Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump...
?????...
Every time Shen Qinghan knocked on Ye Cheng's head, Ye Cheng's thumb resting on the question mark key would tremble slightly. Without fail, it typed out a question mark, which indirectly reflected Ye Cheng's current state of mind.
No, seriously, bro!!!
Are you kidding me!
Are average stats really this high nowadays? Why does everyone act like they have cheat codes turned on?
Is this even reasonable?
"Reply to her quickly," Shen Qinghan said in an incredibly calm tone while continuing to hammer Ye Cheng's head.
Ye Cheng: ...
Are you being threatened?
"No."
Absolutely not. How could he possibly be threatened? Look at how gentle and kind the Eldest Miss was—knowing his scalp was a bit itchy, she was even massaging it for him.
Meanwhile.
On the other end of the phone, Tang Yuyao raised her slender eyebrows: "No? That means yes, then?"
Ye Cheng: ???
Thump, thump, thump... The Eldest Miss glanced at the message Tang Yuyao sent on the phone, narrowed her eyes, gave an imperceptible snort, and sped up her elbow strikes on Ye Cheng.
Still daring to tip her off?
Ye Cheng: ...
Ye Cheng: "Really, no, Dr. Tang. Don't overthink it, I'm the only one here right now!"
Tang Yuyao: "I never said you weren't alone. Why are you emphasizing it? Or are you being threatened? There's more than one person next to you. Who is it? Your Eldest Miss, or..."
Ye Cheng: ???
Thump, thump, thump—
Faintly, Ye Cheng even felt a murderous intent coming from behind him. The Eldest Miss seemed angry—angry that he dared to blow the whistle right in front of her face, completely disregarding her presence!
Ye Cheng was almost beaten into a meme. Dizzy and seeing stars, he relied on his last bit of stubborn willpower to send another message to Tang Yuyao, proving his innocence.
Since reverse psychology didn't work, he would just say it straight!
Ye Cheng: "Yes, the Eldest Miss is right next to me, I'm being threatened!"
Tang Yuyao: "Shen Qinghan, you're going too far!"
Beep, beep, beep...
Dr. Tang is calling...
Ye Cheng: ???
No, seriously, bro!!!
Ye Cheng's eyes widened, looking as if he were about to die. So no matter what he said, the conclusion was that the Eldest Miss was next to him, right? Even though... that was indeed the case, she could at least give him a chance to defend himself!
Suddenly, Ye Cheng felt the Eldest Miss's Fists of Justice that had been constantly hammering his head disappear, replaced by a chilling sensation.
Ye Cheng couldn't help but shiver.
Shen Qinghan narrowed her eyes, watching Tang Yuyao's incoming call. One of her hands reached over Ye Cheng's shoulder and tapped the answer button.
Ye Cheng: ???
Stop it!!!
Beep!
The other party has canceled the call!
Just as the Eldest Miss's finger was about to confirm, Tang Yuyao on the other end automatically hung up. Ye Cheng froze for a second, then breathed a sigh of relief... That was too close!
He was happy, but not entirely, because the Eldest Miss immediately called back.
The Eldest Miss sent a rematch invitation. Accept?
Ye Cheng: ???
No, seriously, bro!!!
Ye Cheng's eyes almost popped out of his head. He had still underestimated the Eldest Miss's murderous intent. The Eldest Miss was famously petty. What mafia princess? She was clearly a black-hearted princess.
Chasing him down to hack him to pieces!
"Um, Eldest Miss, Dr. Tang doesn't know any better and is just playing around, please don't lower yourself to her level..."
Thump, thump, thump...
Ye Cheng's HP -1, -1, -1... Ye Cheng is OUT!
With his eyes closed and legs kicking out, Ye Cheng was done for in this life, instantly taken out by the Eldest Miss's combo attack. She didn't give him any chance to think or spout nonsense; this phone call was definitely happening today!
Ye Cheng is calling...
...
Tang Family Residence.
"Grandma, why hasn't there been any sound for so long? Did Auntie go hang herself?" The youngest son blinked, his pea-sized eyes filled with the clear stupidity of a senior kindergarten student.
Tang's Mother: ...
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, you're just a kid, don't talk nonsense. Your aunt is such a slacker, how could she bear to die?" Tang's Mother was speechless.
How could she not know what her own daughter was like? Even when she was at her most stubborn, she never threatened to kill herself. At most, she would run away from home and sever ties, acting extremely tough.
Not to mention now, she was such a lazy bum that she wouldn't even bother turning over in bed. How could she possibly take things too hard and seek death?
Isn't that complete nonsense?
The youngest son's mung-bean-sized eyes darted around. He poked his double-folded chin: "Is that so? Then I must have guessed wrong. I saw it happen like this in the TV shows."
"By the time they find them, the person's body is already cold, and then they start crying, and at this moment..."
Tang's Mother: ???
Wait, the more she listened, the more it sounded like a real possibility?
It couldn't be, right?
