"Closer. Put your foot here."
She pointed to a spot beside her.
Confused but compliant, Ye Cheng obliged.
"Here?"
Shen Qinghan nodded. "Yes."
Ye Cheng placed his foot down.
Then—
Squish.
A small black leather shoe came down on his foot.
Shen Qinghan’s.
Ye Cheng: "……"
"Uh… Miss Shen, your shoe seems to be on my foot." He blinked innocently.
Shen Qinghan ignored him, repeating her question as if nothing had happened.
"Do you like Dongfang Zhixia?"
Before he could answer, the pressure on his foot intensified.
Ye Cheng: "……"
His foot hurt.
So this whole charade was just to step on him?
What a devious girl.
Unfazed, Ye Cheng kept his composure, even injecting a note of indignation into his voice.
"Chicken legs can be eaten carelessly, but words can’t be thrown around recklessly! Don’t think your status lets you slander me. Haven’t you heard? ‘A cornered beast will fight desperately!’"
Shen Qinghan gave no indication of whether she bought it. She simply picked up her phone, tapped a few times, and slid it toward him.
On the phone screen was a one-minute-long video.
Clicking play, the footage began to shake, accompanied by chaotic noise—clack, clack, clack—the crisp sound of high heels echoed through the auditorium...
"I WILL BE THE PRESIDENT'S DOG!!!"
What followed was Ye Cheng tearing off his clothes, entering his "second form."
The video captured none other than the scene of Ye Cheng's public confession during the freshman orientation.
Someone had recorded the entire thing.
Just moments ago, Ye Cheng had been seething with indignation. But now, with the evidence staring him in the face, his expression instantly cleared into one of pure innocence.
"You just said you’d spill blood within five steps?" Shen Qinghan calmly put away her phone, her gaze steady on Ye Cheng.
Ye Cheng blinked his "Kazilan big eyes."
"Ahaha, Miss Shen, how could you say that? That’s the act of a brute—what does that have to do with me, Ye Cheng? I’m no brute, I’m just a humble workhorse, ahaha..."
He forced an awkward laugh while scratching his head.
Shen Qinghan: "..."
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
