Ding-a-ling.
The morning classes ended as the bell rang, and students streamed out of the classroom toward the cafeteria.
Ye Cheng leaned against the windowsill, his eyes filled with envy as he watched the students heading downstairs for lunch.
He was so desperate that he almost considered jumping out the window.
In stark contrast to Ye Cheng’s impatience was the unhurried demeanor of the mafia princess beside him.
Shen Qinghan was tidying up her desk, a task made slightly more cumbersome since she only had one free hand.
Why only one hand?
Because the other was busy gripping Ye Cheng’s sleeve to prevent him from bolting like a crazed bullfrog, as he had done before.
This time, she had grabbed him five minutes before class ended—gentler than before, at least.
No stepping on him this time.
Ye Cheng was moved to tears.
The young mistress really cares!
Of course, it would be even better if she let go of his sleeve.
As for why things had come to this…
It was because every time Ye Cheng brought back food, there was always some kind of problem, leaving Shen Qinghan thoroughly exasperated.
The cafeteria was a fair distance from the classroom building, and Shen Qinghan didn’t want to make the trip back and forth—too much hassle. Besides, her foot injury hadn’t fully healed yet, and she needed to rest as much as possible.
Driven to the brink by Ye Cheng’s unreliability, the mafia princess had no choice but to take matters into her own hands.
"Alright, let’s go," Shen Qinghan said calmly, eyeing Ye Cheng.
She spread her arms slightly, ready to climb onto his back.
Ye Cheng crouched down, and Shen Qinghan hopped on.
Her crutch was unceremoniously abandoned—Ye Cheng was far more useful.
Though it wasn’t their first time doing this, Ye Cheng still couldn’t help but feel a little flustered when the ruthless young mistress climbed onto his back.
So soft~
Shen Qinghan carried a faint, inexplicable fragrance—not perfume, but something natural, mixed with a subtle scent like that of a stuffed doll.
It was so subtle that only someone as close as Ye Cheng could detect it beneath the light aroma.
After a few steps, Ye Cheng suddenly stopped.
Shen Qinghan frowned. "I didn’t tell you to stop."
"Uh, Young Mistress, I have a question—well, actually, I’m not sure if I should ask," Ye Cheng said hesitantly.
"Then don’t," Shen Qinghan replied flatly.
Ye Cheng: "…"
Ignoring her, he continued anyway.
"Young Mistress, don’t you think this is a little… too intimate? What if people start talking—"
Shen Qinghan fell silent for a moment.
"It’s fine. I don’t care about things like that."
The innocent have nothing to fear.
Shen Qinghan had always been aloof, never fitting in with her peers—not because of her status, but simply due to her personality.
As a result, even as an adult, she had no friends.
Her family was so worried that they sent her to school in hopes she’d make some close companions.
Even if those "friends" only approached her for money or status, it didn’t matter—her family had plenty to spare. What they lacked was a single genuine friend for their daughter.
Her self-assured nature meant Shen Qinghan was never swayed by gossip.
As for those who pestered her relentlessly… well, they could always be fed to the dogs.
Ye Cheng blinked, then clarified:
"Ahem, Young Mistress, I think you misunderstood. What I meant was—I’m a pure, innocent young man who hasn’t even found a girlfriend yet! If rumors start spreading, how am I supposed to—"
Shen Qinghan: "…"
After listening for a while, she finally understood.
Ye Cheng hadn’t stopped out of concern for her reputation—he was worried about his own.
Her silence was deafening.
As Ye Cheng rambled on, Shen Qinghan wordlessly wrapped both hands around his neck.
And squeezed.
"GAAAH—!! (tremolo)"
Ye Cheng’s tongue flapped like a drumstick, swaying wildly.
A few minutes later…
From the sea of students, a frenzied bullfrog burst forth!
Moving at breakneck speed!
With Shen Qinghan on his back, Ye Cheng weaved through the crowd like lightning, reaching the front of the line in the blink of an eye.
His speed was so absurd that even Shen Qinghan was stunned.
The wind howled in her ears—whoosh, whoosh!
She had to shut her eyes and cling tightly to Ye Cheng just to avoid being flung off.
In less than two minutes, Ye Cheng had covered nearly a kilometer—while carrying Shen Qinghan.
The gym teacher would’ve been impressed!
The current world record for the 1000-meter dash is two minutes—and that’s without extra weight.
Meaning, Ye Cheng could’ve easily crushed professional middle-distance runners at the Olympics.
Once they reached the cafeteria, Ye Cheng finally slowed down, giving Shen Qinghan a chance to catch her breath.
Her long, flowing hair was now a windswept mess.
She stared at him, baffled.
What… was that just now?
Too fast.
Ye Cheng didn’t stop at the cafeteria—he just reduced his speed slightly.
His goal was clear: the "Love Window" on the second floor.
Tucked away in the most inconspicuous corner, the Love Window was a tiny, solitary counter, standing in stark contrast to the bustling food stalls around it.
With practiced ease, Ye Cheng pulled out a single coin.
Clink!
He slapped it onto the counter with the flair of a domineering CEO.
"Young Mistress, order whatever you want—my treat!"
He flashed a roguish grin, then… dug out another coin from his pocket.
Shen Qinghan: "…"
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Cafeteria, Third Floor.
"Young Mistress, the doctor said you need to eat more nutritious food to recover faster," the assistant muttered, piling sea cucumbers onto a plate with a pair of tongs.
The plate was practically overflowing.
Dongfang Zhixia: "…"
"Enough already! If I eat this much, my uric acid levels will skyrocket!" She massaged her temples, sighing in exasperation.
Just as she was about to scold her airheaded assistant, a familiar voice caught her attention.
"Damn, 8,888 for a crab? What, does this thing evolve or something?!"
Like a country bumpkin, Ye Cheng pressed his face against the display window, eyes wide at the gourmet dishes prepared by the five-star chefs.
The cafeteria had three floors.
The first and second floors weren’t much different—just overpriced food. The only reason Ye Cheng frequented the second floor was the Love Window, where meals were dirt cheap.
As for the third floor?
Ye Cheng had never been allowed up before. He’d tried once, but they checked IDs or something.
Today, thanks to the ruthless young mistress, he finally got his chance.
Shen Qinghan didn’t even need to show any identification—the people at the entrance didn’t dare to stop her, greeting her with nothing but reverence.
However, a little mishap occurred during this time.
Ye Cheng left Shen Qinghan in the stairwell and then ran to the entrance, practically dancing right in front of the guards’ faces.
This was the price of looking down on others!
Now that he was the lapdog of the ruthless young mistress, his status had risen accordingly. No longer the same as before, Ye Cheng was here for revenge!
"Hey, I’m in—hey, I’m out—hey, I’m back in—hey… ow!"
After just a few rounds of shameless taunting, Ye Cheng was swiftly disciplined by Shen Qinghan, earning a fresh lump on his head.
"Done gawking? What do you want to eat?"
Shen Qinghan’s cool voice cut through the air.
Ye Cheng’s mouth watered as he pointed at the giant crab priced at 8,888: "Young Mistress, I want this one! How dare they charge so much? It’s definitely packed with shady additives. For the sake of your health and safety, it’s only right that I risk my life to test it first!"
Slurp, slurp…
Shen Qinghan: "…"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
