In Da'ao City,
“Hantai——”
“Beep beep beep...”
As an exceptionally cute loli voice echoed through the spacious bath, the call ended.
Du Wanyi looked utterly delighted: “Ahhh, that felt amazing! Hehe, you usually eat way too well. Come on, I’ll stir up some trouble for that old geezer of yours in a couple of days and send him packing!”
“Then, Hehe, you two can come over to our place, and we’ll have rewards every single day, hahaha!!!”
Du Wanyi planted her hands on her hips, splashed out of the bath with a loud swoosh, laughing wildly, her face full of mischief.
She couldn’t wait any longer—she even wanted to act that very night and drug the old man!
Then, hehehe...
Her laugh was even more unhinged than Venom’s, practically turning into a meme. Her little tongue bounced out of her mouth like a spring, and her hands became claws straight out of an evil Belial cosplay.
Hehehe...
The elegant woman: “...”
Although she really enjoyed it when her own Tongtong called her names like that... she seemed rather tame compared to her best friend. She often felt inferior because she wasn’t twisted enough.
The elegant woman bit her lip gently, a faint worry creasing her brow: “But... Wanyi, what if your Hantan doesn’t like us?”
“Hehehe... Huh? What? She wouldn’t dare!”
Du Wanyi stopped her sinister laughter and immediately struck a pose like “a big lady means what she says,” thumping her chest in assurance.
“Do I really need to explain my position at home to you again, Hehe?”
“I can punish the little brat whenever I want!”
“As long as I give the nod, any little Hantan is just a passing cloud, hahaha!!!”
Du Wanyi was behaving like she was drunk—talking big without feeling the consequences, spewing out boasts like she could boss the young miss around.
Clearly, she hadn’t had enough of that young miss’s discipline. A couple more reminders and she’d straighten up.
The elegant woman, meanwhile, clasped her hands over her chest, her eyes sparkling with little hearts, gazing at Du Wanyi like an adoring fangirl.
A moment later, the two stepped out of the bathroom.
“Hehe, go ahead first. My hair’s still a bit damp—I’ll grab a towel to dry it.”
“Okay, Wanyi. I’ll wait for you over there.”
The two parted ways. The elegant woman headed to the guest room to wait for Du Wanyi, while the madam turned back, claiming she was going to “get a brain towel.” After a couple of steps, once the elegant woman’s figure had completely disappeared from the corner of her eye, Wanyi put on a highly sneaky expression.
She furtively slipped behind a nearby bush, pulled out her phone from her cleavage, and sent the young miss a message.
Du Wanyi: “Beep beep, little Hantan, what are you up to?”
She followed it with an adorable emoji. At this point, the young miss was still in the private room, all alone, while the others had one by one ended up tangled in the mess—
None of them had returned.
The young miss sat alone in the room, eating steak that had gone slightly cold. Her face revealed no emotion; all that could be heard was the clinking of knife and fork against the plate.
Buzz buzz—her phone vibrated. The young miss paused her eating, put down the cutlery, and picked up her phone.
The contact name read... “Inherently Wicked Old Lady.”
Silently, she lowered the phone again, then... picked it up once more. She searched for the three-dot menu on her contact list to find the block option.
Du Wanyi: “Little Hantan, I’ve got something huge, really, really important—something about little Chengcheng and Little Green Tea...”
Just as she was about to confirm the block, her finger stopped. She quietly backed out.
Shen Qinghan: “What do you want to say?”
Meanwhile.
On the other end of the phone, the madam’s smile had turned into Venom.
Hehehe, true to herself—she knew it!
After all these years of experience, if she didn’t even have that intuition, she’d have been wasting her time. If she’d delayed even a second longer, she’d have been blocked right then and there.
As for what happened before... mother and daughter both tacitly maintained a state of “amnesia,” never bringing it up, as if it never happened.
Of course, this was limited to the current situation where the madam was still “on the run.” Once she got back, she wouldn’t be surprised if the young miss closed the door and gave her a proper beating...
Du Wanyi: “Here’s the thing, little Hantan—your kind, adorable, the best in the world... mama-chan now has a little matter to discuss with you. You see...”
Shen Qinghan: “No.”
Du Wanyi: “???”
Du Wanyi: “Little Hantan, I haven’t even said it yet?”
Shen Qinghan: “Mm. Go ahead.”