Tang's Mother's heart leaped into her throat. She pressed her head against the door, carefully listening for any movements inside, checking for sounds like a stool being kicked over or the creaking of ceiling beams.
The Tang family's house was similar to the courtyard houses in Dajing City, just slightly renovated.
There were quite a lot of exposed beams. In layman's terms, it was an excellent place for hanging oneself. Just find a rope, toss it over, stick your head in, and hey, guess what?
You're gone!
Tang's Mother: ...
Tang's Mother's pupils contracted, and a look of horror appeared on her face. Beside her, the youngest son was still relishing the TV shows he had watched, continuously providing voiceovers that piled pressure on his grandmother.
At a certain moment, Tang's Mother's psychological defenses broke down. She frantically pounded on the door: "Daughter, are you okay? Don't do anything foolish! Open the door, Yaoyao!!!"
This shout directly drew out Old Master Tang, who was hiding behind a pillar not far away. His face was equally ugly and somewhat pale, as Tang's Mother's shout had made him think of some very unpleasant things.
"Guilan, move aside, let me do it!"
Old Master Tang charged over from behind, carrying an unrivaled aura. The grandmother and grandson stepped aside, and Old Master Tang viciously kicked the door.
Bang!
The room door burst open!
Inside the room, there was no scene of Tang Yuyao hanging herself from a branch. Instead, they only saw a large lump wrapped in a blanket wriggling on the bed, emitting strange giggles.
"That'll teach you not to reply to my messages, hahaha... Hmm?"
Tang Yuyao was still happily enjoying her prank on Ye Cheng when she suddenly heard a noise in the room. She set her phone aside and poked her head out to look.
Wow... that's a lot of people.
Tang Yuyao: ...
The four of them stared at each other in a bizarrely quiet atmosphere. For some unknown reason, Tang Yuyao suddenly felt like dying, or perhaps letting her neck and the ceiling beam have a thrilling game of tug-of-war.
Old Master Tang was the first to realize something was wrong: "Guilan, what were you yelling about just now?"
He had only heard the panic, not knowing what the panic was actually about. Earlier, Old Master Tang had only dared to hide behind the pillar and listen, not daring to come over lest he be nagged again.
Tang's Mother immediately turned into an innocent little old lady: "I, I was just afraid something happened to my daughter..."
The little son wobbled around the room: "Auntie is so great, you're not dead!"
Tang Yuyao: "???"
What on earth are these guys talking about?
Buzz, buzz, buzz...
Still in a state of confusion, Tang Yuyao completely failed to notice that the phone she had tossed aside earlier was now vibrating. The caller ID showed Ye Cheng... the Eldest Miss's cross-dimensional manhunt!
"Say, Guilan, are we eating? The food is warmed up," Old Master Tang spoke up to break the silence.
Tang's Mother froze for a moment, then hurriedly nodded: "Let's go, old man, let's eat, let's eat. Xiaobao, come here, grandma will boil two eggs for you."
The little boy hopped around happily, no longer dwelling on whether his aunt was dead or not. His mind was full of eggs and more eggs as he spun around in circles.
"Yay, I love eating eggs the most!"
The three generations, chatting back and forth, walked away in perfect harmony to eat breakfast together, leaving behind a bewildered Tang Yuyao.
What exactly were these guys doing?
Tang Yuyao remained silent for a long time before finally climbing out of bed to close the door, planning to continue discussing with Ye Cheng how to fool Shen Qinghan.
As for whether Tang Yuyao had actually used "wallhacks," the answer was obvious: she hadn't. However, a woman's intuition is extremely accurate. Saying that the Eldest Miss was right next to Ye Cheng earlier was just to scare him.
It was still out of jealousy. After all, Ye Cheng kept going on about how gentle the Eldest Miss was, and how kind she was... Hmph!
"Who is he kidding, Qinghan is kind?"
"Only you would think so, kid, hmph!"
Muttering to herself, Tang Yuyao climbed back into bed, curled up under the covers, and prepared to continue gossiping with Ye Cheng about how to trick the Eldest Miss. When she picked up her phone, she was stunned.
"Huh? Why are there so many missed calls?"
Looking closer, the question marks in Tang Yuyao's head grew even bigger. Not only were there missed calls, but they were all from Ye Cheng. Two minutes had passed since the last call.
It seemed Ye Cheng had given up on his end?
Tang Yuyao: "Why did you call so many times?"
Tang Yuyao: "Alright, I was just teasing you earlier. I know your Eldest Miss isn't beside you. If she really was, you probably wouldn't even dare to send a message..."
Meanwhile.
At the Du family's private hospital.
Ye Cheng had been "elbowed to death" by the Eldest Miss. Now he was lying stiff as a board on the hospital bed, eyes closed and legs kicked out. The Eldest Miss had vented all the anger from her failed phone calls onto Ye Cheng.
"Buzz, buzz!"
The phone vibrated once again. Ye Cheng, who had been "dead" for quite a while, perked up, a question mark popping up above his head.
Damn it, there's more? Is there no end to this?
