The apartment was in disarray—whether it was the table, the floor, or even the couch where Ye Cheng and Tang Yuyao had just "battled." Of course, this "battle" carried no nefarious connotations; it was simply the most straightforward, primal, and physical form of conflict: an offline octagon cage match!
The contestants, as always, were Ye Cheng and Tang Yuyao. Unfortunately, Ye Cheng was putting on an act—way too dramatic—and once again found himself pinned to the ground by Tang Yuyao’s signature "finishing move." This time, however, his "injuries" were far more severe.
"Dr. Tang, let’s be reasonable here. You asked me what I liked to drink, right? I said I liked red tea—nothing wrong with that, yeah? Isn’t Master Kong a big brand? I’ve drunk more iced tea than you’ve had water in your life..."
Ye Cheng was laying out his case with logic and emotion, but Tang Yuyao remained silent. If she made any sound at all, it was just incoherent mumbling.
The reason was simple: Tang Yuyao was currently gnawing on Ye Cheng’s head.
Yes, literally.
Gnawing.
On his head.
His scalp ached.
They’d been locked in this position for nearly half an hour, a clear sign that Tang Yuyao was genuinely furious—so furious she’d lost all rationality. Her only thought was to destroy Ye Cheng.
Pure hatred.
What really broke her was that Ye Cheng’s argument was flawless. From the initial question about drinks to his detailed tasting notes, everything was technically correct. The "tea" he’d described wasn’t wrong—it was just iced tea.
If anyone was to blame, it was her for watching too many brain-dead TV dramas and letting her imagination run wild.
Ye Cheng was innocent.
But… Tang Yuyao would never admit that. She was mad, and she wanted to bite someone!!!
Seeing that persuasion was futile, Ye Cheng resigned himself to fate. He pulled out his phone and started scrolling through mind-numbingly stupid videos to soothe his frayed nerves.
"Frequent airplane buyers know how troublesome it can be to own too many planes. That’s where a private airport comes in handy, solving all your headaches. So, the question is—how much does a private airport cost?"
The familiar synthetic AI voice, paired with juvenile, nonsensical narration and a chaotic collage of visuals, delivered the exact brand of idiocy Ye Cheng loved to indulge in after a long day of being a "forklift driver."
Beautiful. Absolutely riveting.
Ye Cheng was engrossed, as was Tang Yuyao, who was still locked onto his scalp in a chokehold.
But Tang Yuyao lacked Ye Cheng’s ironclad mental fortitude. After a few seconds, she couldn’t take it anymore—listening any longer would turn her brain to mush.
"Ugh, what kind of garbage are you watching? This isn’t even human content!"
Finally releasing her teeth from Ye Cheng’s skull, Tang Yuyao’s voice dripped with disgust and confusion.
Suddenly "pardoned," Ye Cheng took a moment to adjust before pocketing his phone—but not before saving the half-watched video for later enjoyment.
"It’s getting late, Dr. Tang. If I don’t head back to the dorm soon, I’ll get penalized again. One more strike from the dorm president, and I’ll be standing on the rooftop, marveling at how strong the wind is up there."
Ye Cheng’s tone was dripping with melancholy. Tang Yuyao blinked.
His "alive-but-might-as-well-be-dead" mental state was oddly… relatable. It reminded her of her own post-runaway slump, a period of utter listlessness she’d barely clawed her way out of.
With a dismissive huff, Tang Yuyao let him go.
"Hmph. You little brat, this isn’t over. Just you wait!"
Standing up, she grabbed tissues from the table to wipe her mouth and clothes—though most of the iced tea she’d spat out had landed squarely on Ye Cheng.
Not content with that, she’d "invited" him to a forced "duo session," smearing the tea evenly across his body.
Remembering this now, Tang Yuyao’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. Tossing the tissues at Ye Cheng, she added another icy "Hmph!" for good measure.
"No need, Dr. Tang. This towel of yours absorbs pretty well—just a bit small." Ye Cheng remarked offhandedly.
Towel?
What towel? Since when was there a towel in the living room? Towels belonged in the bathroom.
Tang Yuyao froze, her gaze blank as it landed on the "towel" in Ye Cheng’s hand.
Black. Lightweight. Excellent absorption…
Her brain short-circuited.
Ye Cheng, sensing danger, glanced down and finally recognized the "towel’s" true identity.
Oh.
No wonder it felt small. It was…
Slap!
——
Outside the apartment building.
"Bye, Dr. Tang! Next time, remember to stock up on iced tea!" Ye Cheng called up cheerfully, his face still rosy from recent events, as he waved goodbye to Tang Yuyao’s window.
With that, he vanished into the night.
Back inside, Tang Yuyao curled up on the couch, eyes red and puffy like she’d been crying. Sniffling to keep her nose from running, she’d removed her fogged-up gold-rimmed glasses and set them on the coffee table.
"Wuwuwu… Why am I so unlucky…?"
Her muttering dissolved into sobs, each word amplifying her misery. Her little bun hairstyle bobbed with each hiccup, adding an unintentional touch of cuteness.
What stung most was knowing she’d been the unreasonable one—yet she was the one who’d ended up smacking Ye Cheng. The guilt twisted her insides.
At the other end of the couch lay the other "culprit" of tonight’s debacle. A faint white tag peeked out, bearing the words:
"Ladies’ lightweight lace..."
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.
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."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
