The Story of the Eastern Young Lady and Then the Little Secretary 2 (Two in One)

The little boy, already on the verge of tears after being slapped, burst into loud sobs when faced with Dongfang Zhixia’s commanding presence. He immediately began calling for his parents. Soon enough, the boy’s parents arrived. Initially furious at seeing their son struck, their anger evaporated the moment they noticed Dongfang Zhixia standing nearby. Their faces turned deathly pale with fear.

Slap!

“Miss Dongfang, we sincerely apologize! The child doesn’t know any better. Please, don’t take it to heart.”

A middle-aged man who bore a striking resemblance to the boy stepped forward, delivering another slap to his crying son before bowing deeply to Dongfang Zhixia. His demeanor was utterly submissive, a far cry from the aggressive stance he’d arrived with. There was no question of standing up for his son now—if this matter wasn’t handled properly, he might as well kiss his future goodbye.

Dongfang Zhixia’s expression remained icy. She let out a cold snort, her poise and words far beyond her years.

“Doesn’t know any better? He looks about ten years old—two years older than me. By your logic, if a ten-year-old is ‘ignorant,’ then I must be even more clueless?”

Sweat beaded on the man’s forehead. He wiped it away nervously, his speech growing halting.

“Enough. Take your son with his temper issues home and educate him properly. I don’t want to see him acting like a wild animal next time—jumping around like a zoo monkey, completely uncivilized. It’s embarrassing.”

Dongfang Zhixia’s words were razor-sharp. She had always been this way since childhood, never sparing a shred of kindness for the “trash” around her. After all, in her eyes, trash belonged in the garbage bin, not scattered everywhere.

The man bowed again, offering another apology and profuse thanks for Dongfang Zhixia’s “generous” forgiveness. Then, gripping his still-sobbing son and the distressed noblewoman who was the boy’s mother, he hastily retreated.

From that day onward, Dongfang Zhixia never saw that family again. They were swiftly stripped of their place in high society, their existing social circle gradually distancing itself from them.

All of this, simply because they had displeased the young heiress of the Dongfang Family.

Even though the Dongfang Family dismissed the incident as childish squabbling and had no intention of pursuing the matter further, those in their orbit weren’t fools. They knew exactly what needed to be done.

A minor incident at the banquet.

After the family’s departure, the event resumed as usual. Though occasional curious glances still lingered on Dongfang Zhixia, none dared to stare for long.

As the jewel of the Dongfang Family, Dongfang Zhixia’s presence was undeniably dazzling. The earlier confrontation had also inadvertently showcased her decisive nature.

Compared to her father, Dongfang Zhan—the head of the Dongfang Family—she was no less formidable. In fact, at her young age, she already seemed poised to surpass him.

“Are you alright?” Dongfang Zhixia asked coolly, eyeing the dazed little secretary before her.

Her intervention had been purely incidental.

Truthfully, Dongfang Zhixia felt no pity for the girl—only irritation.

Irritation at how utterly spineless she was. How could someone so grown let themselves be bullied? Pushed to the ground, yet too afraid to fight back, resorting to sniveling and tears instead.

It was infuriating to watch.

A question nagged at her: How could anyone be so pathetic?

Already struggling to hold back her tears—having endured the humiliation on her family’s orders—the secretary finally broke down at the unexpected concern.

Tears fell in rapid succession, like pearls from a broken necklace, rolling down her plump cheeks.

“Waaah—thank you… thank you…” she hiccuped between sobs, her lips trembling as she expressed gratitude to the young mistress who’d saved her.

“Stop crying. It’s pathetic,” Dongfang Zhixia snapped, her brows furrowing.

The sudden sharpness made the secretary flinch. Clapping a hand over her mouth, she stared at Dongfang Zhixia with wide, watery eyes, like a scolded puppy.

Dongfang Zhixia: “…”

“Tears won’t earn you sympathy in this world. Crying solves nothing—it only highlights your weakness.”

With that, Dongfang Zhixia walked away. She had no patience to stand around watching the girl’s pitiful display, lest her frustration boil over into outright scolding.

As for why the secretary was here alone, or why her parents hadn’t stepped in, Dongfang Zhixia couldn’t care less. It wasn’t her problem.

