The next day.
Ye Cheng yawned as he crawled up from the hotel carpet, glancing at the time displayed on his phone.
8:30 AM.
Hmm, this must be an illusion—how else could he wake up to something so horrifying?
"You're telling me I slept through morning classes?"
No way, this has to be a dream. Back to sleep, back to sleep…
Ye Cheng tossed his phone aside, pulled the thin blanket over his stomach, and shut his eyes again.
One minute passed.
Two minutes passed.
Three minutes passed…
Ye Cheng’s eyes snapped open.
This isn’t right!
Soon, a sharp, ear-piercing shriek echoed through the room.
"Young Mistress, stop sleeping! We’re late—no, we’re already late! Get up now!"
Ye Cheng scrambled to his feet and rushed to the sofa, trying to rouse the still-motionless Shen Qinghan.
As he approached, he noticed Shen Qinghan staring at him wide-eyed, completely still.
The icy chill in her gaze seemed to spread like frost.
"Eh? Young Mistress, when did you wake up?"
Ye Cheng blinked in confusion.
Shen Qinghan remained expressionless.
"7 AM."
"If you woke up at 7, why didn’t you wake me?" Ye Cheng asked, puzzled.
"Because I was woken up at 7 by your alarm," Shen Qinghan replied calmly, though her clenched fists betrayed her true feelings.
She was about to throw hands.
Ye Cheng: "???"
At 7 AM, Shen Qinghan had been deep in slumber when Ye Cheng’s blaring "Phoenix Legend" ringtone jolted her awake—maximum volume, relentless for five whole minutes.
Somehow, it didn’t wake Ye Cheng.
Shen Qinghan became the sole victim in the room.
Ye Cheng quickly interjected, "Wait, that can’t be right. I set five alarms! Usually, I’m conscious by the third one. Why didn’t I hear any today?"
Shen Qinghan: "…"
Silently, Shen Qinghan crooked a finger at him.
"Come here."
"Huh? Oh, okay." Ye Cheng obediently shuffled over.
The moment he did, the black-hearted young mistress launched a sneak attack!
Both hands clamped around his neck.
Her cold, steady voice whispered in his ear:
"Five. You set five alarms."
Shen Qinghan had been driven to the brink of insanity. By the third alarm, Ye Cheng had indeed stirred slightly—only for Shen Qinghan to slap him back into unconsciousness.
Already hobbled by a sprained ankle and further debilitated by her period, Shen Qinghan was practically drowning in negative buffs.
She’d planned to endure it quietly.
But Ye Cheng’s subsequent alarms grew increasingly outrageous, until she couldn’t take it anymore and shut them all off in one go.
She couldn’t fathom why anyone would set a Buddhist chant ("Great Compassion Mantra") as their alarm tone.
Was he trying to perform her last rites at dawn?
By morning, Shen Qinghan’s rage meter was maxed out—all thanks to Ye Cheng. He should’ve woken up much earlier, even without the five alarms.
Ye Cheng had one final failsafe: his biological alarm clock.
When someone consistently wakes at the same time, they often rise without external cues.
But Ye Cheng’s last line of defense—his internal clock—was snuffed out by Shen Qinghan’s slap.
Knocked out cold.
So, rather than oversleeping, Ye Cheng had been unconscious until now, courtesy of Shen Qinghan’s palm strike.
While Ye Cheng was still puzzling over his "oversleeping," the actual culprit had been awake for ages.
"Die already," Shen Qinghan said with a frosty glare.
Even when delivering such "venomous" lines, her tone remained eerily flat—cold yet oddly adorable.
Ye Cheng stuck out his tongue, making exaggerated gagging noises as he played along with the black-hearted young mistress’s revenge.
Finally, after a long moment, Shen Qinghan released him with a disdainful huff.
"No more setting so many alarms," she warned, narrowing her eyes dangerously.
"Young Mistress, today was just an accident. We won’t be sharing a room in the future—ahem, what I mean is, I’ll turn them off right away!"
Ye Cheng had been about to argue further, but one look at Shen Qinghan’s murderous glare made him reconsider.
Under her watchful eye, Ye Cheng disabled four of his five alarms.
Only his favorite—the "Great Compassion Mantra" alarm—remained.
Shen Qinghan: "…"
A hollow victory.
"Alright, Young Mistress, you must be feeling awful right now—can’t walk properly, desperate to get to class, right?"
Ye Cheng crouched in front of her, oozing servility.
"Vehicle detected. Please board!" he announced in a robotic GPS voice.
Shen Qinghan: "…"
Great Sea City Noble Academy.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway.
Ye Cheng supported the injured Shen Qinghan as they entered the classroom.
A familiar scene: the same middle-aged teacher from yesterday stood at the podium.
Old Man!
The Old Man had spotted Ye Cheng multiple times, each time swallowing his words and replacing them with praise.
"This student’s dedication is commendable, repeatedly assisting his classmates. Go ahead and take your seats. If you have questions later, don’t hesitate to ask after class."
The Old Man wore a kindly expression.
Had Ye Cheng not memorized the student handbook, he might’ve fallen for the act.
Tardiness was a serious offense at Great Sea City Noble Academy—accumulate enough strikes, and you’d face suspension or expulsion.
Since when were they this lenient?
Only because the Old Man feared being diced into mincemeat by the black-hearted young mistress. Spineless coward!
"Take it slow, Young Mistress," Ye Cheng fawned, practically offering his back as a stepping stool.
The Old Man’s eyelid twitched visibly, his mouth quirking.
This guy’s on another level.
With Ye Cheng’s assistance, Shen Qinghan smoothly returned to her seat.
The entire process was seamless—not a single hitch. Not even a whisper from their classmates.
They knew better than to gossip about the icy, terrifying young woman who spoke little but acted decisively.
Cross her in the morning, vanish by afternoon.
Rumors about Ye Cheng and Shen Qinghan’s "special relationship" had already begun circulating, but only in hushed tones.
And after today—Ye Cheng escorting her again—their connection seemed all but confirmed.
"Young Mistress, don’t you think everyone’s staring at us? Is it because I’m handsome?"
Ye Cheng whispered while fishing out a small mirror (adorned with an ad for a men’s health clinic) to admire his reflection, stroking his smooth chin.
Truly, a man enchanted by his own beauty.
Shen Qinghan: "…"
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."
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
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?!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
