"Xiao Cheng, take a rest here for a while. I'll go cook you some hangover soup."
Tang's Mother smiled awkwardly at Ye Cheng and, supporting the "drunk" Old Master Tang, walked toward the house.
"Smack!"
Once they were inside the room, Tang's Mother slapped Old Master Tang solidly on the back. If anyone lifted his shirt at that moment, they'd see a bright red handprint.
Old Master Tang: "..."
Hiss... Gui Lan, you're way too harsh...
Old Master Tang was actually a pretty good drinker. He was a bit tipsy, sure, but not so drunk that he'd babble nonsense.
What he'd said to Ye Cheng earlier came straight from the heart. He truly felt his own daughter wasn't good enough for him—lazy, stubborn, and bad-tempered. If they got together, wouldn't it be ruining the man's life?
Unlike his wife's version of loyalty, Old Master Tang's loyalty needed no quotation marks.
He was genuinely principled, always seeing the big picture of his elder brother's greatness. But unfortunately, that got shut down before it even got going.
His elder brother had started a family now. He had a soft spot, too. He could no longer charge forward without looking back...
"Say one more stupid thing, and I'll kick you to death, hmph!"
Tang's Mother spat, still carrying a bit of anger. She'd thought her old man had finally wised up and would deliver a crucial assist at the right moment. Instead, he'd pulled a massive blunder.
He actually wanted to bench their own daughter?
Outrageous! How dare he!
Who ever heard of parents like this—refusing to keep good things for their own child and pushing them to outsiders instead?
Pah!
That slap was still light. If he'd finished all those degrading words about their daughter and left a bad impression on Ye Cheng's mind, then the real second round would've begun.
He'd be in for it!
Facing his wife's scolding, Old Master Tang, having said the wrong thing, kept his mouth shut. He lay on the bed as if truly drunk, breathing steadily...
Tang's Mother grumbled a couple more curses, then closed the door and went back out to attend to Ye Cheng.
After Tang's Mother left, Old Master Tang lay still for a while. Only when he was sure she was gone did he prop himself up and suck in a sharp breath.
He touched the red handprint on his back: "Hiss... Gui Lan, you really go for the kill..."
That single slap shattered Old Master Tang's tough-guy spirit. His hangover was gone, and he didn't need any soup anymore. But now, it seemed he'd been sidelined—better not go out for a while.
Otherwise, he'd get hit again...
"Ah..." Old Master Tang sat on the bed and sighed, then started thinking about the things he and Ye Cheng had discussed earlier.
Ye Cheng's excellence went beyond what he'd expected. It sort of explained why so many young ladies had been eyeing him at yesterday's meal.
This feeling... he'd experienced it in his youth.
Back then, Old Master Tang was the hot commodity in their circle—everyone wanted a piece of him. But Tang's Mother had locked him down. Old Master Tang had weathered many trials, and his will was unshakably strong, so no one else found any opening.
But now, Old Master Tang couldn't be sure about Ye Cheng's situation.
Logically, Ye Cheng should be like him—a man of firm resolve. But the problem was... what he'd seen yesterday...
"Is there something else going on?"
Old Master Tang frowned. He didn't want to believe Ye Cheng had a wandering heart. Ye Cheng's level of thinking was very high—at least three or four stories high.
How could someone with a mind three or four stories high make mistakes over such trivial matters?
In the hall.
The once lively dinner table now had only Ye Cheng left eating. The younger son had conked out, lying belly-up on the floor like a seal chilling on an ice block.
A hopeless case.
Nearby, Tang's Mother was still cooking hangover soup, chatting with Ye Cheng off and on.
"Xiao Cheng, don't take what my old man said earlier to heart. He can't hold his liquor—talks nonsense whenever he's drunk."
Say one more stupid thing, old man, and I'll kick you to death!
Tang's Mother's anger +1+1+1...
Ye Cheng nodded and kept eating.
When they were discussing serious matters earlier, he hadn't felt right about pigging out. But now that they were gone, everything was his!
Whoo!
The only pity was there was no sweet fizzy drink. This wine... eh, he'd make do.
With Old Master Tang gone, the remaining wine was all Ye Cheng's. Gulp, gulp—he drank it like mineral water. After finishing, he patted his belly and basked in the sun.
Life was pretty good. Sure enough, eating at someone else's house was the most enjoyable.
By the time Tang's Mother had finished the hangover soup and brought it over, she found Ye Cheng showing no signs of drunkenness at all, as if he hadn't drunk a thing. Meanwhile, her younger son had already rolled back and forth on the floor several times.
She glanced at the empty wine jar.
Tang's Mother sucked in a sharp breath and gave her younger son a "grandma's ten-hit combo"—smack, smack, smack...
"So young, and you already drink!"
The younger son got caught in a daze. To be fair, he'd only had a tiny cup, and that was his limit already.
Now the wine jar was empty, and he was getting blamed for it. That was a bit unfair—here was a soul more wronged than Dou E.
Luckily, the younger son's pain nerves were already numbed by alcohol. He wasn't feeling a thing, still sleeping, drool nearly dripping.
Tang's Mother: "..."
This kid, honestly...
"Xiao Cheng, go help me wake Yaoyao up. Look at the time—she's still not up. She has no sense of decency as a young lady."
Tang's Mother pointed toward Tang Yuyao's room.
Now that she herself was up, she could talk big without aching feet. She decisively distanced herself from her lazy, bed-loving daughter.
And she gave Ye Cheng a small task that could bring the two closer.
Ye Cheng picked a toothpick from his mouth, stood up from his seat, and walked, rubbing his full stomach, toward the direction Tang's Mother had indicated.
"Alright, leave it to me."