The secretary remained rooted in place, her misty eyes fixed on the striking young noblewoman who’d helped her.

“Mengmeng! What happened?”

A woman’s alarmed voice cut through the air. The sight of her daughter in tears drained the color from her face.

Clutching a small cake, the middle-aged woman hurriedly led Li Meng away from the banquet.

Late into the night, as the event neared its end, guests began dispersing. The usual networking rituals unfolded—even strangers exchanged pleasantries, for connections were currency.

In high society, as in any other circle, alliances were everything. Members of the same interest group would support each other in times of crisis.

And tonight, the Dongfang Family was the undisputed center of gravity—the apex around which all other factions orbited.

Having extricated herself from the proceedings, Dongfang Zhixia stepped outside for fresh air. The remaining formalities were her parents’ responsibility; at her age, she was exempt.

“Hm? What’s she doing here?”

After a short stroll, Dongfang Zhixia spotted a familiar plump figure crouched near another exit. Piled beside her were plates and plastic bags filled with desserts from the banquet.

And now, the little secretary was devouring them at an impressive speed, her chubby hands darting back and forth like a well-oiled machine.

Gone was the timid, frustrating demeanor from earlier.

Instead, her cheeks were puffed out adorably—like an oversized hamster mid-feast.

Even though Dongfang Zhixia was more mature and outstanding compared to her peers, deep down, she was still a child at heart. And like any child, she couldn’t resist cute things—especially the adorable little secretary currently stuffing her face in front of her.

The little secretary was so engrossed in eating that she didn’t notice the figure creeping up behind her—until a pair of pale, delicate hands suddenly pinched her chubby cheeks.

Though the hands were small, they were slender and elegant, with long, graceful fingers that looked far more "mature" compared to the secretary’s plump little paws.

The secretary turned her head, locking eyes with Dongfang Zhixia, who was still poking her cheeks.

Blinking in confusion, the secretary felt like she’d seen this person somewhere before. Familiar, yet…

Yep. In just a few moments, she’d already forgotten what the young mistress of the Dongfang Family looked like.

"What are you staring at?!" Dongfang Zhixia’s face flushed slightly, refusing to admit she’d given in to the urge to touch those soft cheeks. Instead, she put on a stern front, striking first to cover her embarrassment.

Hearing that voice, the little secretary finally remembered—this was the same cool, elegant young lady who’d helped her earlier.

The sudden scolding made her flinch, and she hurriedly swallowed the bite of cake in her mouth.

"S-sorry, I won’t look anymore…" She covered her eyes, her lips still smeared with cream.

Dongfang Zhixia: "…"

That dumb, innocent expression was too much. Her fingers twitched again, unable to resist giving those soft cheeks another squeeze.

So squishy…

After indulging for a while, Dongfang Zhixia finally pulled her hand back, satisfied.

"Why are you still here? The banquet ended ages ago."

Still covering her eyes, the secretary mumbled, "Mom told me to wait here… She went to find Dad, I think."

So stupid.

Dongfang Zhixia had figured it out—this girl was a complete airhead. But for some reason, a mischievous idea popped into her head. She wanted to tease the little secretary.

"Your parents just said they don’t want you anymore. Told you to figure out how to live on your own." A smirk curled at the corner of Dongfang Zhixia’s lips.

"Waaah— Nooo—!"

Dongfang Zhixia: "…"

Before she could even finish, the secretary burst into loud, dramatic sobs. Dongfang Zhixia’s eye twitched.

"Aren’t you even going to ask why they don’t want you?"

"Waaah—!" The little secretary just kept wiping her tears.

"Is it because I eat too much? Waaah—!"

Dongfang Zhixia: "…"

A few minutes later, the crying finally stopped. And Dongfang Zhixia realized why the secretary had broken down so easily at the idea of being abandoned.

Turns out, she had a bunch of younger siblings at home. As the eldest, she was the least favored—because she wasn’t smart, because her mother had no influence, because of her stepmothers…

"Alright, alright, stop crying. If they don’t want you, I’ll take you, okay?" Dongfang Zhixia rubbed her temples, exasperated by the wailing.

