New Title: A Woman Who Breaks Her Word, Despicable and Shameless, The Young Lady's Rage Meter Is Full

Dongfang Zhixia's face flushed red with embarrassment and anger as she glared at Ye Cheng.

"Who are you calling someone who 'pulls up their skirt and forgets the person'?!"

Ye Cheng shook his head vigorously. "No idea! It definitely couldn’t be someone as kind, beautiful, and magnanimous as you, our great president... wuwuwu."

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

Her punch felt like hitting cotton—Ye Cheng was a slippery, unshakable rogue. Any sharp verbal attacks bounced right off him, as if they were nothing more than a light tickle. He might even cheerfully ask for more, completely unfazed.

And yet... while Ye Cheng was busy arguing and shaking his head, he was still clinging to Dongfang Zhixia’s leg. In practice, this meant his face kept rubbing against her thigh.

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

In the past, she would’ve already slapped or kicked him by now. But this time... her body felt strangely weak.

Damn it.

All because of that dream last night...

Dongfang Zhixia gritted her teeth inwardly. After confirming Ye Cheng was unharmed and venting her anger by beating up some guy outside earlier, she wasn’t even mad anymore. Yet, she still couldn’t look at Ye Cheng the same way.

Because of her secretary treating her like a snack last night, the already "unusual" dream had spiraled into something even more inappropriate—borderline indecent.

Dongfang Zhixia had no idea how she endured it. She’d nearly lost her mind, barely holding on until dawn. The only downside? She had to take a shower and change all her clothes.

In the bathroom, she scrubbed herself over and over, cursing Ye Cheng in her heart the entire time.

But this was truly a case of "the dumb suffer in silence"—she couldn’t voice her grievances, nor should she. Besides, the dream was mostly her own fault, with a small part due to her secretary.

If her secretary hadn’t wandered off to the male dorm at night to "stargaze," and if that idiot hadn’t sneaked upstairs to peek again behind her back, none of this would’ve happened!

Otherwise... she wouldn’t have "accidentally" stared a little too long, leading to that kind of dream...

It wasn’t her fault! It was that fool at home and that guy who loved strutting around shirtless on the balcony at night—

The more Dongfang Zhixia thought about it, the less confident she became, only daring to mutter weakly in her heart. Deep down, she knew the problem lay with her. Any excuses were just shifting blame.

Even if temptation was right in front of her, if she’d just resisted, would things have escalated? Besides, what Ye Cheng did in his own apartment was his business. She couldn’t exactly warn him now, "No more shirtless balcony appearances!"

That’d be like admitting everything—she’d lose all dignity.

Dongfang Zhixia wanted to regain her usual tough attitude toward Ye Cheng, but now she couldn’t even look at him properly. The image she’d seen through the telescope kept replaying in her mind.

Add to that the lingering effects of last night’s bizarre dreams, plus Ye Cheng shamelessly clinging to her leg and rubbing against her... Dongfang Zhixia’s legs felt weak, her heartbeat erratic, and her ears—hidden beneath her hair—burned with an unnatural flush.

"Get up, you shameless jerk! Weren’t you the one who swore to surpass me? Who vowed to make me regret everything? What are you doing now? Can’t you act like a man and stand your ground?!"

Her face burned as she spoke, frustration and exasperation lacing her tone.

Ye Cheng blinked innocently, still kneeling and hugging her thigh as he looked up.

"Hahaha, what ‘surpassing’? Just kid stuff, y’know? Sounded cool at the time, hahaha..."

"I saw it in a drama or something, hahaha. As for ‘making you regret’—President, you’re the most beautiful, kind, and generous person I’ve ever met... Surely someone as amazing as you wouldn’t hold a grudge against a nobody like me, right?"

"President? You still listening?"

Ye Cheng noticed Dongfang Zhixia had gone completely still, her eyes devoid of focus. A bad feeling crept into his chest.

Oh no!

Time to run—the boss... no, the president was entering Phase Two!

