The Little Secretary's Secret Success: Customizing the President's Couple Edition Phone to Perfection

In the villa, on the sofa in the first-floor lobby.

Ye Cheng looked as if he had died with a remaining grievance, his eyes staring wide open. He was covered by his pitiful, drafty little blanket, his cheeks flushed red, and his fists clenched tightly.

"This is simply a bastard..." Ye Cheng wanted to cry but had no tears. Right now, he felt worse than if his own horse had died.

His phone had been confiscated by Dongfang Zhixia, the reason being that he was a bad influence on the Little Secretary. Furthermore, he was treated differently; because the Little Secretary was crying over there, Dongfang Zhixia felt bad and didn't take the Little Secretary's phone, only confiscating Ye Cheng's.

He didn't have a horse, but he really did have a phone!

Ye Cheng's only entertainment at night was watching brain-dead short videos on his phone. Now that he couldn't watch his brain-dead videos, wasn't this worse than his horse dying?

The moment his phone was taken away, Ye Cheng felt as if the sky had fallen. The world instantly lost its color, and he felt that life was meaningless. With a look of "living is fine, but dying is good too," he had been lying on the first-floor sofa, dead with his eyes open, for almost ten minutes.

He didn't even feel it when his face was pinched. It felt like the one living right now wasn't Ye Cheng, but a lump of rotting meat... The brain-dead short videos on his phone were his true body, and "Ye Cheng" was at best just a stand-in.

On the second floor.

Dongfang Zhixia was staring wide-eyed at the Little Secretary.

Today was a bit strange.

Usually at this time, the Little Secretary would have fallen asleep long ago. As long as she ate something, the Little Secretary would immediately close her eyes, kick her legs, and pass out... abbreviated as a carb coma.

Stuffed from eating too much.

Just a moment ago, Dongfang Zhixia had finished feeding the Little Secretary her late-night small cake. However, after eating it, the Little Secretary still looked very energetic. Her sparkling big eyes stared roundly at the brain-dead short videos recommended by Ye Cheng on the phone in front of her.

It was the classic series: one million chickens battling one hundred T-Rexes. The Little Secretary had only watched half of it before, and now she was catching up on the half she missed.

Dongfang Zhixia was right beside the Little Secretary, watching together with her. Then... Dongfang Zhixia was stunned into silence. A giant question mark appeared above her head—no, several question marks.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Dongfang Zhixia completely failed to understand the point of the video in front of her. Furthermore, chickens and T-Rexes were from completely different eras; how could they fight each other? There was absolutely no logic or meaning to it. Yet... the Little Secretary was watching it with great relish.

She had never seen the Little Secretary this serious even when studying. Dongfang Zhixia even saw a faint, eager look of desire to learn and desire to improve in the Little Secretary's eyes!

Dongfang Zhixia: "???"

What the hell is this?

Dongfang Zhixia was starting to doubt her life. She first looked at the brain-dead short video on the phone, then looked at the Little Secretary whose eyes were full of "wisdom," and finally couldn't help but speak.

"What's so good about this?"

The Little Secretary blinked. She was just about to tell her Miss that watching this could make her smarter, but she immediately remembered what Ye Cheng had instructed her earlier, saying that it wouldn't work if she told anyone else.

The Little Secretary pouted and shook her head: "Miss, I can't tell you about this. But Miss, you should watch more too, let's work hard together!"

The Little Secretary's chubby, baby-fat cheeks jiggled.

Dongfang Zhixia: "???"

Work hard?

Work hard on what?

Was there really anything worth studying and working hard on in this video?

What made Dongfang Zhixia the most angry was that the Little Secretary said she couldn't tell her. Was this... another secret she shared with a certain bastard? Was she an outsider now? Was she not allowed to listen?

This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. She had been completely unaware that the Little Secretary was tricked into going out today. If it weren't for the GPS tracker on the phone, they really would have gotten away with it.

Even after being caught, the Little Secretary remained tight-lipped, refusing to say a word no matter how Dongfang Zhixia interrogated her. It nearly angered Dongfang Zhixia to death. Their family's little idiot had been fooled, and she was probably the type to help count the money after being sold.

Who else could it be but Ye Cheng!

Despite Ye Cheng's retarded appearance, Dongfang Zhixia knew that it was just because his thinking was a bit scattered and different from normal people; he wasn't genuinely retarded. He was actually quite skilled at fooling people.

Even she couldn't handle a certain self-righteous problem child, yet Ye Cheng managed to sort it out in just two days. And you're telling me he's retarded?

There were times when Dongfang Zhixia really couldn't grasp what Ye Cheng was thinking or what he was going to do next, just like right now.

In Dongfang Zhixia's impression, the Little Secretary and Ye Cheng should have had bad blood. She had even bitten Ye Cheng before. Yet... in the blink of an eye, the two idiots were fooling around together!

Dongfang Zhixia knew exactly how the Little Secretary behaved. The problem didn't lie with the Little Secretary; it could only be a problem with Ye Cheng!

Unfortunately, Ye Cheng, just like Shiye, was a master at playing dumb.

As long as Ye Cheng didn't want to talk, Dongfang Zhixia had no way of coaxing any useful information out of his mouth. Since there was no way through Ye Cheng, she could only start with the Little Secretary. But... who would have thought that the Little Secretary wouldn't talk either!

If she didn't ask, it was "Miss, Miss, you're the best." If she asked, it was "Miss, look at that cow over there..."

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

Looking at her family's little idiot who was completely engrossed in the brain-dead short video, Dongfang Zhixia silently reached out, took the phone, and pressed the power button. Click... it turned off.