"Sniff… Thank you, sis… I’ll eat less from now on…"

Still sniffling, the secretary wiped her tears, then reluctantly picked up a mini cake from the plate and offered it to Dongfang Zhixia.

"No. Eating that will make me fat. Like you." Her tone was merciless.

The secretary’s lips trembled, looking utterly pitiful as she slowly withdrew her chubby hand.

Seeing that heartbroken expression, Dongfang Zhixia sighed and snatched the cake, taking a bite.

"Ugh. Too sweet. Tastes awful."

"Sis, this one’s not as sweet! Try this!"

"No. I’ll get fat. Like you. Then I won’t be pretty anymore."

"Waaah—!"

"Stop crying! So pathetic!"

"Sniff… I’m sorry…"

Dongfang Zhixia had never met someone so… simple. Or, to put it bluntly—so dumb!

But weirdly enough, she enjoyed talking to her. Unlike others, the little secretary never got impatient. And whenever she cried, Dongfang Zhixia just pinched her cheeks as compensation for the emotional damage.

Their odd little exchange didn’t last long. Soon, the secretary’s mother returned to pick her up.

The moment she saw her mom, the secretary lunged into her arms, clinging like a lost puppy. Dongfang Zhixia chuckled to herself and quietly slipped away.

Just another ordinary day.

She didn’t think much of their parting—or the words she’d said. Promises like "If they don’t want you, I’ll take you" were just empty talk.

After all, in their world, no family was so poor they couldn’t afford to raise their own kids. At worst, it was a matter of frugality versus luxury. Even the "poor" ones lived in comfort beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

At least, that’s what Dongfang Zhixia believed—until six months later.

She woke up one morning to a "surprise" delivered by the family butler.

The little secretary.

Alive, sniffling, standing right in front of her with swollen, red-rimmed eyes. The moment she saw Dongfang Zhixia, the waterworks started again.

"Waaah— Sis—!"

Dongfang Zhixia: "…"

After getting the full story, Dongfang Zhixia finally understood why the secretary had shown up. Her mother—the same woman she’d seen that day—had died.

A car accident. Sudden. No warning.

At home, the secretary had no one else. Her father was useless, her stepmothers openly bullied her, and without her mother’s protection, the not-so-bright girl had been pushed to her limits. That’s why she’d come to Dongfang Zhixia—not because her family had abandoned her.

For all she knew, her family was probably searching for her right now.

After processing the mess, Dongfang Zhixia steeled herself, ready to send the secretary back where she came from. This girl was nothing but trouble—and clearly not the sharpest tool in the shed.

"Sis… No one likes me…" The secretary hung her head, standing stiffly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dongfang Zhixia’s pupils shrank.

Those words hit her like a punch. What came out of her mouth next wasn’t what she’d planned at all.

"You sure you want to stay with me?"

"No more being a young miss. If you want to eat, you’ll have to work."

"Mm! I’ll work hard, sis…"

"Alright, but first you have to tell me your name."

"Mhm, sister, my name is Li Meng. I’ll be very obedient, I’ll eat less, I’ll..."

Li Meng, the little secretary, was originally the eldest daughter of Li Corporation, a young lady born into privilege. Due to unforeseen family circumstances, she ended up following Dongfang Zhixia—who once claimed no one else wanted her but she was willing to take her in. From then on, the two began decades of inseparable companionship.

...Though, who was really taking care of whom was debatable.

In the villa, Dongfang Zhixia lay awake, her mind replaying the striking image of Ye Cheng’s impeccably defined muscles. Her heart inexplicably raced, and she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

On the same bed, the little secretary was already dead to the world, mumbling sleepily about mooncakes, tangyuan, and little cakes.

Round and rolling, she gradually shifted from her side of the bed over to her young mistress’s, clinging to her. Her thighs clamped around Dongfang Zhixia’s slender waist as she mindlessly assaulted her with her cheeks and uselessly soft flesh, elbowing the Dongfang heiress in the process.

"Tangyuan, hehe..."

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

Silently, Dongfang Zhixia blamed Ye Cheng for tonight’s ordeal. If not for him, her secretary wouldn’t have gotten a nosebleed. If not for him, she wouldn’t be lying here wide awake right now...

It was all that bastard’s fault!