In an upscale restaurant in Great Sea City, the crisp sound of metal cutlery clinking against fine porcelain filled the air.
The young lady, with impeccable grace, meticulously cut her perfectly seared steak into small pieces, lifting one delicately to her lips and chewing softly.
"Mm, this is good, munch munch munch—Young Mistress, you city folks sure eat fancy stuff. Just wish there was more of it, munch munch munch..."
In stark contrast to the refined young lady sat Ye Cheng across from her, wearing disposable gloves as he tore into his steak with his hands, talking between voracious bites.
Shen Qinghan: "..."
Fortunately, the young lady had anticipated Ye Cheng's behavior and chosen a secluded corner of the restaurant, where only the two of them were seated.
Not far away, a waiter in a sleek suit pushed a cart laden with several silver-domed plates, bowing elegantly as he greeted them.
"Honored guests, your ten extra-large Wellington tomahawk steaks are ready."
Due to the direction he approached from, the waiter stopped in front of Shen Qinghan, addressing her respectfully. However, the young lady showed no intention of acknowledging him.
She had only eaten one portion—just enough to satisfy her hunger. After all, no proper young lady would be seen devouring such quantities. Clearly, this waiter needed to refine his sensibilities.
If he continued with such obliviousness, it wouldn’t be long before he found himself fired over something as trivial as his left eyelid twitching twice—or worse, reassigned to scrub toilets.
"Young Mistress, munch munch munch, he’s talking to you, munch munch munch..."
Ye Cheng blinked innocently, still chewing vigorously, his expression pure as he gazed at the young lady. Mostly, he just wanted her to pass him the steaks, since they were too far for him to reach.
But to the waiter, Ye Cheng’s words took on a different meaning—it sounded as though the young lady, not Ye Cheng, was the one who had ordered all that food.
The waiter’s eyes flickered with shock as he studied the elegant young lady before him, silently marveling at how someone so refined could have such an appetite.
Shen Qinghan, of course, noticed his bewildered gaze—fleeting as it was—and caught it instantly.
Thud!
Without a word of explanation, she planted her dainty leather shoe firmly on Ye Cheng’s foot, gradually increasing the pressure.
Ye Cheng: "..."
A few minutes later, the waiter wheeled away the now-empty cart, his initial shock fading slightly but his astonishment lingering.
Was that guy even human? How could anyone eat that much?
The table wasn’t large enough to hold all the food Ye Cheng had ordered, so he devised the perfect solution—just eat it all immediately.
Under the stunned gazes of Shen Qinghan and the waiter, Ye Cheng proceeded to demonstrate what it meant to devour a steak in one bite—no, not just a steak, practically a whole pig.
And then… the waiter left, pushing an empty cart, his eyes filled with nothing but awe and disbelief. This guy’s appetite was superhuman!
It would’ve been somewhat understandable if Ye Cheng were overweight, but he had the lean, almost delicate build of a pretty boy, with no signs of excess weight. If he ate like this regularly, one could only imagine the insane amount of exercise required to maintain his figure.
Not wanting to waste time, Ye Cheng dumped the remaining steaks onto his plate, piling them into a small mountain before happily digging in with his disposable gloves.
Across from him, the young lady could only sigh in resignation.
Shen Qinghan took a deep breath, watching the gleeful carnivore before her, and spoke calmly, "Can you really finish all that?"
"Nope nope nope, Young Mistress, this isn’t even my limit. Once, at a construction site’s ten-yuan all-you-can-eat buffet, I ate so much they didn’t charge me."
Ye Cheng puffed out his chest proudly as he boasted to the young lady.
Shen Qinghan frowned. "Wasn’t it a ten-yuan meal? Why didn’t you pay?"
"Oh, that? I ate so much the owner cried while refunding my money. Then he gave me two hundred yuan and begged me to go to the buffet across the street instead." Ye Cheng blinked innocently as he explained.
Shen Qinghan: "..."
Well, if Ye Cheng’s claims were true, then this meal really was just a light snack for him. He hadn’t even gone all out.
She still remembered the first time Ye Cheng tried an all-you-can-eat buffet. Lured by false advertising—promises of "luxury seafood" that turned out to be seaweed, "premium fried rice" that was just egg fried rice with one egg per five pounds of rice—he had walked in only to find a crowd of other duped customers and the smug owner basking in his deception.
Naturally, Ye Cheng wasn’t about to take that lying down. After inhaling over ten pounds of seaweed, he proceeded to gnaw on the owner’s genuine leather sofa. The owner, thoroughly impressed, had no choice but to surrender—justice had been served, and the scammer got his comeuppance.
A 9.9-yuan "eat all you want" deal had somehow turned into a 999-yuan loss for the owner. By the time Ye Cheng left, the restaurant had a new rule: "Customers are prohibited from harming staff."
Ye Cheng hadn’t even brought up these glorious exploits yet. If he did, it would surely shock the "sheltered" young lady even more. Hey, don’t underestimate the fury of the poor!
Half an hour later, Shen Qinghan finally finished her meal and glanced outside, where the sun had begun its descent.
"Young Mistress, don’t we have class this afternoon?" Ye Cheng checked his phone uncertainly.
"Yes," Shen Qinghan replied flatly.
"Are we… already late?" he ventured.
"Mm." She nodded calmly.
Ye Cheng: "..."
He slumped in his seat as if struck dead. What a disaster! School had barely started, and he’d already racked up a rap sheet—skipping class, staying out overnight, smoking, fighting… For others, school rules were guidelines. For Ye Cheng, they were more like a bucket list.
It didn't take long for Ye Cheng to bounce back to full energy, climbing up from under the table. He grabbed the young lady's hand in front of him, cradling it gently in his own, then gazed at her with deep affection.
"Young lady, you're sick today, right? And you need a classmate to visit and take care of you as the class representative, right? But the classmate can't get away, right? So in the end, it’s just too bad you can’t make it to class, right…"
Shen Qinghan: "…"
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?
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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!
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.