Coincidentally, Ye Cheng was alone in the ward at the moment. The Eldest Miss had gotten hungry and went out to buy something from the vending machine. She had been gone for a while and would likely be back soon.
Just as Ye Cheng touched his phone, the Eldest Miss returned from outside, holding two pieces of bread in her hands.
Shen Qinghan looked at Ye Cheng with a cold expression: "What are you hiding behind your back?"
Ye Cheng looked confused: "Hiding what? Eldest Miss, what are you talking about? I don't understand. I don't have anything in my hands. Look, this is my left hand, this is my right hand, this is my right hand, this is my left hand, this is..."
Shen Qinghan: "..."
Ye Cheng was like a magician doing tricks, waving his left and right hands back and forth to prove his innocence. But the more he tried to prove it, the more guilty he looked. Shen Qinghan narrowed her eyes and walked over briskly.
Gulp. Ye Cheng swallowed hard, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead: "Eldest Miss, men and women shouldn't be too close, you can't come any closer, otherwise I'll... Yamete!"
"Thump, thump, thump..."
Once again, righteous punishment was served.
Ye Cheng was pinned to the bed by the Eldest Miss and given a good beating. The two of them returned to their previous state and posture: Ye Cheng on the bottom, and the Eldest Miss on top, maintaining a chokehold. The unique softness and delicate fragrance of the young girl wafted into Ye Cheng's mind.
The difference was that now Ye Cheng had a piece of bread in his mouth, stuffed in by the Eldest Miss.
"Reply to her message, hurry up." Shen Qinghan tore open the other piece of bread, put a piece in her mouth, and chewed it in small bites.
Ye Cheng: "..."
When did he fall under an illusion?
Ye Cheng swallowed his saliva and began to reply to Tang Yuyao with trepidation, weighing every word carefully. Only after confirming there were no issues did he send it.
Ye Cheng: "Hahaha, I knew it all along, I was just messing with you earlier."
Tang Yuyao: "..."
Tang Yuyao: "Why do you sound like a bot? Forget it, I won't argue with you about this. How are you considering what we talked about earlier?"
Ye Cheng: "..."
Tang Yuyao: "Are you that cowardly? Just delete our chat history later. Even if your Eldest Miss checks your phone, there's nothing she can do, right?"
That is to say... Dr. Tang, is there a possibility that even if I recall the messages, it would be useless? The Eldest Miss is currently clinging to my body like a sloth, hanging over me like the Eye of Judgment, seeing everything clearly.
Ye Cheng: "Good idea, I'll delete it later."
Tang Yuyao: "You actually needed me to remind you of something like this? You really are stupid."
Tang Yuyao: "Hey, but speaking of which, Qinghan really has a few screws loose. Do you know what she told me in the restroom this morning?"
Of course he knew. He was hiding in the second-to-last stall and heard everything clearly. Stop talking, I'm begging you, Dr. Tang. There were too many people outside earlier, otherwise I would have kneeled down before you.
But admittedly, the Eldest Miss was quite soft. She really was like a sweet, soft little cake. Who invented this kind of thing, anyway?
Even at a time like this, Ye Cheng didn't forget to process some "important matters" in his head. Truly a "real hero."
Ye Cheng braced himself, pretended not to know, and asked: "What did she say?"
Tang Yuyao: "She said... sigh, forget it, it's in the past. Anyway, Qinghan's brain is a bit problematic, let's not mention her. If she asks about what happened between you and me later, just make up a random excuse to fool her."
"But Qinghan is too smart. We need to get our stories straight. Let's just say the two of us..."
And just like that.
Under the watchful gaze of the Eldest Miss, Ye Cheng and Tang Yuyao completed their "deception plan."
Ye Cheng: "..."
Awesome!!!
I really have nothing left to say. Bro, I think I might be a little bit dead.
He could clearly feel the murderous aura radiating from the soft Eldest Miss behind him growing heavier and heavier. The hostility was intensifying, and at a certain peak moment, it even surpassed her hostility toward the President!
"Let's go with that. Remember, later I'll send Qinghan a message and explain it to her exactly as we just discussed. She might not believe me, but with you backing it up, she just might. You absolutely must remember this."
Ye Cheng: "..."
Remembered, pass the throne to the Fourth Prince... Wabi-babo?
Tang Yuyao gave a few more repeated warnings before sending the message over to the Eldest Miss. A short while later, the Eldest Miss's phone chimed as the text arrived.
"Qinghan, what happened this morning was a misunderstanding. It's not what you think..."
Shen Qinghan narrowed her eyes, reading over the message that Tang Yuyao and Ye Cheng had colluded to cook up one more time. Finally... tap, tap, tap. The crisp sound of typing rang out.
"Mhm, I understand."
Upon receiving the reply from the Eldest Miss, Tang Yuyao hastily shared the good news with Ye Cheng: "Hahaha, it worked! Qinghan must have bought it..."
Ye Cheng: "..."
Oh yeah, the Eldest Miss completely bought it... sure she did.
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