At the door of the Student Council President's office, a girl raised her hand to knock but was abruptly grabbed by the young mistress.
The girl who had been leading the way trembled in fright, immediately ready to apologize, only to hear the young mistress's icy voice cut through the air.
"Shut up."
The girl's apology died in her throat. She quickly covered her mouth and nodded repeatedly, signaling that she understood and wouldn’t make a sound.
Shen Qinghan stood by the door, leaning slightly closer to listen to the commotion inside.
"President, are you comfortable?"
"I never knew you had such a talent. Not bad..."
"Then, President, about the expulsion matter..."
"Hmm?"
"Ah, no! President, you can’t push harder—it’ll break!"
Shen Qinghan: "..."
Hearing the "questionable noises" from inside, Shen Qinghan’s mind flooded with giant question marks. What were those two doing in there? Why were they talking about comfort? Unless...
In an instant, the young mistress’s imagination ran wild with indecent scenarios. It wasn’t just her—the girl beside her, who had led her there, was also stunned, her face burning red. What on earth was the President doing inside?
Could it really be... what she was thinking?
Unable to hold back any longer, Shen Qinghan’s chest heaved before she slammed her palm against the door. Coincidentally, it wasn’t locked, and the force sent it swinging open.
Those outside finally saw what was happening inside—and why those "shamefully strange" sounds had been made.
Because... Ye Cheng was currently lying on the floor, serving as Dongfang Zhixia’s footstool. Yes, literally.
"Huh? Who said you could come in?!"
The sudden, violent intrusion made Dongfang Zhixia bristle. Her gaze turned frosty before she even saw who had barged in, her sharp reprimand ringing out instantly.
The girl who had led Shen Qinghan trembled and immediately began apologizing.
"I’m sorry, President! I’m so sorry—"
"Oh? You’re here?" Only then did Dongfang Zhixia realize the intruder wasn’t the girl but an old acquaintance.
Shen Qinghan remained silent, merely narrowing her eyes at the scene before her. Now, she could no longer ignore Dongfang Zhixia—the moment she laid eyes on her, a glaring title and label appeared:
"A deceitful, shameless woman who breaks her promises!"
Meanwhile, Ye Cheng stayed sprawled on the floor, obediently playing the role of a footstool to cater to the President’s twisted whims.
Rewind to about ten minutes earlier.
Ye Cheng had rattled off his "product features" like a menu to the President, and among them, Dongfang Zhixia had chosen the "human footstool" option.
What a relief. For a second, he’d thought she’d make him lick her shoes. What a wasted... no, what a needless worry!
Thus began Ye Cheng’s career as a "footstool"—albeit a sentient one. Sensing the President’s unusual mood today, he decided to use one of his limited "Trait Insight" chances from his cheat ability.
This garbage golden finger only ever gave him useless stuff—bubblegum, cigarettes, "superb muscle definition"... Wait, that last one might actually be useful?
So far, the most practical ability he’d gotten was Trait Insight, an absurdly overpowered skill. He’d used it before to calm the black-hearted young mistress when she was furious.
He’d planned to save his remaining two uses for emergencies—like when the young mistress got upset again. But now, it seemed he couldn’t wait. The young mistress wasn’t angry anymore; the President was.
Screw it, he’d use it now!
[View current status?]
He confirmed, and Dongfang Zhixia’s traits popped up:
[Name: Dongfang Zhixia]
[Gender: Female]
[IQ: 8]
[Charm: 9]
[Physique: 7]
[Health Status: Fine]
[Trait Insight Comment: The most dazzling jewel of the Dongfang Family in a century. Proud, domineering, and raised surrounded by admirers. Discerning and rational, she despises lies and falsity, preferring sincerity. However, her pride prevents her from ever lowering her head. Best approached through submission or outright groveling.]
[Current Status Hint: Troubled by last night’s dream and the fact that her secretary caught her in a compromising situation. Venting through physical or verbal aggression toward Ye Cheng may alleviate her frustration.]
Ye Cheng: "???"
Seriously?!
You’re not even pretending anymore?!
"Venting through physical or verbal aggression" toward him? Why him specifically? Couldn’t she pick someone else? Or was he somehow involved in whatever embarrassing incident the secretary had witnessed?
What baffled Ye Cheng even more was—how could that airheaded secretary have caught the President off guard? And what was the President’s secret, anyway?
Could someone as majestic and flawless as her really have a shameful side? Like... getting caught using "new energy" toys at night?
No way. The President seemed too upright for that.
Glancing over the stats, Ye Cheng noted they were similar to Shen Qinghan’s—both had terrifyingly high IQ and Charm scores (8 and 9, respectively). But in Physique, the President crushed the young mistress, whose measly 4 was weaker than an average person’s. That explained why Dongfang Zhixia recovered quickly from injuries while Shen Qinghan was still hobbling on crutches.
If they ever fought for real, Ye Cheng figured the young mistress would lose unless she resorted to dirty tricks. In which case, he’d have to step in...
The most absurd part was the "recommended approach." The trait comment might as well have screamed "GROVEL, YE CHENG!" And later, it didn’t even bother hiding it—making him the target of the President’s venting was the key to improving her mood.
Damn it, was he some kind of masochist?!
This trait insight felt like a rip-off. Ye Cheng wanted a refund.
Hell, even without the prompt, he was already groveling before the President—he was practically licking her shoes! What a scam!
Fuck!
But still...
The President really was something else.
Not only did she smell amazing, but she was also incredibly soft—though in a different way from the young mistress. Hers was the supple, vibrant softness of someone athletic and full of life.
Ye Cheng, who was currently being used as a human stool, had a lot to say about this. The only downside was that the student council president was a bit heavy—probably close to 120 pounds.
Ye Cheng estimated that the president was just a little shorter than him, around 5'9", slightly taller than the young miss, who stood at about 5'8". But the young miss was light as a feather, likely under a hundred pounds.
Unsurprisingly, the president’s weight had gone to all the right places—a fact Ye Cheng, now serving as a stool, could personally attest to.
So much for those novels lying about "under a hundred pounds." At that weight, you’d be skin and bones. Someone like the president, with her "firm" figure, was far better. Perfect, even!
Ye Cheng was still lost in the useless agony of trying to request a refund for something and the bizarre joy of being a stool when the faint, ominous click-clack of familiar footsteps reached his ears.
That sound… wasn’t that the young miss approaching?
No way. She should still be at home today. She wasn’t supposed to come to school…
Just as Ye Cheng thought this, the office door was flung open by none other than the young miss herself. He looked up, meeting her icy glare head-on.
Ye Cheng: "…"
Ma Huateng, am I about to die?
"Get up," Shen Qinghan said calmly, staring at Ye Cheng.
Ye Cheng flinched, bolting upright in a panic—but he seemed to have forgotten about the president still sitting on him.
And then—
Thud!
"Ow—you bastard!"
Dongfang Zhixia’s furious voice echoed through the office as she hit the floor.
Ye Cheng: "…"
Well, Ma Huateng, I’m definitely dead now…
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
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."
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)
