The Infirmary.
Tang Yuyao wasn’t acting particularly ladylike—she sat cross-legged, hugging a tablet while watching some cheesy romance drama. A glance at the time told her it was almost quitting hour. She stretched lazily, let out a yawn, and got ready to clock out.
Then—
A rapid series of footsteps echoed from outside.
BANG!
The half-open infirmary door was kicked wide open!
The corridor lights flickered wildly, triggered by the noise, flooding the hallway in a sudden blaze of brightness.
Just as quickly as it came, the disturbance faded. The lights along the corridor dimmed one by one, plunging everything back into darkness.
But in that brief moment of illumination, a shadowy figure had clearly been standing there!
Tang Yuyao shuddered, her pupils shrinking in fear. She clutched a pillow like a shield, phone in hand, thumb hovering over the emergency call button—ready to press it the second things took a turn for the worse.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The footsteps drew closer, each one landing like a weight on Tang Yuyao’s chest, suffocating and oppressive. Dread coiled tighter in her gut.
Then—the figure stepped inside.
Under the infirmary lights, the terrifying silhouette’s face was finally revealed.
“Holy crap, it’s a giant pig head!” Tang Yuyao blurted out, her fear instantly evaporating into sheer disbelief.
Ye Cheng: “……”
A “gentle” smile crept onto Ye Cheng’s face. “Doctor Tang, do you find yourself funny?”
“Pfft—HAHAHA!!”
“I can’t—HAHAHA! What the hell are you doing walking around with a face like that at night?! HAHAHA—I’m dying—HAHAHA—my stomach hurts…”
Tang Yuyao couldn’t stop laughing, completely losing it at the sight of Ye Cheng’s current state.
This was too ridiculous. That “adorable” little face of his looked like it had been slapped silly—HAHAHA…
But then, mid-laugh, Tang Yuyao’s amusement died abruptly. A slow, creeping realization dawned on her. She silently retracted her gleefully bared teeth.
Her previously sprawled-out, unrestrained posture on the sofa straightened into something prim and proper—suddenly, she was the picture of a refined lady.
A heavy silence lingered.
“…Did Miss Shen do this?”
“Does this look like the work of a mosquito to you?” Ye Cheng’s smile remained “warm,” his unblinking stare fixed on Tang Yuyao.
Tang Yuyao’s gaze darted away, avoiding his face. “Well… maybe it was?”
Ye Cheng: “……”
“Oh dear, Doctor Tang! There’s a huge mosquito on your face—hold still, let me help you!!”
Ye Cheng “kindly” rolled up his sleeve, flexing his massive bicep.
Ye Cheng, male, 185cm, a “forklift” in the ruthless logistics industry, with a bench press max of 200kg—a physical freak of nature who somehow still feared schoolyard bullies.
Seeing Ye Cheng’s “benevolent” charge toward her, Tang Yuyao panicked, instantly dropping to her knees in surrender.
“I’LL PAY!” she screamed.
And just like that, a man’s conscience was awakened.
Ye Cheng’s eyes cleared instantly, his “gentle” smile now genuinely pleasant as he rubbed his hands together eagerly in front of Tang Yuyao.
“Ahaha, look at this misunderstanding! Doctor Tang, have you eaten yet? It’s so late—must be unsafe walking home alone. Need an escort?”
Tang Yuyao: “……”
This was the first time she’d seen a man switch moods so fast.
Then again, remembering how Ye Cheng had shamelessly called her “Mommy” in broad daylight just for an ice cream earlier, this behavior suddenly made sense.
Anything bizarre or illogical became strangely reasonable when it involved Ye Cheng.
What was reputation?
This was reputation.
Tang Yuyao sighed, resigned. “Fine. How much do you want? Just know I’m not like those rich girls you cozy up to—I’m just a working stiff. Don’t expect much.”
“No money?” Ye Cheng’s eyebrow twitched, his friendly demeanor vanishing in an instant, replaced by a menacing glare.
His eyes raked over Tang Yuyao, scanning her up and down with a distinctly “sinister” look.
Tang Yuyao squirmed under the scrutiny, shrinking back nervously. “Wh-what are you planning?”
A horrifying thought struck her. Her expression twisted in shock and indignation as she protectively covered her chest, as if seeing him in a new, disgusting light.
“Don’t even think about it! No way, I’d never—”
“PFFT—HA! Old hag, keep dreaming!” Ye Cheng unleashed a “dragon’s breath” of disdain, looking at her like she was something scraped off his shoe.
Tang Yuyao: “……”
It took her a full three seconds to process the insult.
Her face turned beet red at visible speed.
“You little brat! What the hell is that supposed to mean?! Don’t you know quality when you see it? I’m way out of your league!”
Tang Yuyao was so furious she abandoned all modesty, lunging at Ye Cheng like a wild animal and locking him in a chokehold.
“ACK—DYING DYING DYING—!” Ye Cheng wheezed.
“Say it! Who’s the old hag?!” Tang Yuyao snarled, applying the same “finishing move” she’d used on him earlier, looking ready to knock him out cold.
“You! You’re the old hag, okay?!” Ye Cheng gasped.
Tang Yuyao: “???”
……
Thirty minutes later.
Tang Yuyao dabbed antiseptic-soaked cotton on Ye Cheng’s swollen face with a pair of tweezers.
“Stop squirming!” She glared, pressing the cotton firmly against his cheek.
“Miss Shen really went all out, huh? This is practically a full-blown ‘evil peach’ now. Tsk tsk.” Tang Yuyao blinked, marveling at the damage.
Ye Cheng: “……”
And whose fault is that?
“Give me your WeChat,” Tang Yuyao ordered.
Ye Cheng scowled. “You think you can just demand that?”
“Fine, no money then.” She rolled her eyes.
“Here you go, Mommy! My QR code—should I scan you, or you scan me?” Ye Cheng batted his “luscious lashes,” pulling out his phone with an angelic smile.
Tang Yuyao: “……”
One minute later.
“WeChat Pay received: 10,000 yuan!”
The sweet chime of money hitting his account filled Ye Cheng with renewed vigor. The once-despised “old hag” now seemed like the kindest, most wonderful Doctor Tang.
“Well, Doctor Tang, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way.”
Ye Cheng bolted the second the money cleared, not wasting a second—after all, this was extortion cash. No way he was sticking around for a change of heart.
But Tang Yuyao yanked him back by the collar. “You think my money’s that easy to take?”
“You’re helping me first.”
Help?
Ye Cheng’s eyes swept over her, then widened in horror as he stumbled back, breaking into a cold sweat.
“No way! I’d rather die than sell my body!!!”
Tang Yuyao's smile stiffened, visibly cracking at an alarming speed.
"You little brat, you damn—!@#$%..."
Half an hour later.
Ye Cheng trailed behind Tang Yuyao, arms laden with bags of all sizes.
They headed toward the faculty apartments. Upon closer inspection, a few fresh, delicate bite marks now adorned Ye Cheng's neck.
"Dr. Tang, you’re not planning to take advantage of me later, are you?" Ye Cheng scratched his neck—right where he’d been bitten—feeling a faint itch.
Tang Yuyao: "..."
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