"How much money did they embezzle!"
Tang's Mother looked at the door that shattered at a touch, unable to help but sigh. She had seen shoddy construction projects before, but never one this bad.
Shouldn't this kind of thing be done behind people's backs?
Isn't this just rubbing it in our faces?
Are people this bold nowadays? Doing such things so blatantly?
Tang Yuyao: "..."
"Mom, is there a possibility that the door is just broken?" Tang Yuyao said, slightly speechless. The screws and hinges of the door were cracked and deformed. It wasn't like this when she came over earlier, so how did it end up like this now?
"That can't be, it was perfectly fine just now... No, wait, this door is just broken!" Tang's Mother seemed to realize something and instantly changed her tune, muttering something with a sneaky look on her face.
If the door was fine just now, wouldn't that mean she broke it?
Breaking things means paying for them!
So, this door was already broken! It was a shoddy construction project!
While Tang Yuyao and her mom were stuck at the door arguing over whether it was broken or just shoddy construction, Ye Cheng, who was inside the room, silently turned off the brain-dead short video playing on his phone and shoved it under his pillow.
He also put the respirator and heart rate monitor he had just taken off back on.
He had finally entered combat mode.
In this "playing the weakling" mode, there was a chance to trigger critical hits and dodge bad luck. It couldn't be more suitable for a vulnerable group like him; he loved it!
If he wasn't afraid of being beaten to death, Ye Cheng would have loved to just carry his bed board out for a stroll. That way, whenever he was about to get elbowed by the President and the eldest miss in the future, he could just enter "weakling mode" to keep himself safe!
With a quick transformation, Ye Cheng once again reverted to that half-dead, "weak" appearance he had used to cheat Tang Yuyao out of her tears earlier.
The difference was that this time, the older leftover woman with whom he had a "lip friendship," who now knew everything, wouldn't fall for it again. She had already lost all her face earlier, with no dignity left inside or out. She was now a "woman without fear"!
Just kidding, she was an ostrich...
Tang Yuyao had noticed Ye Cheng's gaze early on. Now she was sitting on pins and needles—or rather, standing on pins and needles. She felt itchy and uncomfortable all over, her heart pounding and accelerating as if it were going to jump out of her chest.
Stop looking, you brat!
Tang Yuyao could only relieve her stress now by talking to her mom.
It was exactly like how boys in school, when encountering their crush, would shoulder-throw their best bros to show off their "manliness." Unfortunately, Tang Yuyao wasn't a sports student, nor did she have that certain anatomy, otherwise she would have definitely showed off her "manliness" a couple of times.
To mask her awkwardness, and the fact that her toes were curling so hard they were about to dig through the floorboards.
She tried her best to pretend she didn't care, but in reality, her heart had entirely drifted over to Ye Cheng. Her conversation with her mom was also somewhat absent-minded, explaining things incoherently.
the little nephew was very sly. He glanced at his grandmother, then quietly slipped his hand into a bag of oranges and started peeling one to eat.
Mmm, sour and sweet, so delicious!!!
"The show was over." Even though Tang Yuyao was reluctant to face him, they had already come all this way, and it wouldn't be proper to stay outside forever. At the same time, she was afraid of being looked down upon by Ye Cheng... What if this brat thought she liked him?
He's just a mere brat, heh.
"Daughter, is it him?" Suddenly, Tang's Mother lowered her voice and leaned in close to her daughter's head with a sneaky look.
Tang Yuyao: "..."
Tang Yuyao's face flushed red: "Mom, I don't understand what you're talking about..."
Tang's Mother nodded: "Mhm, so it is him. Let's go."
Tang Yuyao: "..."
Her daughter's little thoughts were seen through at a glance!
Tang's Mother carried the oranges she had bought outside, a kind smile on her face, and walked in, placing the oranges on the nightstand closest to Ye Cheng.
"Child, can you hear me?" Tang's Mother asked with a smile.
