The mall.
Inside a men's luxury clothing brand store.
Tang Yuyao sat on the sofa. Beside her stood a large group of sales assistants holding clothes and waiting. Right in the center stood Ye Cheng, looking thoroughly bored.
It didn't actually have to be this boring, but unfortunately, Ye Cheng's phone had been confiscated by Tang Yuyao. She promised to return it only after they finished shopping.
She did this, naturally, to prevent Ye Cheng's brain from completely smoothing out.
Otherwise, he would end up embarrassing her again in front of so many people.
Ye Cheng's rabbit pajamas had already been stripped off by Tang Yuyao. That shameful rabbit skin had made her lose all face!
Currently, Ye Cheng was wearing a men's black slim-fit shirt, meant as a base layer or for shaping. However, because Ye Cheng's figure was too good—sturdy as a calf—the slim-fit shirt ended up looking like a tight compression shirt.
Block by block, his abs and pecs were clearly visible. The eyes of the salesgirls holding the clothes were completely glued to him.
A figure just like the Tianyu Tyrant.
They probably never expected that Ye Cheng, with his pretty boy face, would be so well-built under that rabbit skin. It was just... wow!
Normally, Tang Yuyao would be possessive and highly dislike the prying eyes of the surrounding women. But today was different. Today, Tang Yuyao had lost all her face and desperately needed to win back some pride.
Simply put, she needed to satisfy her vanity right now.
Feeling the envious gazes of the other women around her... Hahaha!!!
It was no exaggeration to say that if people weren't watching, Tang Yuyao would probably have turned into Venom, unable to stop laughing.
The more sighs and shocked gazes there were around her, the more thrilled Tang Yuyao felt. She was taking back everything she had lost, with interest. It was a fiercely satisfying boost to her vanity.
"This one is fine, keep it." Tang Yuyao pretended to inspect it for a moment, nodded, and lightly tapped her finger, indicating they should keep the shirt that cost nearly six figures.
"Understood!" The salesgirl, somewhat excited, placed the shirt on the sofa nearby, then went to pack a brand new shirt of the exact same style, placing the packaged item beside Tang Yuyao.
Big and small, there were already several such packages beside Tang Yuyao.
The more she bought, the higher their commission. This was why so many salesgirls were excitedly lining up with clothes. As long as Tang Yuyao liked something, they would earn a very handsome commission.
Tang Yuyao's request upon entering the store was for them to pick out and recommend clothes suitable for Ye Cheng.
Even if she had good taste, it definitely couldn't beat these salesgirls who spent all day immersed in the clothing store. Since that was the case, she just skipped the selection process entirely.
Of course, this was absolutely not to satisfy her own vanity, absolutely not to feel the envious gazes of the salesgirls, absolutely not...
Ahem.
Anyway, it definitely wasn't.
Tang Yuyao continued picking out clothes, while Ye Cheng stood there obediently acting as a clothes hanger. Why was he being so well-behaved? Perhaps it had something to do with his phone being confiscated, as well as suffering two sets of "iron teeth and bronze fangs."
In short, there were a few extra bite marks on the back of his head, which still hurt a bit now. He had no choice but to behave.
"This is fine, keep it."
"This... seems a bit old-fashioned, no."
"This looks a bit..."
About half an hour later, the two finally left the store after finishing their clothes shopping. Ye Cheng was carrying various large and small bags. At the same time, to prevent a certain bastard from sneaking back to use the "seven days no reason return" policy, Tang Yuyao directly cut off all the price tags.
This left Ye Cheng with absolutely no room to maneuver. Of course, she still needed to patch up any remaining loopholes.
"I've taken photos of every piece of clothing here. Next time I tell you to wear one out, if you can't produce it... Hehe." Tang Yuyao paused here, giving Ye Cheng a cold sneer.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Damn it, these rich young ladies were all craftier than monkeys!
Ye Cheng had completely given up. He had originally planned to list them on a second-hand website to sell, but his move was predicted. Sigh...
Just the large and small bags on Ye Cheng added up to nearly seven figures. When Ye Cheng saw so much money being spent, he had to pinch his philtrum for quite a while just to barely stand steady.
Absolutely terrifying!
Damn Celestial Dragons, I'll personally...
Now that they had clothes and shoes, it was time to get Ye Cheng a watch. Preferably a low-key one, around seven figures should be about right?
"What brand of watch do you like?" Tang Yuyao thought for a moment and decided to ask for Ye Cheng's opinion. After all, it was a major item, even if it didn't cost that much money.
"Little Genius, it can talk and take pictures..." Ye Cheng pondered very seriously, rubbing his smooth chin, and finally came up with the answer "Little Genius."
Tang Yuyao: "..."
"Thump!"
A few minutes later.
Tang Yuyao and Ye Cheng got out of the car, arriving at one of the most prosperous commercial streets in Sea City. There were even more luxury goods here, with annual rents starting at seven figures.
