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..."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking 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!
