The President's Heartfelt Joy, "Sister Lin's" "Counterattack" Begins

"Sir, are you okay?"

"Sir, your face is so red..."

"Sir, can I touch your face?"

Ye Cheng: "..."

The little secretary's curious voice continuously elbowed Ye Cheng's eardrums and his very smooth brain. Now his head was buzzing a bit.

Why was his little face so red?

Because it's kind...

Alright, it was actually because he had just been elbowed by the President.

"Touch my foot! You have no conscience at all. Hamster, you're fired!" Ye Cheng was holding a cotton swab and a small round mirror, with a jar of medical alcohol in front of him, wiping his face.

Hearing that a certain Hamster, who was one of the main culprits, was actually taking pleasure in his misfortune, Ye Cheng immediately got angry. This time, he didn't just get a little mad in a fit of rage; he actually fired the little secretary!

He deprived the little secretary of her qualification to "become smart"!

The little secretary blinked her clear, sparkling big eyes and used her smart little head to think for a moment...

"But Sir, even if you fire me, I've already mastered the method to become smart..."

Ye Cheng: "???"

As if struck by lightning, Ye Cheng looked at the idiot Hamster in front of him with a face full of disbelief... Damn it, what kind of joke is this? Since you're a Hamster, just be a good little idiot!!!

Why did the Hamster suddenly become smart? She even managed to self-teach the first lesson of a master and disciple: "forgetting one's roots." This was Ye Cheng's unpassed secret. He originally wanted to hold something back, but the Hamster learned it directly!

Fuck!!!

Visibly, Ye Cheng was overheating with rage.

"Hamster, you're fired!" Ye Cheng roared loudly.

"Oh..." The little secretary pouted and let out a soft "oh," not looking very sad at all.

Ye Cheng: "..."

"Don't even think about me taking you out to eat anymore!" Ye Cheng gritted his teeth, pronouncing each word clearly.

"Wuwuwu, no, Sir, don't fire me, wuwuwu..." The little secretary, who had just looked like "it's fine," instantly slid to her knees. Looking pitiful, she hugged Ye Cheng's hand and begged for mercy.

"It's too late. I'm telling you, I've got a lot of pent-up fire right now!" Ye Cheng snorted coldly.

The little secretary drooped her head and pouted, seemingly trying to think of a solution. Very quickly, a giant lightbulb appeared over the little secretary's head and lit up!

The little secretary let out a silly giggle, then leaned on Ye Cheng, pouted her lips, and started blowing air.

"Phew... phew, phew..." The little secretary's cheeks puffed up, quickly deflated, puffed up again, and deflated again, repeating the cycle.

Among the many feasible solutions, the little secretary chose the strategy that would generate the most comments, adopting a "physical firefighting" approach. Just look at how serious the little secretary was right now.

If Ye Cheng's "fire" was still burning too high later on, she would probably resort to Water Release and spit on him a few times...

Ye Cheng: "..."

You fucking...

The expression on Ye Cheng's face became highly exaggerated, his facial features turning sharp and angular, veins popping on his forehead. His ugly mug was fully displayed, almost turning into the exact same expression as Kizaru... Hamster, I've tolerated you for a long time. You've been provoking me from the very beginning!

Even though her collar was grabbed by Ye Cheng, the little secretary was still blowing air vigorously, hoping that once Ye Cheng's fire subsided, he would continue to take her out to eat delicious food like today.

Facing Ye Cheng's ugly mug, the little secretary had a look of...

Little secretary: "(๑°⌓°๑)"

With this expression, she was still trying hard to blow air.

Ye Cheng: "..."

It seems I really have to teach you a lesson today!

Ye Cheng sneered, instantly possessed by the Crooked-Mouth Dragon King. Then, he pinched the little secretary's chubby, baby-fat cheeks with both hands and pulled them to the sides vigorously, turning her face into dough.

"Do you know you're wrong?! Hmm? Speak, Hamster, I'm asking you a question. Why are you looking behind me? Is there something dirty behind me? You..."

While bullying the little secretary, Ye Cheng spoke with extreme "disdain," sounding very cocky. Suddenly, seeing the shadow cast over the little secretary, Ye Cheng's pupils shrank, and his heart skipped a beat.

Silently, Ye Cheng let go. A standard "Tom Cat" big white-toothed smile appeared on his face. As he spoke, he gently rubbed the little secretary's cheeks right where he had just pinched them.

