"President Dongfang, munch munch... what did you summon this humble one for, munch munch..." Ye Cheng spoke while devouring crab meat, addressing Dongfang Zhixia across from him.
Then.
Slap!
"You jerk! Spit that out—that's meant to nourish the young mistress!" The furious voice of the assistant secretary rang out from the side.
The flustered assistant had been laboriously cracking crabs nearby, placing the meat on a plate for her mistress to enjoy later. But every time she peeled one, Ye Cheng snatched it away. Finally, in frustration, she moved the plate right in front of Dongfang Zhixia—surely he wouldn’t dare steal from there now?
And then... the assistant was left utterly dumbfounded.
Ye Cheng calmly picked up his chopsticks, reached toward Dongfang Zhixia’s plate, scooped up a hefty chunk of crab meat, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Munch munch.
Who even invented this stuff?
Absolutely divine!
No wonder the rich loved indulging in lobster, abalone, and king crab—this stuff was legit delicious!
Silky, savory, amazing—couldn’t get enough of it!
Ye Cheng feared Dongfang Zhixia, but the assistant? Not a shred of respect.
She looked downright foolish.
And conveniently, among Ye Cheng’s few virtues were bullying the weak and preying on the defenseless.
The strong must mercilessly trample the weak!
Dongfang Zhixia had remained silent since arriving, her delicate hands interlaced beneath her chin as she rested her head on them, watching Ye Cheng eat with an unreadable gaze.
She had assumed he would stop once he noticed her staring.
But no—Ye Cheng didn’t even flinch. He kept eating, drinking, even shamelessly digging into her bowl.
Was this bastard a starving ghost in his past life or something?
Suppressing her fury, Dongfang Zhixia forced a chilling smile.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"Nah, munch munch... just helping you finish it, munch munch... no need to thank me..."
Ye Cheng’s chopsticks moved faster, not just targeting the crab but also raiding the assistant’s bowl, leaving no scrap untouched.
The assistant could only watch in horror as the food she had painstakingly picked out vanished into Ye Cheng’s mouth, her eyes welling up with tears.
"You thief! Stop! That’s mine, waaah..."
Panicking, she covered her bowl, trying to shield it from Ye Cheng’s relentless chopstick assaults.
Ye Cheng, now lounging with a toothpick between his teeth, patted his bloated stomach.
"Pretty much done here. What’s the point in covering it now?"
The assistant froze, then peeked under her hands—only for Ye Cheng to strike again, snatching a fat sea cucumber and shoving it into his mouth.
Evidence destroyed on the spot.
She stared blankly at her half-empty bowl. She had failed to protect anything.
Ye Cheng shook his head. Such a simple trick, and she fell for it. Her IQ needed serious work.
The assistant hugged her ravaged bowl, looking utterly defeated.
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
How could someone be this stupid? Infuriating!
She seethed with frustration. After all this time by her side, how had the girl learned nothing? Letting herself get bullied like this?
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Dongfang Zhixia finally flashed a smile that sent a shiver down Ye Cheng’s spine.
"You didn’t return to your dorm last night, did you?"
Ye Cheng’s heart dropped.
Crap. Got too carried away. Forgot the dumb assistant’s boss was a force to be reckoned with.
He hastily spat out the toothpick, adopting an innocent expression, batting his "Kashlan big eyes" at Dongfang Zhixia.
"President Dongfang, as the saying goes, even monkeys fall from trees. This was just my first offense, a rookie mistake. Couldn’t you...?"
Blink blink blink.
Ye Cheng kept fluttering his lashes, hoping to awaken whatever shred of mercy remained in the young mistress’s heart.
Just let him off this once.
"So you want me to let this slide?" Dongfang Zhixia arched a brow.
Ye Cheng nodded eagerly.
"Hah. You really think that’s possible?"
Dongfang Zhixia tilted her snow-white neck slightly, her gaze turning haughty, her voice dripping with condescension.
The scene transported Ye Cheng back to their first encounter days ago.
"If everyone who knows me comes begging for leniency after breaking school rules, what’s the point of having regulations? The handbook might as well be toilet paper."
"So no room for negotiation?" Ye Cheng’s tone shifted.
Dongfang Zhixia’s eyes narrowed. "What, are you threatening me now?"
Her voice took on a dangerous edge.
Noticing the change in Ye Cheng’s demeanor, Dongfang Zhixia smirked, realization dawning.
"Oh, don’t tell me you’re counting on your dear Miss Shen to bail you out?"
"Let me save you the trouble. Student council affairs are under my jurisdiction. Even if she’s the Shen family heir, her reach doesn’t extend this far into academy matters!"
Her confidence was absolute, her gaze challenging as she waited for fear or pleading to appear on Ye Cheng’s face.
But there was none.
Ye Cheng remained unshaken.
Dongfang Zhixia frowned.
What was wrong with this guy? Wasn’t he worried about expulsion?
Then Ye Cheng set down his chopsticks, reached into his pocket, and after some rummaging, pulled out a stick of bubblegum.
He unwrapped it leisurely, popped it into his mouth, and chewed.
Munch munch.
The entire sequence was smooth, almost theatrical. Dongfang Zhixia watched, baffled, as Ye Cheng took his time.
Finally, when the flavor faded, Ye Cheng seemed to transform.
The playful grin vanished.
"Were you waiting for me to grovel?"
Dongfang Zhixia’s frown deepened.
Thud. Thud.
Ye Cheng leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and planted his feet right on the dining table.
The picture of arrogance.
"Keep dreaming!"
"Life’s short—thirty thousand days if you’re lucky. You think I’ll kneel for some worthless diploma or job?"
"You pampered noble girls have too much time on your hands. I earned my place here through merit, not your charity!"
"As long as I, Ye Cheng, draw breath, I’ll stand tall—relying on my hands, my brains, never on Dongfang Zhixia’s pity. Even if this school kicks me out, I’ll thrive regardless."
"Being born lucky is a skill—I’ll give you that. You just happened to start ahead. But mark my words..."
"Unless you hire a hitman to run me over, one day, I’ll have you beneath me."
After Ye Cheng finished speaking, Dongfang Zhixia remained silent, not uttering a word. The young secretary beside them was utterly stunned, even forgetting to protect her bowl. She never expected Ye Cheng to have such guts!
But was that really the case?
[Task completed. Rewards have been issued. Please check, Host.]
The cold, mechanical voice of the system echoed in Ye Cheng’s mind, sending a chill down his spine. Damn it, you wretched system! This time, you’ve really screwed me over!
Dammit!!!
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