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..."
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
