A massive black pot was unceremoniously dumped onto the little secretary.
Pitiful, helpless, and utterly useless excess fat… That was the little secretary’s current state.
Ye Cheng’s lips twitched as he processed the situation.
In an instant, he understood exactly what was going on. Because the little secretary had bitten him yesterday, the bite marks on his neck today had naturally been blamed on her.
Seeing the little secretary trembling like a frightened quail, Ye Cheng couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.
"Young Miss, it wasn’t her who bit me."
"Then who was it?" Shen Qinghan immediately shifted her gaze from the little secretary to Ye Cheng.
She couldn’t imagine Dongfang Zhixia doing something as undignified as biting someone.
Damn, maybe I shouldn’t have spoken up just now?
How did redirecting the blame end up backfiring on me?
Can I take it back now?
Like those free revivals after watching an ad…
Ye Cheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Uh, well… maybe it was some anonymous do-gooder, like the mythical Tide Maiden or something…"
Shen Qinghan: "…"
Under the table.
Silently, Shen Qinghan stomped her sleek black designer shoe onto Ye Cheng’s foot.
Ye Cheng: "…"
His foot throbbed painfully.
The two continued eating in tense silence.
At least Shen Qinghan had confirmed that the little secretary wasn’t the one who bit Ye Cheng. But since he refused to say who it was, she wasn’t happy about it.
In the end, she just let out a soft huff, temporarily closing the matter—though whether it was truly over, Ye Cheng wasn’t sure.
Next time, I better not let this black-hearted young miss find out about stuff like this, or things are gonna get messy.
Ye Cheng went back to devouring his "evil deep-sea cockroach," valiantly representing justice as he wiped it out on behalf of all humanity. Just as he was getting into it, he suddenly felt like someone had locked onto him.
The same suffocating pressure the little secretary had felt earlier had now shifted onto Ye Cheng.
It came from—Dongfang Zhixia’s death glare.
Ye Cheng: "…"
Not far away.
Dongfang Zhixia narrowed her eyes at Ye Cheng.
"What did you do to him?"
She directed the question at the little secretary, who was hiding behind her with a pitiful expression.
In Dongfang Zhixia’s eyes, the only person who could make Shen Qinghan act so possessive was Ye Cheng.
After all, when she had revisited Shen Qinghan’s background in detail yesterday, she’d realized just how impressive Ye Cheng was.
To have spent so many years in solitude without making a single friend, yet Ye Cheng succeeded?
And now, their relationship didn’t seem like just an ordinary friendship.
She studied Ye Cheng again…
Hmm, with that vacant stare, completely absorbed in chicken legs, abalone, and lobster—like some simple-minded fool.
Silently, Dongfang Zhixia dismissed her suspicions.
Ye Cheng likes me!
Otherwise, why would he have confessed to me in front of so many people during the opening ceremony?
It was a strange feeling.
Over the past few days, Dongfang Zhixia had even grown somewhat accustomed to the idea of Ye Cheng’s public confession. The initial resistance and embarrassment had gradually faded.
At the very least, she no longer felt the same burning frustration and shame she had at the beginning.
Because Dongfang Zhixia had discovered that Ye Cheng had quite a few redeeming qualities—he wasn’t as "trashy" as she’d first assumed.
The fact that he had won the favor of the reclusive Shen family heir spoke volumes about his uniqueness.
A true talent.
And one of Dongfang Zhixia’s core principles since childhood was—recruiting talent.
At the same time, she was deeply annoyed by Shen Qinghan’s arrogant, condescending attitude—especially since she had threatened her little secretary.
So now, she needed to get to the bottom of this, if only to plan her revenge later.
"I didn’t do anything, Young Miss, I really didn’t…" The little secretary hung her head, looking utterly dejected.
"Fine, I understand. I’ll avenge you."
Dongfang Zhixia’s tone was calm, exuding an unshakable confidence. If she wanted something done, it would be done.
A hard-won friendship, is it?
What if I take it from you? How would you react?
Dongfang Zhixia wanted to see—just how far the aloof, untouchable Shen family heir, who looked down on everyone and showed no interest in anything, would go for a man.
This should be interesting…
"Wait here. Remember—no one but me is allowed to bully you!" Dongfang Zhixia declared with regal authority.
She stood up and strode gracefully toward Ye Cheng and Shen Qinghan.
The little secretary stood frozen, watching her young miss’s retreating figure with hearts practically bursting from her eyes.
Young Miss is so cool…
Thump, thump…
The little secretary felt like she was about to fall head over heels.
Dongfang Zhixia’s charm wasn’t just lethal to men—it worked equally well on women.
The little secretary was straight, but at this rate, she was in danger of being swayed.
Wuwuwu, Young Miss, I’m yours for life…
Tears of gratitude welled up in her eyes—only for her expression to freeze the next second.
The hearts in her eyes turned to sheer horror.
Because—
Dongfang Zhixia stopped in front of Ye Cheng, looking down at him with an air of challenge as she shot Shen Qinghan a provocative glance.
"Cheng, I’ve received your feelings. But since I don’t have any experience with romance… could you give me a little more time to think it over?"
Dongfang Zhixia adopted a coy, maidenly demeanor she had never shown before—flustered, hesitant, and full of youthful longing.
Shen Qinghan watched her performance with an impassive expression.
"Childish," she remarked flatly.
She wasn’t stupid. With Ye Cheng stuffing his face like a starving fool, there was no way he’d been secretly involved with Dongfang Zhixia.
Clearly, this was just a petty provocation from a woman with too much pride and too little to do.
Dongfang Zhixia’s eyes narrowed.
Not so easy to bait, huh?
Well then… let’s see if you can keep your cool after this.
She leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss to Ye Cheng’s forehead. The soft touch, accompanied by a faint, intoxicating fragrance, flooded his senses.
"Darling, this is my promise to you. And… if you like, you can have the other shoe too. Or anything else you want~"
Her flawless face flushed with a delicate blush as she spoke in a tone dripping with ambiguous shyness.
Shen Qinghan had remained expressionless throughout—until the mention of "shoes." Her gaze sharpened.
Shoes… So the one in his bag before was Dongfang Zhixia’s?
Her eyes turned icy as she glared at Ye Cheng, pressing down harder with her foot.
Ye Cheng: "…"
Right now, all he could see was a giant, flashing red "DANGER" sign looming over his head.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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!
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...
