Click.
The apartment door swung open.
Tang Yuyao stepped in first, flicking the lights on with a snap. Ye Cheng followed behind, arms laden with bags and packages, urging her impatiently.
"Come on, Dr. Tang, why are you just standing there? Trying to be Qin Shubao or Yu Chigong (the door gods)?"
Bam!
Before Ye Cheng could finish, Tang Yuyao, who had already entered, abruptly slammed the door shut—right into his face. Slowly, a large, red bump swelled on his forehead.
Look at this bump, so big and red, just like this—
Ye Cheng: "..."
Well, now it’s symmetrical.
Upon closer inspection, aside from the fresh lump dangling from his forehead, there was already another one on the back of his head—courtesy of Tang Yuyao’s earlier outburst.
As the saying goes, women and small-minded people are the hardest to deal with. Ye Cheng strongly suspected Tang Yuyao was lashing out because he’d seen through her attempt to exploit him, and she was now drowning in embarrassment.
Fortunately, Ye Cheng had a high pain tolerance. Aside from the throbbing, he was fine—probably just needed a good night’s sleep to recover.
Well, that applied to the lump on the back of his head. The one on his forehead? Even if it healed overnight, it’d still be glaringly obvious tomorrow. So—
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ye Cheng dropped his bags and started hammering on the door. "Old hag, only one of us is walking out of here alive today! I’m telling you, this isn’t over!"
His furious voice echoed down the hallway, seeping through the closed metal door into the apartment.
Tang Yuyao heard it, of course, but she had bigger problems right now—she was this close to social suicide.
She usually lived alone. The school provided free housing for faculty, separate from student dorms. As Ye Cheng put it, even though Tang Yuyao was just a "lazy, deadbeat doctor" in the infirmary, technically, she still counted as staff.
All faculty members enjoyed free housing—just pay utilities, and even those were half-subsidized by the school.
Good pay, easy work, and close to home? The perfect dream for any overworked drone.
Naturally, Tang Yuyao wasn’t dumb enough to rent outside. Living on campus meant extra sleep.
And since it was her place, she lived however she pleased. So… her clothes—inside, outside, everywhere. Cool ones, warm ones, you name it. A single glance would reveal it all.
No one ever visited her. This had been her norm for years. Today, she’d dragged Ye Cheng in as free labor—her first-ever guest.
The moment she turned on the lights, her blood rushed to her head, face burning crimson down to her neck.
Luckily, Ye Cheng’s arms were too full of boxes to see anything.
Quick as lightning, SLAM!—she shut the door and frantically started gathering her "exploded" wardrobe. No time to organize; she just scooped everything into her arms, flung open her bedroom door, and dumped it all inside.
Rinse and repeat. One minute later, the living room was spotless.
Tang Yuyao exhaled deeply, wiping sweat from her brow, cheeks still flushed.
"Did I miss anything?"
Another minute of meticulous scanning confirmed the coast was clear. Only then did she finally open the door for Ye Cheng.
Click.
"Old hag, only one of us is walking out of here alive today! I’m telling you, this isn’t over!"
Ye Cheng glared at her, fury etched on his face, looking ready to devour her whole.
Tang Yuyao’s first glimpse was the shiny "lightbulb" on his forehead—her handiwork, no doubt.
Yeah, this was on her. No wonder he was pissed. Seeing his rage, she tentatively offered:
"How about… another 10,000 to pretend this never happened?"
"Hah. You think money solves everything? Don’t insult my noble character with your filthy cash, you—"
Ye Cheng’s sneer was ice-cold, no trace of his usual playfulness.
"…20,000?" Tang Yuyao raised a second finger, wiggling it like a bunny’s ear—20 grand.
"Mommy, could you insult me twice more?"
Ye Cheng’s tirade cut off instantly. His eyes sparkled with newfound clarity as he whipped out his phone, shoving the payment QR code under her nose.
Tang Yuyao: "..."
"WeChat Pay received: 20,000 yuan!"
The robotic voice announced the transfer. Tang Yuyao paid without hesitation, then pocketed her phone.
"That’s it. I’m drained. You’ve sucked me dry this month… wuuu…" She pouted at her phone.
The month had barely started, and she’d already spent more than she earned—all on Ye Cheng. Wuuu…
Ye Cheng, meanwhile, was gleefully checking his balance. Something about her words felt off.
"The month just started, though?"
"Yeah, what about it?" Tang Yuyao blinked.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Silently, he reopened his QR code. One second to switch back to "battle mode":
"You think 20,000 is enough to insult me? Dream on! You think money lets you do whatever you want? You think—"
Thunk!
His rant ended abruptly as a fresh lump joined the collection. He meekly retracted his QR code.
"Your face is thick, you know that?" Tang Yuyao smiled sweetly, pinching his cheek and stretching it like putty.
Every word dripped with gritted teeth.
Damn, she saw through it!
Turns out, poverty had limited Ye Cheng’s imagination. He’d assumed a slacker school doctor like Tang Yuyao wouldn’t earn much—maybe five figures, definitely not six.
But this chat revealed she might easily pull six figures a month.
Ahem. "So, uh, Dr. Tang, I should head back. Dorm curfew’s soon."
Cash in hand, Ye Cheng prepared to bolt. Tang Yuyao yanked him back.
"You’re already here. Might as stay for a bit."
Sure, he’d just extorted her, but in a way, she deserved it after putting him through so much. And honestly, his shameless, upfront greed was kinda… refreshing.
At least they're not like certain people who keep spouting nonsense about "having her best interests at heart" with that hypocritical face, only to turn around and try to marry her off to someone's son—dressing it up with excuses like "my old comrade-in-arms is trustworthy" or "I watched that boy grow up."
Oh really? If he's so trustworthy, why don't you marry him yourself? Cut the crap.
[Host, please follow your heart—accept the clinic doctor's duo queue invitation while maintaining your boundaries!]
[Reward: Supreme muscle definition]
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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.”
