"Seriously, dude? Why dump all this crap on me?"
"What do you mean, 'what I secretly wanted'?"
All he'd planned was to verbally agree to being Dongfang Zhixia's lapdog first, then turn the tables… Okay, fine, he did want to teach that arrogant young mistress a lesson.
But come on—how’s an average Joe like him supposed to do that?
Forget teaching her a lesson; if he even dared to curse at her twice, he’d probably get chopped into mincemeat the second he stepped off campus.
Ye Cheng glanced at the imposing student council president in front of him, then at the icy "failure reward" from the system.
The system’s terms were crystal clear: sure, there were rewards, but failure meant a random, unpredictable calamity—something no ordinary person could withstand.
The reason Ye Cheng had been stuffing himself with food all day? Testing his appetite.
He’d never been able to eat this much before.
But today, he’d devoured enough to confirm the system’s reward was real—his supposedly one-in-a-world terminal illness, "Ye Cheng Syndrome," had downgraded to mid-stage cancer.
Ye Cheng wasn’t afraid of failure. He had the courage to start over and the guts to face death head-on. But this? This humiliation? No way he’d tolerate it!
Alright, disclaimer over… My name’s Ye Cheng, and by the time you read this, I’m already dead—wait, no, scratch that. I’ve stopped being human.
And then… (Pop quiz for the kids watching at home: Guess what happened next?)
Dongfang Zhixia: "…"
Secretary: "…"
Time seemed to freeze. The air grew eerily still until, after a long pause, the secretary let out a shrill scream.
"Young Mistress!!!"
"AHHHHH!!!"
"SHUT UP!!!"
In the vast, abandoned factory, the only sound was the secretary’s hysterics. The two main players, Ye Cheng and Dongfang Zhixia, stood in dead silence.
So quiet, it was like they’d already passed away.
Dongfang Zhixia might’ve looked alive, but mentally, she’d checked out a while ago.
This was supposed to be just a little prank on Ye Cheng.
After the way he’d humiliated her in front of everyone earlier, making her suffer public embarrassment, wasn’t it fair for her to get a tiny bit of revenge?
She hadn’t planned anything too extreme.
She wasn’t some sadistic monster who got off on bullying the weak. But letting Ye Cheng off scot-free? That just didn’t sit right with her.
Hence this whole charade.
Ye Cheng had trampled all over her dignity and pride in front of the entire school that morning.
Now, she was returning the favor!
She’d wanted to humiliate him, make him feel the same "helplessness" and "despair" she’d endured earlier.
But… Ye Cheng didn’t play by the rules. Instead of breaking down, he seemed energized. And worse—Dongfang Zhixia suddenly remembered the terror of being at his mercy before.
Is this guy even human?!
Dongfang Zhixia was utterly dumbfounded.
Far from looking defeated, Ye Cheng was practically buzzing with excitement: "Well, Madam President, was that satisfactory? If not, I can always try harder~"
No trace of the shame or humiliation she’d imagined. If anything, it was like he’d just gotten a buff.
"You—you—JUST DIE ALREADY!!!"
Finally snapping out of it, Dongfang Zhixia’s face flushed crimson. Her chest heaved violently, and she didn’t even bother with her shoes anymore.
She started kicking the tied-up Ye Cheng relentlessly.
The secretary watched in stunned silence, too afraid to intervene.
She’d never seen the young mistress lose her composure like this—no trace of her usual grace, poise, or confidence remained.
Only pure, unadulterated battle lust directed at Ye Cheng!
After who-knows-how-many kicks from those delicate feet, Dongfang Zhixia finally wore herself out.
"Idiot! Jerk! Mark my words, I—I…!"
With that, she fled the scene, leaving behind even her discarded black designer heels.
The secretary stood frozen for a second before scrambling after her.
"Hey, hey! I’m still tied up here! Untie me, beautiful!"
The secretary had no choice but to double back and free Ye Cheng.
This place was in the middle of nowhere. If they left him, who knew how long he’d be stuck?
Once the ropes were off, the secretary hesitated, then sighed.
"Look, you troublemaker… just transfer schools. The young mistress won’t let this go."
With that, she hurried off after Dongfang Zhixia.
[Mission Complete. Reward Issued. Please Check.]
Photographic memory—acquired!
Ye Cheng dusted himself off. Dongfang Zhixia’s kicks had left dusty footprints all over him.
"Rich girls really are all bark, huh? Says she’s coming, then runs off. Just a bunch of overgrown kids."
As he turned to leave, he spotted the "loot" dropped by the president.
Now, don’t get the wrong idea!
Sure, Dongfang Zhixia was fiercer than a rabid dog.
But she was pretty. Some masochist out there would pay good money for this.
Time to deploy his secret sales tactic:
"Hey, buddy, fate brought us together. Got a rare collectible here—interested?"
Ye Cheng checked that the coast was clear, then launched into his performance.
"Oops, whose shoe is this? Anyone want it?"
"If not… guess I’ll take it~"
For insurance, he even recorded a "disclaimer video," repeating the same spiel.
Then he pocketed the young mistress’s premium-grade dropped item!
Ah, elite schools—where even the ground was paved with gold. Walk two steps, and you’d trip over something valuable.
"Mmhm~ Today’s a good day~~~"
Ye Cheng hummed cheerfully as he walked off with his prize.
Not long after, the secretary returned, frantically searching for the missing shoe.
"Where is it? It was right here!"
She was sweating bullets. This was a major screw-up. How could she not have noticed the young mistress losing a shoe?! She was so fired…
Nothing. Gone.
How?! It was right here!
Just as she was about to cry, her eyes landed on the chair where Ye Cheng had been tied up.
…No.
Her pupils shrank.
Outside the factory, inside a parked Rolls-Royce Phantom, a stunning girl was furiously scrubbing her feet with bottled water. Even after they were spotless, she kept washing.
"Disgusting! Disgusting! DISGUSTING!!!"
"You bastard! I’ll make you pay! I’LL MAKE YOU PAY!"
Dongfang Zhixia chanted these lines like a mantra, making the driver’s scalp crawl.
Who the hell pissed off the young mistress this time?!
This was the most unhinged he’d ever seen her.
Soon, the secretary emerged from the factory, empty-handed.
Her face fell as she spoke, "Miss Dongfang... the shoes, they're gone."
"It seems... that guy took them."
Dongfang Zhixia's movements froze. Her expression stiffened, and the plastic water bottle in her hand crumpled with a sharp crackling sound!
"Ahhh!!!"
"You bastard—I’ll kill you!!!"
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