Ye Cheng played dead with no reaction.
Tang Yuyao: "..."
After a good while, Ye Cheng finally woke up with "hindsight," still starting with his standard battle cry: "Cough, cough, I can hear you. Grandma, what can I do for you? Cough, cough..."
Grandma???
Tang's Mother: "..."
The kind smile on Tang's Mother's face instantly froze. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly saw the wrinkles on her hands and the special mottled marks left by the passage of time, and the words caught in her throat.
Her oldest grandson was even quite a bit older than Ye Cheng. Calling her grandma really wasn't wrong, but for some reason, she just couldn't be happy about it.
Beside her, Tang Yuyao also looked slightly embarrassed. Indeed, compared to a normal family, her mother was already at the age of a grandmother. In their family, she was considered a child born in her mother's old age.
It seemed to remind Tang Yuyao once again that the age gap between the two of them was a wide chasm. Tang Yuyao's eyes dimmed considerably; she really was an old cow...
She didn't want it to be like this either. When she was in college, a certain brat was still in elementary school...
Ye Cheng looked closely, his gaze jumping back and forth between Tang Yuyao and Tang's Mother. The two were practically carved from the same mold. Plus, in an inconspicuous corner, there was this little... Fourth Brother?
Instantly confirming the identity of Tang's Mother in front of him, his brain spun rapidly as he adjusted his wording.
"Cough, cough, Auntie, please don't mind me. The anesthesia hasn't worn off yet, and my tongue is a bit tied. Auntie, you are the most beautiful elder I have ever seen!" Ye Cheng's tone was sincere, his true feelings showing, and his eyes looked like they could speak.
If it weren't for the fact that he was still a "patient," he would have scrambled up to offer two toasts.
This instantly pulled the slightly derailed atmosphere back on track. The inexplicable gloom in Tang's Mother's eyes gradually faded, replaced by joy.
She knew better than anyone what she looked like. She had one foot in the grave, and being called grandma was perfectly fine, but Ye Cheng's words were just so pleasant to the ear.
Although she knew Ye Cheng was just coaxing her, she didn't mind at all. With the added identity of being the person her daughter liked, the cheap compliments of the past turned into "words from the bottom of his heart"!
Sounds good, loves to hear it!
Spot on!
Instantly, Tang's Mother beamed with joy and stepped forward to hold Ye Cheng's hand: "Child, what are you saying? Auntie is getting on in years, hahaha..."
"Not at all, Auntie. You look like you're just in your early fifties. Could you be forty?" Ye Cheng asked uncertainly.
The smile on Tang's Mother's face grew even wider: "Hahaha, you child, you only know how to say these things to coax me. Auntie is not young anymore, not that young, but it's not far from what you said, hahaha..."
"Really? I can't tell at all. Auntie, you're not tricking me, are you?"
"Hahaha, no, honestly, my eldest son is already..."
Tang Yuyao: "..."
The two chatted intimately, getting familiar with each other in just a few sentences, making Tang Yuyao look like an outsider, sitting awkwardly on the side by herself.
"Auntie, chomp chomp, who is this guy, chomp chomp... is he your boyfriend?" the little nephew said while peeling an orange and chewing loudly, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on Ye Cheng.
This guy's sweet-talking skills seemed to be even better than his own. His grandma had been totally won over by him. A true master!
The little nephew's voice was neither loud nor soft, but it was just loud enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly... and the main takeaway was: Auntie, is this guy your boyfriend?
Tang Yuyao: "!!!"
At a speed visible to the naked eye, Tang Yuyao's face flushed bright red all the way down to her neck. The final protective "bubble" had been completely popped by the little nephew's casual question!
To make matters worse, the two people who had been chatting so happily suddenly stopped in unison and looked over in her direction.
Tang Yuyao: "..."
She didn't want to live anymore. She just wanted to drop dead right then and there...
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?!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
