As the saint rises a foot, the demon rises tenfold; The Wife's Little Scheme

Hearing this.

The restroom fell quiet once again. Dongfang Zhixia looked toward the door, her pupils shrinking... Why was her mom here too?

Not only was Dongfang Zhixia confused, but Ye Cheng, who was enduring the pressure inside the stall, was also on the verge of breaking down. This restroom was like a monster spawner, constantly spawning elite bosses.

It gave him the feeling that if he didn't die here today, he wouldn't be able to leave. This was too damn messed up!

Dongfang Zhixia's expression shifted. She no longer had any intention of continuing her fight with Shen Qinghan; she needed to deal with her mother first.

She knew all too well that she was being attacked from both sides. Not only did her family not support her, but even the idiot she had raised for so many years...

The situation couldn't be allowed to get any worse!

If her mother found out that Ye Cheng was currently in the women's restroom, right in the stall in front of them, her already poor impression of Ye Cheng would become even worse.

She couldn't guarantee anything else, but the label of pervert would definitely stick.

If he wasn't a pervert, why would he be in the women's restroom?

While she was distracted, the eldest miss seized the opportunity, exerted her strength, and viciously headbutted the President's talents.

Bang, or rather, it should be a duang sound...

Manually annotating the sound effect: since it didn't hit bone, it naturally wouldn't make a dull thud. Of course, if the one being hit was a certain flat-chested pink-haired little cockroach, then pretend this sentence was never said—there definitely could be a sound effect.

Dongfang Zhixia: ...

Hiss... You! Dongfang Zhixia gasped, glaring at Shen Qinghan.

The two of them were in a very delicate position, maintaining a posture where the eldest miss was on the bottom and the President was on top. Because the eldest miss wasn't strong enough, she had been constantly suppressed.

Even though her fighting style was incredibly fierce and dealt true damage, her base stats were just too low. Facing even Sister Lin would be a life-and-death crisis for her.

Being able to fight the President to this extent was already an extraordinary performance.

Dongfang Zhixia first cast a cold, annoyed glance at a certain problem child she had pinned against the stall door, and then glanced at Ye Cheng beneath the door, who hadn't said a word and was merely enduring the pressure, trying to muddle through, lower his presence, and escape this ordeal...

Bang!

Unable to swallow her anger, Dongfang Zhixia gritted her teeth and headbutted her back, then released her grip on the eldest miss and picked up the knife from the floor.

It's nothing, just getting some exercise while going to the restroom, Dongfang Zhixia said without looking back, pulling her mother—who was still standing at the door looking somewhat dumbfounded—outside.

Uh, Zhixia, slow down. Friends shouldn't fight. Zhixia, listen to Mom, use a little less force, you're hurting Mom...

Su Su's pitiful complaining could continuously be heard from outside.

However, how could the gentle married Madam possibly be a match in terms of martial prowess for her strong, robust, and perfectly healthy daughter?

Compared to others, the President maintained her dominance even in her own family. Whether her mother was willing or not, she forcefully dragged her away to prevent any unexpected complications.

Many issues arise from dragging things out; she understood the principle that delays bring trouble better than anyone!

The reason she took the knife away was entirely because she wasn't sure if the eldest miss would chase after her and try to stab her again.

The President originally thought she had seen through this certain self-righteous problem child. Although her brain wasn't quite normal, she was at least still within the realm of human behavior, knowing what could and couldn't be done.

At least she would have a bottom line.

Things like stabbing someone with a knife were, in Dongfang Zhixia's eyes, things that simply shouldn't be done. Yet, Shen Qinghan had actually slashed at her!

Dongfang Zhixia: ...

The saying that empiricism kills people was never just a casual remark; it truly did kill. Although... Dongfang Zhixia suspected that even if she hadn't dodged just now, Shen Qinghan wouldn't have actually stabbed her and done any real harm.

But she couldn't afford to gamble!

In her judgment, Shen Qinghan would absolutely never use a knife to stab her. Since she had already exceeded her expectations once, how could she gamble again?

It wasn't that Dongfang Zhixia was particularly afraid of pain or anything, but that this kind of thing left scars!

Girls all love beauty. Previously, when chasing Ye Cheng on the back mountain, she was bitten by a snake, and Dongfang Zhixia had spent nearly seven figures on repairing and beautifying the wound.

It was a rather terrifying number. As long as money could solve it, it was fine, but the problem was that some scars couldn't be fixed.

If she had really taken a knife just now and been left with a scar, she would go crazy!

She is not my friend, and we weren't fighting. We were just exercising. Stop talking and let's go... Dongfang Zhixia's tone brooked no argument.

