When Dongfang Zhixia saw Ye Cheng's file pop up, her mind blanked for a moment.
Ever since she ran into Ye Cheng a few days ago, he had been haunting her like a ghost, popping up in the most unexpected places—not just around campus, but even in her dreams.
Now, even in a random disciplinary record she happened to flip through, Ye Cheng’s name was there. It was only then that Dongfang Zhixia remembered: the incident mentioned two participants—one was Li Yong, and the other was Ye Cheng.
So… was this guy trying to jump off a building?
In an instant, Dongfang Zhixia’s imagination ran wild. Scenarios like Ye Cheng being bullied, Li Yong using his status to oppress Ye Cheng, a commoner…
A flood of chaotic thoughts filled her head. Before even processing the situation, she had already maxed out her rage meter. She already had a grudge against Li Yong, and now this "bullying" incident—wait, no. What did it matter to her if someone got bullied?
After her inexplicable anger flared up, Dongfang Zhixia finally realized: whether Ye Cheng got bullied or not had nothing to do with her. In fact, given everything that had happened before, it’d be better if he did get bullied—it’d serve him right.
But…
Dongfang Zhixia couldn’t feel even a shred of satisfaction. There was no triumphant "justice served" moment. Instead, an inexplicable unease settled in her chest, a restless dread spreading through her.
Sure, that guy’s behavior wasn’t exactly human, but in a way, he hadn’t done anything outright evil. At worst, he’d "hurt" her—but at his core, he was a decent person.
Dongfang Zhixia still remembered the details of Ye Cheng’s records. Eccentric as he was, he’d worked part-time since childhood, saving only a fraction of his earnings for living expenses while sending the bulk back to the orphanage where he grew up. For over a decade, he’d kept it up without fail…
Recently, Dongfang Zhixia had dug up a few large transfers under Ye Cheng’s name—tens of thousands, all funneled back to that same orphanage, leaving him with barely a few hundred in his own pocket.
A person like that couldn’t possibly be some villain. Actions spoke louder than words, and Dongfang Zhixia had always judged people by what they did, not what they said.
Even when Ye Cheng somehow "scammed" money from who-knows-where, he never spent it on himself. Instead, he sent it back—living by the old saying, "A drop of kindness should be repaid with a river."
Sure, he hadn’t been a model kid at the orphanage—always grabbing extra food, hogging resources—but when it came time to step up, he never shirked responsibility. A stark contrast to the other orphans who cut ties the moment they left, ungrateful and forgetful.
Ye Cheng never boasted about his deeds, either. He just did what he thought was right. The rest didn’t matter…
The longer she dwelled on it, the more Dongfang Zhixia’s unease grew. She pushed her food away, appetite gone, and grabbed her phone to make a call.
"It’s me. What’s the status on the two people involved in the jumping incident this morning? …You don’t know? Is this how you handle things? You don’t even investigate when students are in danger—"
Dongfang Zhixia tore into the person on the other end without hesitation. Her secretary, still stuffing her face at the table, froze mid-chew at the sharpness in her boss’s voice. She swallowed hard, wiped her mouth, and scurried off to eavesdrop.
"Apologies, Miss Dongfang. This was our oversight. Please give us another chance—we’ll ensure it never happens again. The safety of every student is our top priority. We’ll—"
"You have five minutes. No update by then, you’re fired. And your attitude? Disappointing. That’s all."
Every word was ice. Dongfang Zhixia hung up, chest heaving, but the outburst did nothing to ease her agitation. If anything, it made her more restless.
How could this happen? That guy was always so upbeat. Why would he jump? What the hell did Li Yong do?
Her imagination spiraled, her fury toward Li Yong reaching critical mass—so palpable even her secretary could tell she was livid.
The secretary racked her brain. Even when some jerk had bitten Miss Dongfang before, she hadn’t been this angry when she got home that night. But no matter how much she wracked her tiny brain, she couldn’t figure it out.
Once her boss finished the call, the secretary timidly spoke up.
"Miss… what’s wrong?"
For a split second, Dongfang Zhixia wanted to unleash her rage. If she hadn’t overslept, maybe she could’ve seen the news sooner. If only—
"Nothing. I’m heading out. You stay here and memorize vocabulary. I’ll test you when I get back."
Dongfang Zhixia reined in her temper. Her secretary wasn’t the brightest—whatever was said, she’d take to heart. No need to risk her crying for a month over this and spiraling into depression.
Forcing a smile, Dongfang Zhixia grabbed her things and hurried out. Before she even reached the stairs, her private car pulled up outside the villa.
She got in, speeding off toward her destination, leaving only the secretary standing on the balcony, watching her go.
"Miss seems mad… Was it because I ate too much…?" Muttering to herself, the secretary resolved to go on a diet.
———
Meanwhile.
Classroom.
Ye Cheng was sprawled across his desk, fast asleep—completely unharmed. As far as he was concerned, the morning’s incident was already water under the bridge.
Li Yong, who’d been barking like a dog downstairs, didn’t even have the guts to face Ye Cheng upstairs. Knowing he’d messed with the wrong guy—and that the situation had blown up—he wasn’t about to go looking for trouble.
And let’s be real.
With Ye Cheng’s build and physical prowess, what was Li Yong gonna do? Volunteer as a punching bag?
If someone else bragged about being some "double-flower red staff" enforcer, Li Yong might’ve called BS. But with Ye Cheng’s physique? "Double-flower red staff" might’ve been an understatement. The guy was basically stating facts!
Nobody told me the school had someone this terrifying!
Dammit!
This is such a scam!
Just as Ye Cheng predicted, the heartless young mistress hadn’t shown up for class today. His meal ticket was officially gone. Sigh…
Ye Cheng slumped over the desk, looking utterly dejected—though his melancholy lasted all of three seconds before he dozed off again. His sorrow vanished as quickly as it came. Meanwhile, Li Yong in another classroom wasn’t so lucky.
In a different classroom, Li Yong sat drowsily until the lecture was abruptly interrupted. A group of bodyguards lined the hallway outside as a stern-faced girl with a student council badge marched in.
"Li Yong, you’re coming with us."
Li Yong turned ghostly pale, nearly wetting himself at the overwhelming show of force. He frantically protested his innocence.
"Wait, miss—you must have the wrong guy! Yeah, my name’s Li Yong, but it’s probably not the Li Yong you’re after! I—"
"Your father is Li Erhe?" the student council girl tested.
Li Yong clung to the lifeline, nodding wildly. "Yes, yes! That’s me—Li Erhe’s my dad! You’ve definitely got the wrong person!"
The girl smirked. "Then we’ve got the right one. Take him away."
Li Yong: "???"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