Silently, Ye Cheng gave her flawless leg one last rub before letting go.

"Uh, President, I just remembered—my grandma’s getting married today, and my grandpa’s about to finish school. Let’s call it a day, yeah? I’ll get out of your hair now..."

Seeing the danger, Ye Cheng turned to bolt. But a hand shot out, clamping onto his head like a vice—Great Sea City’s infamous troublemaker was caught!

For some reason, Ye Cheng pictured a guy on a scooter, swinging a watermelon knife: "Boss, how much for this melon...?"

"Sweetheart, you cause trouble, take advantage of me, and now you think you can just run away? Too easy."

Dongfang Zhixia gripped his head like a basketball, yanking his hair. Ye Cheng gulped and slowly turned, forcing an innocent smile.

"President... spare me? I can lick shoes, be a human punching bag, do a hundred backflips in a row—"

"Of course, sweetheart." She emphasized the last word, her smile sweet as venom. To Ye Cheng, it looked downright demonic.

"But let’s see what use you are first. If you’re worthless..."

Ye Cheng nodded frantically, rubbing his hands like a fly. "I’m useful! I swear! Shoe-licking, punching bag, sign language, lip-reading, translating ahem certain Japanese films’ best scenes, a hundred backflips, making a hundred string figures in five minutes, chugging five jumbo bottles of iced tea in one go—"

Dongfang Zhixia: "???"

......

Male Dormitory.

A group of freshmen—about seven or eight—crowded outside, whispering among themselves.

"Yong-ge lives here, right?"

"I think it's here. Hold on, let me check the door number Yong sent... Yep, this is the place. Let's go up."

"Someone actually dared to mess with Yong? They’ve got a death wish. Today, we’ll teach them what happens when an egg tries to smash a rock!"

"Whoa, isn’t that the Shen Family’s car? Why’s it parked here?"

"Wait… could the person inside be the Shen Family’s young master?"

"What? The Shen Family’s young master?!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! You wanna die? Hurry, let’s go, let’s go…"

Seven or eight guys, who had been all fired up just moments ago, bragging about how they’d avenge their "Yong," suddenly paled at the sight of the Shen Family’s car parked outside. They quickly scurried into the boys' dormitory, not daring to linger or gossip any further.

The more local nobles from Great Sea City you were, the more you understood just how terrifying the Shen and Dongfang Families were. A century ago, the Shen Family was practically the uncrowned kings of the city—people who could chop down anyone without batting an eye. The kind where if you called the cops, their phones would ring instead…

The group fled in a panic.

Inside the car, Shen Qinghan narrowed her eyes, displeased.

Why was it taking so long? There was still no news.

She was regretting her earlier impulsiveness now. After returning home, she had blocked Ye Cheng on WeChat, leaving her with no way to contact him. She really should’ve thought things through before acting.

Her calm expression was tinged with conflict, as if she were wrestling with herself. Her phone screen displayed the blocked contact page for Ye Cheng.

"Unblock this contact?"

Her finger had hovered over the "Yes" option for nearly five minutes.

Taking a deep breath, she finally began to lower her finger—

Ding!

"Young Master, we’ve found him. Young Master Ye was taken away by Dongfang Zhixia of the Dongfang Family."

The sudden notification made her finger twitch, veering off from the "Yes" option to the newly arrived message.

Logically, since it was class time, Shen Qinghan should’ve gone straight to the classroom to find him. But there were things she needed to settle with Ye Cheng privately—no audience required.

Besides, it was almost lunchtime, and Ye Cheng always returned to his dorm after eating. So, she figured she’d just camp at the "spawn point" and wait for him to respawn.

Of course, there was another reason—she needed to track down Li Yong and get to the bottom of this morning’s incident. The post she’d seen earlier had been… explosive.

At the time, the claim that Ye Cheng had jumped off a building had sent her into a blind rage, drowning out all rational thought. She’d rushed over from the Shen Family without considering the details. But now, with a cooler head, the inconsistencies were obvious.

