The little secretary looked pitiful, pleading with Ye Cheng in a meek voice not to tell the young lady about her biting him, carefully tugging at his clothes.
The little secretary was so pitiful, so adorable, and her attitude of begging for forgiveness was so sincere. Anyone who saw her would soften their heart and forgive her.
This move was especially effective against the President, you could say it was a critical hit. For the President, it was super effective, making her utterly unable to resist such a pitiful little secretary.
As for Ye Cheng...
The strong should mercilessly humiliate the weak!!!
Ye Cheng reached inside his clothes, fumbled around, and pulled out a "three-no" white cigarette with no branding, putting it in his mouth.
Where's my lighter?
Ye Cheng searched for a while, only to realize his lighter was gone... seems like he left it at the hotel earlier.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Whatever, it was just something he took from someone else anyway. Lost is lost, no heartache over it.
Ye Cheng pulling out a cigarette now was mainly to act cool, especially in front of the little secretary, to increase his own "intimidation factor." If the person in front of him were the President or the young lady, Ye Cheng wouldn't have the guts to do this.
Although he never asked, judging by the demeanor of the young lady and the President, they probably wouldn't like things like cigarettes.
Having carried the young lady for so long and having been in close contact with the President so many times, even holding her and taking a bite... Ye Cheng was quite certain that neither the young lady nor the President had any history of smoking.
Strictly speaking, what Ye Cheng had in his hand couldn't even be called a cigarette... what kind of cigarette has no nicotine?
It was another, more advanced substance, a premium product that could replace nicotine. Smoking a bottle of iced tea-flavored cigarette was no different from taking a sip of iced tea.
For Ye Cheng, this thing was purely for showing off. Oh, wait, no, this thing could actually be quite useful sometimes. When hungry at night, you could "draw a pie to satisfy hunger"...
Any flavor you want, even the President and the young lady...
Silence, you fiend! All evil shall be brought to justice (horse stance, military boxing, determined and sharp eyes)!!!
He, Ye Cheng, is sworn enemies with gambling and drugs!
But Ye Cheng quickly let it go. No lighter? Fine. With the little secretary's intelligence, which was about on par with a Labrador's, he could still put on the act even without a light.
Ye Cheng held the cigarette in his mouth, putting on a "this is tough" expression as he spoke: "Hamster, you're making this really difficult for me..."
Ye Cheng furrowed his brows. The little secretary was momentarily stunned upon hearing "hamster." She looked around and, realizing she was the only one there, finally understood that the "hamster" Ye Cheng mentioned was referring to her.
"I'm not a hamster, hmph..." The little secretary puffed up her cheeks, glaring at Ye Cheng. Her already slightly chubby face looked quite hamster-like from the side, and now... even more so.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Silently, Ye Cheng took out his phone and snapped a picture of the little secretary's current puffed-up face.
Click!
After taking the photo, Ye Cheng started operating his phone.
"Here, look." Ye Cheng put the phone in front of the little secretary and began "super editing," manually photoshopping the picture of her into a hamster.
In less than half a minute, the little secretary had completely transformed into an anthropomorphized cute hamster, her puffed cheeks looking as if stuffed with food. Even the little secretary herself was stunned upon seeing it.
Huh... it really does look like her?
Is she really a hamster?
Before the little secretary could take a closer look, Ye Cheng flipped his phone back to the previous photo of his bite mark: "Do you have anything else to say in your defense now, you little hamster spirit!"
The little secretary shrank her neck, pouted, lacking confidence: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Please forgive me, okay?... Please, I'm begging you..."
The little secretary's pitiful look would have already melted the President's heart. Whatever the little secretary did wrong, it would be forgivable.
But... sorry to say, Ye Cheng has a heart harder than steel. The more pitiful someone is, the more excited he, Mr. Ye, gets, hehehe...
"Sorry?"
"How much is 'sorry' worth? If 'sorry' worked, what would we need the police for?"
Ye Cheng put on a mean and sarcastic expression. The little secretary, her lips quivering, didn't dare to speak anymore. Her hand tugging Ye Cheng's clothes tightened a bit more, seeming at a loss.
She had never experienced a situation like this before.
In the past, whether at home or by the President's side, as long as she sincerely apologized, she would be forgiven. But... it seemed that didn't work with Ye Cheng?
Ye Cheng also seemed to realize the little secretary wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, so he began to "hint" at her.
"Ahem, as you can see, I've suffered such a serious injury. Don't you think you should... show some consideration?"
He left it at that, not continuing further, just rubbing his thumb and index finger together... money, money.