And then, the scene of the Little Secretary and the President staring wide-eyed at each other finally occurred.

Dongfang Zhixia wore a gentle smile on her face. "It's getting late, time to sleep."

The Little Secretary pouted. Normally, she would definitely plead for mercy or something, to see if she could look at the phone a little longer. But today she had done something wrong and got caught red-handed. The Little Secretary didn't dare say anything. She pouted, let out an "Oh," and nodded in agreement.

"Oh, okay, I understand, Miss. Goodnight, Miss..."

After the Little Secretary finished speaking, she pulled up her covers, closed her eyes, and began to sleep...

A minute later, the Little Secretary stealthily opened her eyes and cheekily peeked, only to meet the President's gaze directly.

The Little Secretary shuddered in fright and hastily closed her eyes. Seeming to feel that it wasn't enough, she pulled the little quilt over her head, muttering to herself.

"Miss, I'm asleep. I was fake sleeping just now, but now I'm really sleeping. I'm asleep now, I'm asleep..."

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

After keeping watch for a few minutes, the Little Secretary finally fell asleep for real. Dongfang Zhixia sighed and pulled down the quilt that the Little Secretary was clutching with both hands, otherwise she might have nightmares later.

The Little Secretary was already asleep. Her cheeks were chubby with just the right amount of baby fat, which didn't ruin her beauty but rather added a bit of cuteness.

"Sigh..."

Dongfang Zhixia looked at the sleeping Little Secretary and sighed. Her fingers gently stroked the Little Secretary's cheek as if she was pondering something.

"It really is too early..."

Dongfang Zhixia muttered to herself as she took out her phone and deleted all the blind date profiles her mother had sent her earlier. Some things were better left to take their natural course.

Who knows, maybe their family's idiot would meet the right person on her own?

She had always despised blind dates anyway, so for her to force their family's idiot to go on one—if that wasn't a double standard, what was?

She was still young anyway, and didn't eat that much. Better to keep raising her for a few more years... yeah.

After tucking the Little Secretary into the blankets, Dongfang Zhixia quietly slipped out of bed to see what a certain bastard was up to. As she got out of bed, she noticed the phone resting on the nightstand—the one she had just confiscated from Ye Cheng.

A "battle-damaged" phone.

Only then did Dongfang Zhixia realize that Ye Cheng's phone seemed to be an old model from several years ago. Being a bit battered was one thing, but the screen was actually cracked. Looking closely... did the crack look like a bite mark?

A bite mark???

Dongfang Zhixia frowned. "What a crazy woman, biting a phone."

Eldest Miss takes the blame +1...

Though she wasn't sure what kind of argument had broken out between Ye Cheng and the Eldest Miss, one thing was certain: Ye Cheng's phone had become the ultimate victim. Fortunately, there were only marks, and the screen wasn't leaking fluid or anything, so it didn't affect normal use and viewing.

Otherwise, Ye Cheng would have had to spend money buying parts online to replace the screen himself.

Yes... that's right, do it himself.

Phone parts could range from a few hundred to around fifteen thousand, and that was factoring in the model, chips, resistors, and other tiny internal structural components—only then could it cost over ten thousand.

In reality, a standard phone only had a few thousand parts. Even a Fruit phone only had two or three thousand. It was very easy to handle...

The only reason Ye Cheng's "commoner" phone had lasted this long was entirely due to his extreme modifications.

How did the saying go again?

Buy a "Brother Ji" phone after the college entrance exams, use it for four years of university, and you won't even need to look for a job after graduation—just go straight to work in their after-sales repair department.

Prolonged illness makes a doctor. It was the same logic.

From major issues to minor glitches, Ye Cheng's commoner phone had seen them all, and he had fixed every single one of them single-handedly. Otherwise, how did you think it survived for so many years?

It could still open several windows at once, scroll through videos, reply to messages, and play games... all thanks to his extreme modding!

Of course, as long as the phone was still usable, Ye Cheng didn't bother modding it. Saved another sum of money, woot!!!

Dongfang Zhixia felt a bit displeased. After all, everyone in the academy knew that Ye Cheng was her man. She was the dignified Eldest Miss of the Dongfang family, yet her man was using such a shabby phone. What did that look like?

Dongfang Zhixia imagined taking Ye Cheng to her father's birthday party in a few days, only for him to pull out this piece of junk and crouch in a corner watching mindless short videos...

Hardened. Dongfang Zhixia's fists hardened. She already wanted to beat a certain guy to death.

He was going to embarrass her in front of their entire social circle!

Holding the phone, Dongfang Zhixia called the Dongfang family's logistics staff.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

The call connected quickly.

"Eldest Miss, what do you need?" The Dongfang family's logistics personnel were on standby twenty-four hours a day.

"Prepare two phones for me, a couple's set, the latest model," Dongfang Zhixia said.

"Understood, Eldest Miss. They will be delivered in ten minutes!" came the respectful reply from the logistics staff on the other end.

"It's too late today. Make it tomorrow. Deliver them tomorrow morning." Dongfang Zhixia glanced at the sky outside and the time on the phone, then spoke after a moment of thought.

"Yes, Eldest Miss!"

She hung up the phone.

Holding Ye Cheng's battered, heavily modded commoner phone, Dongfang Zhixia stood at the top of the second-floor stairs to check on him, only to...

See Ye Cheng with lifeless eyes, looking as if he had "died with a lingering grievance." He was staring blankly at the ceiling, radiating a terrifying amount of negative energy from head to toe, looking like he no longer wanted to live.

Looking more miserable than if his own mother had died!

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."