First, Ye Cheng might seem like an idiot, but he wasn’t actually stupid.

Second, if that fool had really been threatened or bullied, he’d have come running to her for help immediately. Even if she’d blocked him, he’d have gone straight to Dongfang Zhixia.

Jumping off a building? That was beyond ridiculous. Besides, Ye Cheng was a master at playing the victim—always dishing out harm, never taking it himself.

Something didn’t add up.

Even if she couldn’t get to Ye Cheng, she’d drag Li Yong in for questioning. As for the person who wrote that post? They’d already vanished. Someone had moved faster than her, silencing the gossipers.

Not just the post—the whole incident should’ve blown up, but it had been wiped clean, like it never happened. Only a handful of people in the academy had that kind of speed and influence. And the motive?

Protecting someone.

Two possibilities:

One, the Li Family had stepped in to shield Li Yong—their only heir. That made sense.

Or two…

Dongfang Zhixia was protecting Ye Cheng.

The odds were fifty-fifty, but for some reason, Shen Qinghan leaned toward the latter. And for some other reason, it pissed her off. Dongfang Zhixia’s actions contradicted her words, earning her a new label in Shen Qinghan’s mind:

A two-faced, backstabbing liar!

At this point, Dongfang Zhixia’s title in Shen Qinghan’s mental ledger had officially upgraded to "That deceitful, shameless snake!"

Because if Dongfang Zhixia had really meant what she’d said before, she should’ve been delighted by Ye Cheng’s predicament. She should’ve taken the chance to rid herself of the idiot who’d humiliated her. Instead, she was helping him?

Did that make any sense?

Did it?!

Shen Qinghan’s chest rose and fell—though not quite as impressively as the Student Council President’s—as she forced herself to shut out the chaotic thoughts. When she opened her eyes again, her usual composure had returned.

She turned her attention to the intel sent by the Shen Family’s "information specialists."

Every major family kept a small army of these specialists—the best in the world, across all fields. They went by many names: hackers, red hats, white hats, national cybersecurity experts…

Most families preferred to train their own, for security. The rest? They’d poach with offers too good to refuse—even from government positions.

Because at the end of the day… patriotism doesn’t pay the bills. You had to put real money on the table to keep talent, not just dangle empty promises.

The files contained several surveillance clips.

The first was footage from the boys' dorm, showing Ye Cheng leaving that morning—completely unharmed.

The second tracked his path from the dorm to the classroom, stuffing his face with steamed buns along the way, one after another, until his cheeks bulged like a hamster’s.

The third…

Eventually, she reached the last few clips.

The classroom emptied, leaving Ye Cheng alone, asleep at the back. Everything seemed normal. Shen Qinghan fast-forwarded until a tall, flawlessly proportioned figure appeared in the hallway.

Dongfang Zhixia.

Shen Qinghan wasn’t surprised. She muttered the title under her breath:

That deceitful, shameless snake!

She kept watching.

In the video, after Dongfang Zhixia entered the classroom, she didn’t immediately wake Ye Cheng. Instead, she stared at him for nearly ten minutes, even reaching out to smooth his hair at one point. Her gaze grew somewhat inscrutable—too distant to make out clearly—but at the very least, it wasn’t the usual haughty, disdainful look she reserved for others. Shen Qinghan narrowed her eyes, watching the scene unfold with icy calm.

Her anger simmered, steadily building.

Finally, as if sensing something, Ye Cheng jerked awake, lifting his head from the desk. The two of them—Dongfang Zhixia and Ye Cheng—locked eyes in the classroom. Then… Ye Cheng pinched Dongfang Zhixia’s arm, muttered something under his breath, and flopped back down to continue sleeping.

Smack!

That was the sound of the student council president’s slap landing.

"Ahhh—!!!"

That was Ye Cheng’s howl of pain.

Thud!

That was the sound of the young mistress’s phone slamming against the car window.

"Dongfang Zhixia!"

That was the sound of the young mistress reaching her absolute limit.