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.
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?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