Du Wanyi’s lip corners curled up wildly; she had fully transformed into Venom: “It’s not too troublesome, really. The thing is, mama-chan has a very good friend who, due to some unavoidable circumstances, might have to come live at our place in the future. You see...”
Shen Qinghan: “Are you done?”
Du Wanyi: “Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. I knew you were the best, little Hantan! Mwah mwah! Okay, then it’s settled. Mama will—”
Shen Qinghan: “No.”
In that instant, Du Wanyi’s excitement froze—like a happy monkey that had just discovered a huge pile of bananas. Her smile stiffened, and she felt like she’d never be happy again.
Shen Qinghan: “No reason. No means no. Also, when are you coming home? I miss you very much.”
It was hard to imagine ever hearing “I miss you very much” from her own little Hantan’s mouth. It should have been a good thing, but for some reason, Du Wanyi couldn’t muster any joy.
Instead, cold sweat ran down her forehead. In a daze, she seemed to see a Grim Reaper wielding a scythe behind her, already raising the blade.
Du Wanyi: “...”
The young miss had even preemptively anticipated the madam’s next argument and delivered the righteous verdict of “No means no”... Once an Ochre, always an Ochre.
“Haha, mama misses you too, little Hantan. But unfortunately, I’m out here dealing with important matters right now and won’t be able to come back for a while. Probably need about... until you don’t miss mama-chan so much, that’s when I can come home.”
“Anyway, gotta go now. Bye-bye, mwah mwah...”
“Beep beep beep...”
Oh, right, they were still texting at the moment. That final “beep beep beep” sound, like a call hanging up, was simulated by the madam herself.
When the young miss sent another message asking, “When are you coming back? I miss you,” she found herself blocked. All the messages now showed red exclamation marks.
Shen Qinghan: “...”
Meanwhile.
In Da’ao City, Du Wanyi, squatting by the bush, had turned into a despairing monkey. She sat there questioning life itself, completely motionless, feeling like she would never smile again.
Hee hee... no hee hee...
Boo hoo hoo...
“Wanyi?”
Over by the entrance, the wealthy woman came back holding her drink, a hint of confusion in her eyes as she looked at her somewhat withdrawn friend sitting at the side.
The moment she heard the voice, her friend bounced back to life, a confident smile spreading across her face once again as she spoke loudly and with conviction.
“Hehe, I’ve just given little Hanhan a serious scolding. She’s now fully realized her mistake and is crying her eyes out. But after all, she’s just a kid, right? Hehe, you know me—my biggest flaw is being too soft-hearted.”
“I gave her a way out: half a month to cool off and accept this. In half a month, whether she likes it or not, it’s happening!”
Du Wanyi put on an air of being “the head of the family,” acting all high and mighty, her word law, such a strong woman…
Realized her mistake?
Serious scolding?
Crying her eyes out?
Soft-hearted?
The wealthy woman: “…”
She recognized every word, so why, when put together, did she just not get it?
The wealthy woman saw through her best friend’s “act tough.” Normally, she would have politely refused to put her friend in an awkward spot, but not this time…
“Wanyi, let’s just forget it,” the wealthy woman said with a strained smile.
“No way! What do you mean forget it? Half a month? No, one week. I’ll give her one week at most, or else don’t blame me if I get cold!”
Du Wanyi waved her hand grandly, sealing the deal right then and there.
Yeah… one week. One week at home—crying, throwing a tantrum, threatening to kill herself—and by the end, she should be able to beg her way out of this. Any shorter wouldn’t work.
That little Hanhan of theirs had a heart harder than steel.
Hanging Doudou up and beating him barely had any effect. Sigh…
Suddenly, as if struck by inspiration, a brilliant plan popped into Du Wanyi’s head. Her eyes narrowed, and her face lit up with excitement.
Since hanging Doudou up and beating him didn’t work much, then… hanging little Chengcheng up and beating him would do the trick!
That way, their little Hanhan would definitely feel sorry for him! Hehehe!!!
She was a genius, hahaha!!!
At that exact moment, in a restaurant called Tang Ren in Dashi city, Ye Cheng shivered for no reason, a bad feeling creeping over him.
And that’s how it came to be that classic “awkward moment” where Ye Cheng and Shen Ming locked eyes.
Ye Cheng: Fcking Doudou-bro, you’re really talking crap about me behind my back, huh? Just wait—next time your mistress kidcapps you, I’ll swipe the medical insurance card to let her finish the job!
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
