The little secretary happily carried her newly purchased bunny backpack from the convenience store and left the villa to meet her young mistress for lunch.
She skipped along the way, looking like an elementary school kid just let out of class—utterly naive and sweet!
It was almost absurd. Despite having studied alongside Dongfang Zhixia for so many years, the little secretary had never owned a proper backpack. After all, she never bothered with textbooks when returning home, which was probably why she scored a measly 249 on her college entrance exams.
Ironically, she took pride in it—at least it wasn’t 250, or she’d never hear the end of it.
Though it seemed the little secretary would live a carefree and comfortable life even without further education, the sight of her still acting so clueless in her twenties worried the student council president.
What would become of her in the future? Would she be bullied if she married? And if she was, what then? Maybe it’d be better to just… eliminate the husband.
Dongfang Zhixia’s thoughts often wandered far ahead, but they always came to an abrupt halt whenever she imagined the little secretary getting married. It wasn’t that she couldn’t picture it—she simply refused to dwell on it.
People say those involved can’t see clearly, but was Dongfang Zhixia truly blind to it?
She just didn’t want to think too deeply. If even the council president could notice how fiercely Dongfang Zhixia guarded Ye Cheng, how could she miss her own possessiveness over the little secretary?
Children eventually leave the nest, but Dongfang Zhixia couldn’t bear the thought of separation. Keeping the little secretary by her side forever seemed like a fine alternative—after all, she wouldn’t mind supporting this fool for a lifetime. Yet, a pang of guilt followed.
Wasn’t this too selfish? Had she ever considered the little secretary’s feelings?
Well, there was still time. The little secretary was barely in her twenties—marriage could wait. Besides, the girl was still so innocent, as if she hadn’t even hit puberty yet.
The most rebellious thing she’d ever done was when Dongfang Zhixia once made her memorize vocabulary, only for her to get too distracted playing and forget entirely. When quizzed that night, she panicked and hid outside in fear.
Dongfang Zhixia nearly lost her mind. "Where’s my big idiot?!"
After a frantic search through surveillance footage, she finally found the girl—starving and in tears. All of Dongfang Zhixia’s anger melted away at the sight, replaced by gentle reassurances.
Logically, someone this airheaded shouldn’t face typical teenage problems like… puppy love.
Back when the little secretary shadowed Dongfang Zhixia everywhere, both of them received mountains of love letters.
Polite to a fault, the little secretary would read every single one and reply, always starting with the classic: "Thank you, you’re a good person…"
But the sheer volume kept her up late, even all night, just to respond. Dongfang Zhixia, noticing the dark circles under her eyes, was livid.
"Idiot! Just throw them away!"
"N-no, Young Miss… that would hurt their feelings…"
Stammering, the little secretary tried to reason with her, but it was futile. The next day, Dongfang Zhixia personally dealt with every admirer, and the letters stopped for good.
All in all, the little secretary was a good kid—kind-hearted and morally upright. Her only flaw was her ditzy nature, an innate trait impossible to change. Her values, though, were likely instilled by her mother.
Sadly, her mother passed away early. Dongfang Zhixia hadn’t met her often, but she deeply admired her for raising the little secretary so well.
Every holiday, the council president would visit her grave with the little secretary.
As she grew older, the little secretary became obsessed with cheesy romance dramas, even sleep-talking about finding an "oppa." For a while, she’d cling to Dongfang Zhixia at night, fidgeting endlessly.
Luckily, the phase didn’t last. Though she still enjoyed soap operas and idol dramas, the strange dreams faded.
Until… now.
The telescope on the rooftop was a Pandora’s box—once opened, it couldn’t be closed.
Not only did the defenseless little secretary succumb to temptation, sneaking peeks through it, but even Dongfang Zhixia gave in.
Watching wasn’t the issue—it didn’t physically change anything. The problem was that the council president got caught red-handed by the little secretary, making things unbearably awkward.
Dongfang Zhixia could no longer scold her as an older sister. Instead, she dreaded the topic, feeling inexplicably guilty.
The telescope and the little secretary’s nosebleed were undeniable signs: the child had grown up!
She’d seen such things before, but at most, her eyes would sparkle with curiosity—never to the point of nosebleeds.
Now, her sneaky trips to the rooftop, accompanied by those unnervingly wise-sounding giggles, confirmed it: the terrifying throes of puberty had arrived.
From now on, Dongfang Zhixia would have to minimize the little secretary’s contact with Ye Cheng. Otherwise… things might take a dangerous turn.
Now a student, the little secretary no longer wore her snug secretary outfit but a pre-tailored school uniform Dongfang Zhixia had prepared.
Muttering food names under her breath, she hurried toward the student council building, debating lunch options.
Soon, she reached her young mistress’s office.
Click!
Without knocking, she barged in.
"Young Miss, I’m here!" Blinking cluelessly, she stared at Dongfang Zhixia, who was applying ointment to her hand.
"Waaah! Young Miss, who hit you?!"
Tears welled up instantly as she gaped at the bright red handprint on Dongfang Zhixia’s skin, heartbroken.
Dongfang Zhixia paused, arching a brow. "What, you’ll avenge me?"
"Alright! Miss, I'll help you beat him up!" The little secretary nodded without hesitation, rolling up her sleeves to show off her "impressive" biceps—the soft, flabby kind.
"What if you can't beat him?" Dongfang Zhixia's tone turned playful.
"Then I'll bite him to death!" The secretary "ferociously" flashed her pearly white teeth.
"Good. It was Shen Qinghan who hit me," Dongfang Zhixia confirmed.
The little secretary: "..."
"Hey, dummy, why’d you go quiet?"
"Um... Miss, what should we have for lunch today...?"
"Useless! Weren’t you just swearing to avenge me?"
"Wahh, Miss, she’s so scary, wahh..."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