"Hahaha, Hamster, your skin is really nice. You've been taking good care of it. I want to learn too, can you teach me..."

After finishing his disclaimer, Ye Cheng "casually" turned his head and "unexpectedly" discovered the President standing behind him since who knows when, putting on a "shocked" expression.

"Ah, President, when did you get back? Oh, right, what brand of face mask does the Hamster usually use for skincare? Could you let me know? I want to do some skincare too..."

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

Pat, pat... Silently, Dongfang Zhixia placed both hands on Ye Cheng's face and started pulling his cheeks, just like how Ye Cheng had bullied the little secretary moments ago.

"Darling, I can tell you, but could you also tell me why your skin is so thick, hmm?" Dongfang Zhixia enunciated each word clearly, wearing an incredibly "gentle" smile on her face.

Ye Cheng: "..."

Gulp. Ye Cheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Hahaha, maybe it's talent!" Ye Cheng scratched the back of his head very modestly, looking "a bit embarrassed."

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

"Thump!"

"Thump, thump, thump..."

"Ah! Stop hitting me, President, I was wrong..."

"Stop right there! How long have I been gone, and you're already bullying this idiot! Did you do anything else to this idiot when I wasn't around?!"

"Ah? I'll admit to the rest, but President, I won't accept you slinging mud at me in the chaos!"

"Oh, then explain why this girl's belly is so big."

"..."

"Thump, thump, thump..."

"Ah..."

The little secretary blinked her clear big eyes, sitting on the bed looking not too smart. She watched her young miss and the "Sir" engaging in a freestyle brawl on the second floor. Dongfang Zhixia held a pillow in her hand, chasing after Ye Cheng.

And she was in dual-wielding mode!

Throwing elbows back and forth with her left and right hands, Ye Cheng ran wildly around the second floor. Every two steps, he would get hit on the head like in a game of Whack-A-Mole. Every two steps, he'd take a hit. The two of them maintained this balance for several minutes.

Eventually, Dongfang Zhixia was the first to run out of stamina. But she was unwilling to just stop like this, so she simply prepared to jump onto Ye Cheng to carry out an exercise called "continuous precision strikes."

But Ye Cheng ran faster than a rabbit. Pouncing over like that carried a high risk of falling. The little secretary sitting in a wheelchair alone was already ridiculous enough; if the two of them ended up in wheelchairs together, it would be hilarious.

Dongfang Zhixia thought for a moment, and then...

"Ah..."

Hearing the miserable scream of the President from behind, Ye Cheng froze. His heart skipped a beat as he turned his head to look. However, he found that she had not fallen or gotten hurt as he had imagined.

She was perfectly fine. In fact, she had sped up. Wearing the triumphant smile of a victor, Dongfang Zhixia pounced on Ye Cheng.

Fuck!!!

So shameless! To think she would use such a dirty trick!

Then... Ye Cheng performed a combat roll, dodging her sneak attack, and then... continued running for his life!

Nigerundayo!!!

Dongfang Zhixia: "???"

Dongfang Zhixia missed her target. A massive question mark seemed to pop up above her head as she stared in disbelief at Ye Cheng, who had already bolted quite a distance away.

Was that something a human could even do?

Ye Cheng's rolling motion was too perfect, exactly like a dodge mechanic in a video game. From the perspective of Dongfang Zhixia and the little secretary, Ye Cheng had literally flickered, in the physical sense of the word.

Jokes aside, it looked as if the real world had dropped a few frames. It was absolutely ridiculous!

He totally just used a skill!

How is that even fair?!

Silently, Dongfang Zhixia picked herself up from the floor. She glanced at the bruise on her knee, narrowed her eyes, and her sharp, delicate voice echoed through the villa.

"10, 9, 8, 7..."

She was starting a ten-second countdown!

A countdown of death.

While the little secretary was still wondering why her lady had started a countdown after failing to catch him, Ye Cheng had already sprinted back around the corner at top speed, ultimately rolling to a stop right in front of Dongfang Zhixia.

Ye Cheng scratched his head, his face plastered with an obsequious smile. "Hahaha, Madam President, look at you getting all worked up. I was just messing with you, hahaha..."

Dongfang Zhixia narrowed her eyes. "Squat down."

Ye Cheng: "..."

"3, 2..."

I'm squatting, I'm squatting!