Amidst Su Su's complaints, the voices of the mother and daughter completely faded away. The restroom fell silent once more, but Ye Cheng felt no sense of relief. Instead, his little heart started pounding violently.

The danger level had increased exponentially compared to before.

Suddenly, Ye Cheng felt the door he had been holding against the pressure lighten. A question mark appeared above his head, and he felt his death approaching. In a daze, he could already see a giant grim reaper standing in front of him, raising a massive scythe and swinging it!

Clang!

The restroom stall door next to Ye Cheng's rattled.

Ye Cheng: ???

Open the door, Shen Qinghan said coldly, her speed of kicking the door not slowing down in the slightest. It was time to settle the score.

Du Wanyi was about to turn into a meme, pressing her body desperately against the door, her forehead covered in sweat and her face deathly pale. She wasn't doing much better than Ye Cheng in the next stall.

Stop kicking, boo hoo hoo...

Who, who is it? I'm using the restroom. If you keep kicking the door, I'm going to scream...

A delicate female voice suddenly came from inside the stall, making Ye Cheng freeze. A giant question mark appeared above his head, and his eyes were filled with shock.

Awesome, Madam! You can even change your voice!

Ye Cheng shook his head. Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now. The eldest miss already knew everything. Just wait for death, Madam... I'll be taking my leave first!

Ye Cheng held up his stall door, still maintaining his previous posture, while frantically analyzing the forces in his brain, looking for things he could use in the restroom, starting a super assembly.

Ultimately, he silently removed the toilet seat cover and wedged it against the door panel in his hands. This would create the illusion for the door-kicking eldest miss outside that he was still honestly staying in the stall and hadn't run away.

The Madam next door could hold out for a few more minutes, which was more than enough!

Having planned out the specific process of selling out the Madam, Ye Cheng sprang into action!

Everything went smoothly. Ye Cheng successfully climbed up the nearly three-meter-high stall partition, preparing to escape. If nothing unexpected happened, he would gain his freedom in half a minute... It was just a pity that if nothing unexpected happened, he wouldn't be worthy of the name Ye Cheng.

Where are you going, Little Chengcheng? Are you going to abandon me! The tone was filled with bitter heartache.

Du Wanyi's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to be heard by the Eldest Miss who was kicking the door outside. Silently, the Eldest Miss stopped kicking and began to back away, pulling her gaze back to a sufficiently far distance.

A distance... just right to see Ye Cheng climbing over the partition. Just like that, she watched quietly. The two stared at each other across a distance of one or two meters, one up, one down.

The air grew inexplicably quiet.

Ye Cheng: "..."

Damn it, Madam, you...

Ye Cheng put on a mask of pain. He climbed down the exact same way he climbed up, obediently rolling back to the back of his pit, putting the toilet lid he had used for his super assembly back in place, and continued to cling to the toilet partition with both hands.

Once again returning to the classic stress-resistant state from earlier.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Ah, no, I was wrong, Little Hanhan, please let me off this once, woo woo woo, I'm still so young, go stab Doudou instead, okay, woo woo woo..."

Du Wanyi pressed against the door, crying a river, and sold out Brother Doudou without hesitation. If the Eldest Miss were holding an axe right now, it would probably turn into the toilet version of The Shining.

With every kick, Du Wanyi let out a ghostly wail, and Ye Cheng in the adjacent stall would shudder. The two of them trembled like quails, sharing a miserable sense of knowing they were going to die but having no way out.

No one was getting away!

"Huh?"

After listening for a while, a question mark popped up over Ye Cheng's head. Was it his illusion, or did the sound of the Eldest Miss kicking the door seem to be getting quieter, like she was running out of strength?

Or was the Eldest Miss's stamina bar about to burn out?

After all, having just gone through a high-intensity battle with the President that lasted two and a half minutes, even Ultraman's red light would be blinking by now. It was already impressive that the Eldest Miss had held on until now.

Furthermore... her breathing frequency seemed to have slowed down quite a bit, almost as if... she were sick?

Driven by curiosity, Ye Cheng moved the door plank he was holding up slightly and craned his neck to look outside. He saw the Eldest Miss with a flushed face, her breathing shaky, and her eyes fighting to stay open like she was about to fall asleep.

"Thud..."

The last kick landed on the door, and she completely lost all her strength. Her eyes closed as she slumped backward... falling toward the cold floor.

Ye Cheng: "???"

Fuck!!!

Ye Cheng hurriedly threw away the door plank in his hands and rushed over, successfully catching the Eldest Miss before she hit the ground.

"Eldest Miss, are you okay?" Ye Cheng gently pinched Shen Qinghan's cheeks twice and made a funny face.

