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: "???"
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.”
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."
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
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?
