What kind of wondrous chemical reaction would occur when greasy pork knuckles collide with an elegant underworld princess?
The answer is: Ye Cheng nearly ended up bursting at the seams.
It’s unclear whether Shen Qinghan was too prideful to eat such food in the classroom or simply disliked greasy dishes.
In the end, she didn’t touch a single bite of the "luxury lunch" Ye Cheng had brought.
She only sent him to the vending machine outside to grab something light to fill her stomach.
The young woman had a flawless figure—aside from being slightly flat-chested, she was practically without flaw, her beauty beyond reproach.
Ye Cheng had also gotten a close-up look at her delicate feet before.
They surpassed even the student council president’s in perfection.
Ye Cheng’s rating? Full marks!
Edible!
A top-tier delicacy!
"Could you stop looking at me with those disgusting eyes? It’s ruining my appetite."
Shen Qinghan’s icy voice cut through the air, matching the murderous glare she shot his way.
"Huh? Really? Must be your imagination. I wasn’t looking at you—it’s just that my line of sight happened to land where your legs were."
Ye Cheng’s face radiated sincerity.
Shen Qinghan: "..."
Karma struck faster than expected.
The words Shen Qinghan had thrown at him yesterday came boomeranging back at her today.
She glared at Ye Cheng and silently pulled her legs back.
But as her long legs retreated, Ye Cheng’s eyeballs followed like magnets.
Shen Qinghan: "..."
"Do you want to be chopped into mincemeat?" Shen Qinghan asked calmly.
Ye Cheng immediately spun back around, whistling innocently while muttering under his breath,
"This eraser sure is… eraser-y."
Shen Qinghan snorted lightly and resumed eating the eight-treasure porridge Ye Cheng had fetched for her.
Time flew by.
Evening arrived.
The bell for the last class rang, and this time, Ye Cheng had learned his lesson—he waited until someone else moved before bolting.
He wasn’t the first to stand, but he was the first out of the classroom, launching himself forward like a rocket.
The entire class was stunned.
Shen Qinghan, still lost in thought, turned her head only to find Ye Cheng already gone.
Shen Qinghan: "..."
Silently, she pulled out her phone.
"Look someone up for me..."
——
The sports field.
Ye Cheng arrived at the spot where he’d agreed to meet the buyer.
"Where are they? Class not over yet?"
He craned his neck, scanning the surroundings.
Buzz.
His phone vibrated.
Buyer: "Walk straight ahead for 50 meters, then turn right..."
Ye Cheng: "Got it!"
Following the GPS-like instructions on his phone, Ye Cheng trudged forward.
"Straight 50 meters, right 30 meters, then straight again..."
The further he walked, the more secluded the area became.
By the time he snapped back to reality, he realized he’d wandered into an undeveloped section of the campus.
Buyer: "Turn around."
Ye Cheng: "Turn around?"
He obeyed, spinning on his heel—only to come face-to-face with two figures.
Dongfang Zhixia and her assistant.
Ye Cheng: "..."
He immediately spun back around.
"Ugh, I knew I shouldn’t have come out at night. Now I’ve run into something filthy," Ye Cheng muttered, patting his chest in self-comfort.
"Demons, begone! Demons, begone!..."
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
Assistant: "..."
Ye Cheng chanted his bizarre exorcism spell while sidestepping away—first in small steps, then abandoning all pretense as he broke into a full sprint.
He looked like a frenzied bullfrog.
Assistant: "Young Miss, he… seems to have run away."
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
"Do I need you to point that out? Chase him! If you can’t catch him, you’re fired!"
"Waaah! Nooo, Young Miss! Waaah..."
Thus began a comical chase.
The trio dashed from the barren, undeveloped area all the way to the back hills.
The assistant was the first to collapse, sprawled on the ground like a half-dead ragdoll.
"Young Miss… I… can’t run anymore."
"Useless! All that food went straight to worthless fat! If you don’t start training when we get back, you’re fired!"
Dongfang Zhixia glared at her assistant in frustration.
The assistant pouted, glancing down at herself—well, she had been eating a bit more lately.
But at least the fat had gone to the right places. It wasn’t completely wasted.
Panting heavily, Dongfang Zhixia continued chasing after Ye Cheng.
Today, she would catch that bastard!
How dare he sell her belongings!
The audacity!
The pursuit dragged on, but Dongfang Zhixia soon noticed something odd.
Instead of slowing down, Ye Cheng seemed to be picking up speed!
"Is this guy part rabbit?!"
Gasping for breath, she leaned against a tree, glaring at Ye Cheng’s retreating figure in frustration.
What she didn’t notice was the faint rustling in the nearby bushes.
A triangular-headed snake slithered out silently—then sank its fangs into Dongfang Zhixia’s foot!
"Ah—!"
She cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground.
The snake, still coiled around her leg, refused to let go.
The cold, scaly sensation sent shivers down her spine.
"AAAAHHH!!!"
Hearing the scream, Ye Cheng skidded to a halt.
"Wait… is this a trap?"
He turned back warily—only to see the mighty Dongfang Zhixia in tears, her eyes red as she weakly batted at something with a stick.
Was that… a spicy noodle?
"Holy crap, since when do snakes hang out here?!"
Ye Cheng immediately reversed course, sprinting toward her.
Hearing the commotion, the snake released its grip and slithered toward the bushes.
"Oh no you don’t! You don’t get to bite someone and slither off!"
Ye Cheng stomped on its tail.
The snake writhed, twisting back to strike—but Ye Cheng dodged, seizing it by the neck.
Its body coiled around his arm like a spring, the cold, unsettling texture making his skin crawl.
He stripped off his jacket, wrapping the snake up in a makeshift straitjacket—complete with a gag—before tossing it aside.
Now, it was time to deal with the humiliated Young Miss.
The Dongfang Zhixia before him was a far cry from the haughty, untouchable figure he’d seen at the freshman assembly.
Though she still clung to her pride, her tear-streaked face and trembling lips painted a pitiful picture.
No matter how composed she tried to be, being bitten by a snake for the first time was too much—tears spilled uncontrollably down her cheeks.
Ye Cheng crouched down to examine the injury on Dongfang Zhixia's foot.
"Holy crap, that's one hell of a swollen foot!" Ye Cheng gasped.
Dongfang Zhixia's ankle had ballooned into a grotesque lump, with two bloody puncture marks glaringly visible. Her once fair skin had turned a sickly purplish-red—clear evidence that the snake from earlier was venomous, and its poison seemed potent.
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
Already on the verge of breaking down, Dongfang Zhixia burst into tears the moment Ye Cheng made his remark.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.”
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.
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."