The little secretary blinked her beautiful big eyes, her pupils full of confusion... She didn't get it. But should she not let on that she didn't understand?
She remembered her young lady once said that when you encounter something you don't understand, just shake your head first. Although she didn't know why, the little secretary did just that, shaking her head.
Seeing the little secretary not taking the bait, Ye Cheng instantly "flew into a rage," once again showing his ugly mug as he looked at her: "In that case, don't blame me for telling the young lady about this!"
The little secretary was so scared the flesh on her body trembled. She hurriedly hugged Ye Cheng's arm and began to plead: "Wuwuwu, please, I beg you, don't tell that fierce young lady, wuwuwu..."
Ye Cheng nodded: "Mm-hmm, I've recorded that sentence too. I'll hand it over to the young lady along with the rest later."
Little secretary: "???"
For the first time, after leaving the President's side, the little secretary felt the treacherous nature of human hearts... She had been very well protected by the madam at home before. After leaving the Li family and seeking refuge with the President, the President took over the madam's role, similarly protecting the little secretary very well.
Today, the little secretary was sort of lured away by Ye Cheng, in a sense exploiting a loophole, a gap in the President's protection.
Away from the President's shelter, the naive little secretary discovered that it was "raining" everywhere outside... no, wait... it was hailing, being relentlessly elbowed by Ye Cheng, one trap after another. She was already dumbfounded.
Having deeply experienced the treacherous nature of human hearts, one wrong step leads to another, the little secretary, feeling utterly wronged, started crying directly. Plop, plop, tears slid down her slightly chubby face.
Drip, drip... falling to the ground.
"Wuwuwu, young lady, waaahhh, young lady, aahhh..." The little secretary, feeling immensely wronged, wailed at the top of her lungs, her mouth wide open, her little tongue visible, swaying like a rattle-drum.
Ye Cheng: "???"
Seriously, dude? Crying already?
You really have zero resilience, huh?
Are you made of cotton candy or something?
Originally, Ye Cheng just wanted to "bully" the little secretary a tiny bit. After all, he wasn't some villain; at most, he'd "step on her a couple of times" and consider the matter closed. But who would have thought? The little secretary simply couldn't handle even a little bit of hardship.
She started wailing right away, crying her heart out. If the President heard that sound, without a doubt, Ye Cheng would be wrapped up like a dumpling filling. As for why... go explain it to the President in her "furious" state!
The little secretary's crying sent Ye Cheng into a panic. He was terrified the President would pop out from some random corner. He looked left and right—no one around. The third-year students hadn't arrived to register yet. Only then did Ye Cheng let out a sigh of relief.
"Stop crying. Look, I deleted the video and photos."
Ye Cheng took out his phone and deleted the evidence he had just recorded, along with the audio. Unfortunately, the little secretary didn't even glance at it. She just kept wailing at the top of her lungs, as aggrieved as a child who's hundreds of months old.
"Waaah boo-hoo, Young Miss, waaah boo-hoo..." Not only did the little secretary cry, but she also grabbed onto Ye Cheng's clothes while sobbing, as if making sure the President would know exactly who the culprit was if she showed up later.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Dammit, why is she locking on?!
Chasing to bite?!
Ye Cheng's supreme brain began to whir, calmly strategizing how to escape this dead-end situation. The more critical the moment, the more one must not panic... Think, think... What does this dumb hamster like? She likes... she likes food!
The clouds parted, and Ye Cheng had a sudden epiphany!
"Hamster, I'll treat you to something delicious!"
"Waaah boo-hoo... Hic..." The little secretary sniffled, seemingly having caught the keyword in Ye Cheng's sentence, and forced herself to stop. Her red-rimmed almond eyes looked at Ye Cheng.
But soon, she started crying again: "Waaah boo-hoo, you're such a bad guy, waaah... You're definitely lying to me, boo-hoo..."
Ye Cheng: "???"
That's not right, how did this hamster gain intelligence?
Don't even say it, but seriously, Ye Cheng had indeed been lying just then. Asking Ye Cheng to treat someone to a meal, to spend money? That was like asking for his life!
For others, the saying goes, 'you can eat anything, but you can't say anything.' But for Ye Cheng, it's the opposite. You can say anything... and you can also eat anything!
Little Secretary: "Waaah boo-hoo, Young Miss, waaah boo-hoo..."
Ye Cheng: "..."
Ye Cheng: "I'll treat you to a hand-pulled pancake..."
Little Secretary: "Waaah boo-hoo... I want two... sniffle, sniffle... waaah..."
Ye Cheng: "???"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