I'll squat down, okay?!

These days, even a strong, independent woman like the President could not escape the spoiled temper law of noble young ladies. Ugh, damn it all, he wanted to be a privileged elite too!

Ye Cheng obediently squatted down, and Dongfang Zhixia hopped onto his back, wrapping both arms around his neck. It was the exact same piggyback posture as the Eldest Miss!

Truth be told, Dongfang Zhixia had wanted to do this for a long time. Apart from being piggybacked by her father when she was a child, she had never been carried like this by any other man.

Dongfang Zhixia would never allow anyone to touch her so intimately. Furthermore, as she grew older, appropriate boundaries between father and daughter had to be maintained; even her own father was not allowed to carry the President anymore. But... the appearance of a certain bastard perfectly filled that void.

Of course, there was an even more important reason. If a certain self-righteous girl had already done this, why couldn't she?

Likewise, Dongfang Zhixia's current behavior was just another manifestation of the spoiled temper of noble young ladies that Ye Cheng had summarized. They were perfectly fine until they felt the need to compete with one another, and they would only learn their lesson once they ended up throwing themselves into the fire.

That was how it always played out in TV shows and anime, anyway...

"Stand up." The corners of Dongfang Zhixia's lips curled up as she began issuing orders, controlling her personal robot.

Looking utterly helpless, Ye Cheng obediently stood up. Compared to before, the sensation of their contact felt different this time, it was not quite as soft as before... Still, wasn't it a bit inappropriate for the two of them to be cuddling and hugging like this?

Before Ye Cheng could dwell on it any further, Dongfang Zhixia's next command arrived!

Dongfang Zhixia initiated system docking, her hands reaching out to grab Ye Cheng's ears, one on the left and one on the right. "Head downstairs. Go outside the villa."

Ye Cheng: "..."

"Madam President, it is getting so late. It is already past bedtime for good little boys, and I consider myself a very good little boy, so I should..." Ye Cheng muttered quietly to himself, attempting to awaken whatever shred of conscience Dongfang Zhixia had left.

"Hmm?" Dongfang Zhixia raised a delicate eyebrow, her tone laced with displeasure.

Ye Cheng immediately spoke with absolute righteous fervor: "I should complete your orders as quickly as possible, Madam President, and then go be a good little boy!"

"Mhm, let's go. Cut the chatter."

Seeing Ye Cheng change his tune, Dongfang Zhixia nodded in satisfaction. Mimicking the Eldest Miss from earlier, she lightly tapped Ye Cheng on the head with her hand... Start!!!

Ye Cheng: "..."

Every single one of them! Why did they never pick up any good habits, and only ever learn the bad ones?!

In a fit of rage, Ye Cheng was furious for a brief second, and then obediently headed downstairs... Silently, Ye Cheng made another note in his little black book of revenge under the President's name. No, wait, he added a whole five-stroke tally mark!!!

Carrying Dongfang Zhixia on his back, Ye Cheng left the second floor, descended to the first floor, and ran out onto the lawn outside the villa. And then... they began a happy session of horseback riding!

A corporate workhorse was still a horse!

It was unclear whether the horse was happy or not, but Dongfang Zhixia, who was riding the horse, was absolutely thrilled. Her eyes sparkled with joy. The contrast between her current blissful state and her usual haughty, condescending expression was like night and day... It was genuine, heartfelt happiness!

The little secretary lay all alone in her bed, gazing out the window. A glimmer of longing appeared in her eyes... She kind of wanted to try it too...

...

Meanwhile.

Far from the downtown area of Dahai City, near a remote, low-cost public housing complex.

A large squad of bodyguards lay in ambush in the surrounding alleys. The path was lined with slices of luncheon meat, crispy instant noodles, sausages, and various other snacks...

The large group of people seemed to be waiting for something to arrive.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, a massive, fat, poop-yellow mutt with folded ears appeared.

"The target has appeared. Commence operation!" a bodyguard signaled into his transceiver before switching it off.

Little by little, the fat, poop-yellow mutt wandered right into the center of the ambush. Suddenly, a large group of bodyguards emerged, completely surrounding the dog!

Da Huang was happily munching on a mouthful of crispy instant noodles, chewing away with loud crunching sounds. But the moment he looked up... his entire world came crashing down.

Da Huang: "???"

"Move in!!!"

"Awoooo!!!"