In the luxurious hotel room.
All the strange objects in the room had been cleaned up by Ye Cheng, and the pink lighting had been restored to its normal color.
Ye Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Whew, finally done!"
This room was downright evil.
It might as well have been cursed!
Then again, considering the two lovebirds with thick accents who had checked in earlier, all fiery passion and no restraint, what kind of decent hotel would this be?
Shen Qinghan lay sprawled on the large bed, fiddling with her phone while clutching her rabbit-shaped smoking doll in her other hand, showing not a hint of discomfort.
This wasn’t what Ye Cheng had expected.
Shouldn’t this have been a shy, awkward night?
Something straight out of a tsundere script—"Baka, don’t look!"—wasn’t that how it was supposed to go?
But here was this scheming young mistress, acting like a seasoned pro.
Ye Cheng shook his head, clearing away the unnecessary thoughts. This wasn’t his business. He’d heard rich kids played wild games these days…
He wondered if his championship-winning jump rope skills from elementary and kindergarten days could still hold up against her!
Hearing Ye Cheng’s movements, Shen Qinghan propped herself up from the bed.
"Finished?"
"Should be. No stragglers left behind," Ye Cheng said, glancing around.
It was just one night anyway.
Ye Cheng’s philosophy was simple: as long as the bed wasn’t littered with "mysterious little gadgets," it was good enough for sleeping.
But alas, the scheming young mistress refused to settle—everything in sight had to be spotless. It had taken Ye Cheng a good half-hour to tidy up.
Shen Qinghan nodded. "Good. Then, goodnight."
With that, she put down her phone and claimed the entire bed for herself.
Ye Cheng: "…"
What a heartless woman.
He washed his face, freshened up a bit, turned off the lights, and lay down on the living room sofa, closing his eyes to sleep.
Only a couple of soft amber nightlights remained on in the luxurious room, casting just enough glow to not disturb sleep.
Before long, Ye Cheng’s eyelids grew heavy, and he drifted off.
Midnight.
Ye Cheng jolted awake, sensing something eerie nearby.
The moment he opened his eyes, a disheveled "female ghost" stood right in front of him.
Ye Cheng: "…"
"AHHH!!! A GHOST!!!"
His mouth hung wide open, his uvula wagging like a drumstick in a frenzied shake.
SMACK!
A crisp slap echoed through the room.
Confusion, but no brain damage.
"It’s me," came a familiar, icy voice, ringing in Ye Cheng’s ears.
His vision instantly cleared.
"Young Mistress, what are you doing up in the middle of the night?"
Ye Cheng exhaled in relief, clutching his poor heart as he stared helplessly at the scheming young mistress who had decided to scare him for no reason.
Shen Qinghan’s face flushed slightly.
After stammering for a while, she finally spoke.
"Go buy me some things…"
"Miss, do you realize it’s 3 AM? We have an 8 AM class tomorrow—this is lethal!" Ye Cheng groaned, exasperated.
These rich young ladies were truly a handful.
Demanding errands in the dead of night! He’d told her to eat more at dinner, but now she was hungry again…
Wait.
Hang on.
Ye Cheng sniffed the air, catching a faint metallic scent lingering around.
Ye Cheng: "…"
Oh.
He understood now.
Seeing his reaction, Shen Qinghan’s delicate face turned beet red, her usually cool eyes now flickering with discomfort.
Ye Cheng sighed. "Fine, fine. You win. Wait here."
Yawning, he dragged himself off the sofa, freshened up briefly, and headed out.
After hitting a few late-night stores and supermarkets, he returned with bags full of the requested items.
BANG!
He shut the door behind him, only to find the young mistress no longer in the living room. The bathroom door was closed, the sound of running water coming from inside.
"Young Mistress, I’m back. How do you want me to hand these over?"
Standing outside the door, Ye Cheng covered his eyes with one hand as he spoke.
Click.
The bathroom door cracked open. Shen Qinghan’s arm shot out, snatching the bags from his grip.
BANG!
Ye Cheng: "…"
Heartless woman.
Another yawn escaped him as drowsiness crept back in. He collapsed onto the sofa, ready to resume his interrupted sleep.
Sometime later, Shen Qinghan emerged from the bathroom in fresh clothes, her usually cold face now as red as a ripe apple—tempting enough to bite.
Glancing at the now-stained bed, she silently made her way to the sofa where Ye Cheng slept.
Moments later.
"AHHH!!! A GHOST!!!"
SMACK!
"It’s me."
Ye Cheng: "…"
Wait, had he been hit with a genjutsu?
This felt like déjà vu. Had he somehow fallen victim to Itachi’s illusions?
Clutching his thin blanket, Ye Cheng blinked sleepily at Shen Qinghan.
"What now, Young Mistress?"
"I’m sleeping on the sofa," she stated flatly.
Ye Cheng paused. "But I thought I was—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
Right. The bed was out of commission now.
Watching his last refuge being seized by the evil young mistress, Ye Cheng’s anger flared!
Why? Why must he endure such oppression? Just because she was high-status and ruthless, was he supposed to cower? Endless retreat would only invite further tyranny. The only way was to rise, to resist, to—
"Ten thousand," Shen Qinghan said calmly.
"Here, Young Mistress! Try this sofa—is the firmness to your liking? If not, I can add a couple more pillows!"
Ye Cheng rolled off his former territory at lightning speed, batting his "Kazilan big eyes" with an ingratiating smile.
Damn "money power"!
Thus, Ye Cheng was banished to the carpet, his belly covered by the thin blanket—because no matter what, the belly button must never be left exposed.
Good. Now, sleep.
...
Meanwhile.
At Great Sea City Noble Academy.
Inside Dongfang Zhixia’s private villa.
Her assistant was, as usual, organizing school-related matters for her young mistress.
The student council president had plenty to handle.
Unlike most schools, Great Sea City Noble Academy’s student council held real authority—even the principal couldn’t interfere with their decisions.
In a way, they held absolute power.
But with power came responsibility.
Among the many tasks was tracking students who failed to return to their dorms.
And here, on just the second day of the semester, someone had the audacity to stay out overnight.
What a bold challenge to the student council’s authority!
This is a blatant disregard for the school's rules and regulations!
We must make an example out of them and deal with this severely. Only then will the students understand that rules are meant to be followed, not ignored!
Yesterday, the number of students who failed to return to their dorms was zero, but today, it’s two.
One from the boys' dormitory and one from the girls' dormitory.
Ye Cheng and Shen Qinghan.
The assistant froze when she saw Ye Cheng’s name, her pupils contracting sharply. Her breathing quickened, and she grew visibly agitated.
"Miss! Miss! You can finally get your revenge!!!"
Clutching the list excitedly, the assistant rushed toward Dongfang Zhixia’s room. Her exhilarated, almost giddy voice echoed loudly across the entire first floor.
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?!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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."