"Rolex is too old-fashioned, Patek Philippe leans a bit feminine..."
In the end, Tang Yuyao still gave the choice to Ye Cheng. Of course, it wasn't completely free choice, otherwise a certain bastard would pull another stunt on her. He had to choose from a few specific brands.
Finally, Ye Cheng chose Richard Mille.
"This one isn't bad... Although your reason for picking this is definitely different from what I'm thinking, I'll still listen to why you chose it." Tang Yuyao nodded. While the watch wasn't very low-key, it suited a young person well.
"This one has the most buttons and gears. The others have too few, looking like they're for money laundering. Although this one also tricks idiots into buying it, at least it gives more parts so I can take it apart and put it back together later..." Ye Cheng blinked, looking perfectly "innocent."
Tang Yuyao: "..."
"Thump!"
"You prodigal! If you dare take it apart, I'll take YOU apart!" Tang Yuyao gritted her teeth, glared at Ye Cheng, and then grabbed him by the collar, dragging him toward the Richard Mille store.
"Hello, welcome to Richard Mille. How may I help you..."
A few minutes later.
In the car heading back to the hospital, Ye Cheng was fiddling with his "rich people IQ tax harvester" like a simpleton. There were quite a few buttons, and just as Ye Cheng had said, studying them one by one could keep him entertained for a long time.
In the future, when he was bored in class, he could dismantle the watch and then put it back together...
Tang Yuyao, meanwhile, was fixing Ye Cheng's hair while sending a message to her fourth brother. After receiving a reply, Tang Yuyao put her phone away and focused on styling Ye Cheng's hair.
If time had permitted, Tang Yuyao would have wanted to find someone to professionally style Ye Cheng's hair, making him look even better.
But... forget it.
It wasn't like he was meeting her parents, so there was no need to make it so grand. Making do with this would be fine...
Ye Cheng's outfit from head to toe was a walking seven-figure sum. He never imagined in his life that he would be worth so much money; it was like receiving a premium trial card for the elites!
Outside the hospital, the car came to a steady halt.
Click.
The car door opened, and Tang Yuyao's silver-white high-heeled sandals stepped out first, making a crisp sound as they hit the ground. Ye Cheng followed closely behind, carrying bags of all sizes as he trailed after her.
"Did you remember everything I just told you?" Tang Yuyao asked, still feeling a bit uneasy.
"Remembered, boss!" Ye Cheng blinked at Tang Yuyao, looking inexplicably unintelligent.
"Thump!"
"Remembered, Yuyao!"
"Thump!"
"Remembered, Yaoyao!"
"Thump!"
"Remembered, Mommy!"
Tang Yuyao: "???"
"Thump, thump, thump..."
After a good bout of beatings, they finally made it back. The damn elevator was full again, so they had to take the stairs. But this time, because Ye Cheng was there, Tang Yuyao wasn't very tired.
She was carrying the bags of all sizes, and Ye Cheng was carrying her on his back. Well... very fair.
Ye Cheng: "..."
"Alright, alright, put me down. Carrying so many things has exhausted me..." Seeing that they had arrived, Tang Yuyao lightly pounded on Ye Cheng's head, signaling him to put her down.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Silently, Ye Cheng drew a tally mark on his little notebook of revenge for Tang Yuyao, giving her the same treatment as the President.
"Remember now, don't call me Dr. Tang. I'm your girlfriend, and you're my boyfriend..." She went on to give a bunch of instructions again, making Ye Cheng feel a bit sleepy just listening to it.
"Lastly, you know, Little Cheng... if you mess this up and I get dragged off to blind dates and pressured into marriage... I'll drag you down to hell with me!" Tang Yuyao said gently.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Sometimes he really wanted to call the police.
After finishing her threats and confirming there were no issues, Tang Yuyao finally pulled Ye Cheng toward the ward where Wang Defa was staying.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
"Click."
"Brother, I'm back," Tang Yuyao took the initiative, pushing the door open and loudly announcing her arrival.
The three people in the room were currently staring at a phone, studying something. Wang Fugui was even clutching his belt, as if preparing to unleash its seal. At Tang Yuyao's shout, all three of them looked over simultaneously.
First at Tang Yuyao, and then at the dazzlingly handsome Ye Cheng following behind her, dressed like a wealthy young master.
Wang Defa was taken aback when he saw Ye Cheng's appearance. Why did he feel like he had seen him somewhere before?
He looked at Ye Cheng, then at the post on his phone. He zoomed in on the photo, made a comparison, and then held the phone up next to Ye Cheng's face.
"Holy crap, it's the incubus!!!"
Wang Defa gasped sharply in astonishment.
Tang Yuyao: "???"
Ye Cheng: "..."
Wang Fugui: "!!!"
Tang Shouye: "Holy crap, it really is!"
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."
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