This was the quickest way to check. If she was fine, he would most likely get beaten up. If something was wrong, she probably wouldn't have the strength to hit him...

The method worked perfectly. Sensing someone pinching her face, the Eldest Miss, who had already gone limp from a high fever, furrowed her brows. She struggled with her remaining strength to push away the hand on her face, but her arm dropped after only lifting halfway.

Her tightly knit brows still didn't relax. Her cold, cute, and delicate face was written all over with displeasure but also helplessness.

Reaching out to touch her forehead, Ye Cheng gasped: "This is bad, Madam! The Eldest Miss couldn't stab you, so she died of anger!"

Du Wanyi: "???"

"What do you mean? Don't try to trick me, I won't go out to my death!" Du Wanyi's voice was full of stubbornness and wisdom.

Ye Cheng: "..."

At a time like this, she still thought it was a trap.

"No, Madam, the Eldest Miss seems to have a fever. Do you want to come out and take a look?" Ye Cheng said, a bit speechless.

"A fever? What, a fever!!!" Du Wanyi, still hiding in the toilet, widened her eyes and roared at the top of her lungs, letting out a sharp screech before crashing out of the toilet stall.

Xiang Yu used his first skill.

She burst out directly, pushing the toilet partition with her. It was the fall of yet another toilet door plank.

The rushing Du Wanyi was full of anxiety. She reached into her cleavage to dig around, pulled out a small pill, and fed it to the Eldest Miss.

"Hurry, Little Chengcheng, we are going to the hospital!" Du Wanyi had a serious face.

Ye Cheng: "..."

Madam, where exactly did you pull that thing out of? Is it decent?

"Uh, Madam, is there a possibility that we are already in a hospital right now? How about we just lay her on my bed? It even saves the registration fee. It just so happens I'm mostly recovered, so I can just walk around or something..." Ye Cheng asked tentatively.

Du Wanyi shook her head, her expression still grave: "No, the hospital here can't cure Little Hanhan. Little Hanhan has a weak constitution and needs specialized care. Ordinary hospitals won't do; we have to go to our family's private hospital."

"Sigh, yesterday Little Hanhan ran back late at night and caught a fever. I wonder if her heart was broken by some scumbag, sigh..." Du Wanyi shook her head and sighed, recounting yesterday's events.

Ye Cheng: "..."

Madam, why does it feel like you're taking a jab at me?

But it did match up. After getting away from the President late last night and running back, the Eldest Miss did indeed disappear.

"Then Madam, should we..."

"Good, I knew I judged you right! Let's go, Little Chengcheng. The heavy responsibility of taking care of Little Hanhan for the next few days until she recovers is left to you!" Du Wanyi said in all seriousness, her facial expression even looking a bit more handsome as she spoke.

Ye Cheng: "???"

I haven't even said anything yet?

While Ye Cheng was still dumbfounded, Du Wanyi had already taken out her phone and started calling for backup, arranging a one-stop service straight to their private hospital!

She hung up the phone.

"Alright, Little Chengcheng, let's hurry up and go. Time is tight and the task is heavy, we'll talk on the way!"

Without waiting for Ye Cheng to speak, Du Wanyi grabbed him and ran downstairs. Ye Cheng held the Eldest Miss in his arms, and the three of them hurried down the stairs and moved quickly outside the hospital.

Both of them were tough and physically capable. A ten-minute walk took them less than a minute to reach the entrance with the Eldest Miss, where they got into the dedicated car heading to the Du family hospital.

Ye Cheng sat in the back row holding Shen Qinghan. Seeing that Du Wanyi didn't get in, Ye Cheng asked in confusion: "Madam, aren't you getting in?"

"I'll just do whatever, don't worry about me. You guys go first," Du Wanyi said.

Ye Cheng was stunned for a moment, but still nodded. After all, the Eldest Miss in his arms was burning up with a fever, so it was better to get to the hospital quickly.

The car started, and soon Ye Cheng heard the terrifying mechanical roar of a Kawasaki. Turning his head, he saw a certain unreliable Madam riding a super handsome large motorcycle alongside them, quickly overtaking them, leaving only the taillights in view.

Ye Cheng: "..."

Just do whatever?

After a while, looking down at the dazed and burning Eldest Miss, and recalling the decisiveness of a certain Madam in the toilet earlier, Ye Cheng seemed to realize something.

Wait, Madam, you're not setting me up, are you?

...

Back at the hospital, in the ward where Ye Cheng originally stayed.

Dongfang Zhixia was undergoing an exorcism inspection by a group of masters from Longhu Mountain. Beside her, Su Su stood with a face full of worry, her heart aching.

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

Mom, I've had enough of you. I'm not going home for the New Year this year...