Humming a cheerful tune, Ye Cheng headed toward Tang Yuyao's place.
Tang's Mother was still busy pouring hangover soup into her younger son: gulp, gulp, gulp... As the soup took effect, the burning sensation on his bottom gradually became clearer.
Why did it... hurt?
The alcohol's buff effect was starting to fade!
"Knock, knock, knock..."
"Doctor Tang, open up. It's me."
Ye Cheng stood there with a toothpick in his mouth, calling out.
Inside the room, Tang Yuyao, still lying in bed, suddenly opened her eyes. She recognized the voice coming from outside. It sounded... familiar?
Not sure—let her listen again.
"Open up, Doctor Tang. It's me." Ye Cheng's voice came again from outside.
Tang Yuyao: "..."
Tang Yuyao suddenly sat up straight, her eyes wide, and hurriedly began to put on clothes. The room was filled with intermittent rustling sounds, along with the clatter of various objects bumping into each other.
“Ow...”
Half a minute later.
Click.
Already dressed, Tang Yuyao opened the bedroom door and saw Ye Cheng standing outside, scrolling through brain-rot short videos. Wait, to be more precise, it was a gluttonous Ye Cheng.
Tang Yuyao: “???”
“When did you get pregnant?” Tang Yuyao asked, shocked.
Ye Cheng: “...”
“Pregnant? Doctor Tang, you’ve got such a sharp tongue. I just ate a bit too much, and you say I’m pregnant. And judging by your tone, it sounds like you look down on pregnant women. Fine, fine—just pay me 800 bucks!”
Tang Yuyao: “...”
Tang Yuyao poked her head out and glanced left and right, making sure her mother wasn’t lurking nearby ready to ambush her. Without hesitation, she grabbed Ye Cheng and pulled him into the room.
“Doctor Tang, what are you doing?”
“Stop it!” Ye Cheng’s expression turned panicked.
“Bang!”
The noise outside the room faded away, swallowed up by the house.
Inside the room.
“Doctor Tang, don’t you know the boundaries between men and women? That said, if you insist on having your way, I won’t resist—but that’s going to cost extra.”
Ye Cheng clamped his hands over his chest, putting on the act of a virtuous maiden.
Tang Yuyao: “...”
“Smack!”
Tang Yuyao slapped Ye Cheng right on his bloated belly: “Quit the smart talk, kid. Tell me, why are you in my house at this early hour?”
She sounded unhappy, but truth be told, she was overjoyed. After all, yesterday she’d been lectured endlessly by her mother for acting like an ostrich back home.
In the end, she was so frustrated that she just blurted out, “I have my own rhythm, don’t interfere.”
Rhythm... what rhythm? Her mind was empty, and she regretted it hard. If she’d known, she would have just gone for it.
What her mother said actually made a lot of sense: “We’re all human, what’s there to be afraid of?”
Besides, it’s just a classmate connection. The school forbids dating between students, but she’s different—she’s a teacher.
She’s not restricted by those rules. And if she were? She’d just quit and go full-time mooching at home. That’d be a pretty nice option too.
“Because I missed you, Doctor Tang.” Ye Cheng’s gaze was firm.
Tang Yuyao: “...”
In an instant, Tang Yuyao’s brain felt like it had been zapped by an electric current—completely blank. It took her a while to get her thoughts back on track, but before she could even think, her body had already reacted.
Her heartbeat quickened, a flush spreading across her face at an alarming rate, turning her cheeks bright red.
It ended with an instinctive burst of energy: she bit down hard on Ye Cheng’s head.
A few minutes later.
“So, what you’re saying is, you’ve gotten into trouble outside now, and you need to lie low at my place for a while?” Tang Yuyao raised an eyebrow, sitting on the bed with a lordly air.
Ye Cheng knelt before her, performing a humble dogeza: “That’s exactly it. Please, Doctor Tang, you have to take me in!”
Tang Yuyao: “...”
She was thrilled, but could she show it?
If she did, what kind of person would she seem like?
Tang Yuyao cleared her throat twice, swallowing a hint of excitement, and put on a cold demeanor: “Why should I help you?”
“I can do a backflip, I can lick shoes, I can juggle a handkerchief, I can do cat’s cradle, and I can...” Ye Cheng rattled off a list of practical little skills like he was reading a menu.
Tang Yuyao: “...”
Did something weird just sneak in there?
Silently, Tang Yuyao uncrossed her legs, suddenly remembering how that guy had been staring at her earlier. It seemed like he’d been looking at...
Tang Yuyao: “...”
“And what if I say no?”
Ye Cheng sighed, putting on a mournful expression: “Then it can’t be helped. I’ll just have to find shelter under a bridge, or at the airport, or in a park... ruffing it every day, eating outdoors, sleeping rough. I might just kick the bucket out there one day. Hey, but it’s not your fault...”
“Doctor Tang, I won’t hold it against you. Everyone’s got their troubles. Even if I croak, I won’t blame you, and I won’t come back as a ghost to haunt you, and I won’t...”
Tang Yuyao: “???”
Tang Yuyao kicked Ye Cheng square on the ass. Screw it—today you’re going to feel the wrath of an older unmarried woman!!!
“Ahhh!” Ye Cheng’s scream rang out from the room.
Outside the room, in the living area.
Tang’s Mother, who was still pouring hangover soup down her little grandson’s throat, perked up. She looked toward her eldest daughter’s room, noticing Ye Cheng was nowhere in sight, and a gleam of delight appeared in her eyes.
“Good going, eldest daughter! That’s the spirit!” Her voice was full of excitement.
Her eldest daughter had finally gotten her head on straight!
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!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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...
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
