"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...
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
