What a Gentleman A Villain The Young Lady Is Actually a Villain Too

Outside the high-end restaurant, a sleek black car slowly approached from the end of the street. The prominent Shen family emblem on the vehicle made surrounding cars hastily steer clear. The car came to a smooth stop right in front of the restaurant.

With a click, the driver's door opened, and a short-haired woman stepped out, walking toward the young mistress and Ye Cheng, who were waiting by the roadside.

The moment Ye Cheng saw that it was the same short-haired woman who had kicked him last time, he immediately ducked behind the young mistress, clutching her sleeve like a coward and muttering under his breath.

"Young Mistress, your lackeys are getting fiercer by the day. The crackdowns just ended not too long ago—shouldn’t we keep a low profile? Take this one, for example. She’d look much better in a maid outfit."

Shen Qinghan: "…"

Why a maid outfit? Well, because it’d be way more enjoyable. There’s a world of difference between being kicked by a rough brute and a pretty girl—one’s a pleasure, the other makes you want to die.

If he had to take a kick, Ye Cheng would much rather enjoy it. Like with the guild leader—she always kicked him, but that was… ahem—never mind, nothing, absolutely nothing.

Thunk!

A fresh bump appeared on Ye Cheng’s head, instantly silencing him. He had no idea why the young mistress had suddenly hit him. Was it really such a crime to speak his mind?

Okay, fine, maybe it was a little warranted. But setting aside the facts, wasn’t the young mistress at least somewhat to blame too?

Of course, these were thoughts Ye Cheng only dared mutter internally. If he actually voiced them, the most likely outcome would be another bump on the opposite side of his head—and then he’d really behave.

Damn it! Magic duels were supposed to be the ultimate trump card, so why did they fail against the young mistress? The hit drama "Why Has My Magic Stopped Working?" was now airing, starring none other than the dashing Ye Cheng himself!

"Young Mistress!"

The short-haired woman greeted respectfully, her gaze flickering toward Ye Cheng, who was cowering behind Shen Qinghan like a scaredy-cat, still mumbling something under his breath—probably nothing flattering.

And she was right. Ye Cheng might as well have had "smug little weasel" written all over his face, practically broadcasting his intent to badmouth her. The sight made the short-haired woman’s heart sink with regret over that earlier kick.

"Mm. Let’s go." Shen Qinghan nodded, leaning on her small cane as she limped toward the open rear door of the car.

"Young Mistress, wait for me!" Seeing her leave, Ye Cheng scrambled after her, terrified of being ambushed by this lackey. Where would he even go to file a complaint if that happened?

The short-haired woman suddenly blocked his path. Ye Cheng sucked in a sharp breath and hastily retreated a step.

Fine. If she wanted a fight, she’d get one. His true power could no longer be concealed!

Ye Cheng took a deep breath and struck a pose—White Crane Spreads Its Wings—ready to teach this woman a lesson. He’d show her the chaos of wild fists overwhelming even a seasoned master, the advantage of youth in battle, the art of underhanded tactics, and maybe even a little… Dragon Claw—

"I sincerely apologize for my earlier actions. I will make it up to you!" The short-haired woman bowed deeply, her tone dripping with remorse.

Ye Cheng: "???"

Silently retracting his White Crane Spreads Its Wings, he coughed twice and straightened up, adopting the air of a magnanimous gentleman. He sneakily glanced toward the car—only to find Shen Qinghan watching him intently.

Ye Cheng: "…"

Ahem. "I’m not that kind of person. It’s all water under the bridge. No need to bring it up again. But if you insist on making amends, then—"

Click.

The rear door, which had been shut earlier, suddenly opened again. Ye Cheng flinched and immediately corrected himself:

"If you insist on making amends, then just serve the Young Mistress and her family faithfully from now on!"

Loyalty!!!

The emotional climax was undeniable—pure, unadulterated survival instinct.

Ye Cheng had originally planned to extort some compensation out of her for that kick—call it emotional damages. But judging by the young mistress’s expression, if he actually tried, his head would probably end up looking like a smashed pumpkin.

Not worth it. Better to stick close to the young mistress and recoup his losses by mooching more meals later.

Forced into playing the "big-hearted gentleman," Ye Cheng had to admit—it sucked. He was born to be a petty scoundrel; acting noble felt worse than death!

Sigh…

With that, he hurried toward the rear seat where Shen Qinghan sat. Click, click. He tugged at the door handle twice—locked.

"Young Mistress, uh… the door’s not opening."

"Oh." Shen Qinghan’s reply was flat and indifferent.

Ye Cheng: "…"

Wow. So the young mistress was petty too? At least pretend to be subtle about your revenge! This was just embarrassing. Even a clay figurine has its limits—Ye Cheng was furious!

So furious, in fact, that he… stayed furious. Then, in a stroke of brilliance, he shoved his arm through the window gap, fumbling around inside. After a moment of fruitless searching, he remembered—this wasn’t some beat-up minivan he was used to. This was a luxury car with automatic controls.

Finally locating the window switch, he pressed it, lowering the glass just enough to—yep—climb straight through the window.

Shen Qinghan: "…"

Short-haired woman: "???"

The method was bizarre. Bizarre enough to seem almost… inhuman. Soon, rhythmic thuds echoed from inside the car—the unmistakable sound of a "good head" being disciplined.

"Ow! Stop! I’m sorry! Waaah—!"

Short-haired woman: "…"

Whether out of disdain for public spectacle or to muffle the screaming, the car window silently rolled back up as Shen Qinghan "educated" Ye Cheng. His cries grew progressively quieter.

Short-haired woman: "…"

A wave of realization washed over her. How could she have been so blind? The signs were obvious—their young mistress’s earlier words had clearly been spoken in anger!

And here she was, dumb enough to kick the young mistress’s boyfriend off the premises. Who wouldn’t be livid?

Especially considering Shen Qinghan had never so much as had a boyfriend—or even a close female friend—in all these years. If she’d ruined this relationship, she’d have been branded a traitor to the family!

Relief flooded her. Whether genuine or not, Ye Cheng’s earlier act at least suggested he wasn’t holding a grudge.

Then, remembering something urgent, she quickly turned and sent a message to the family head:

"Lord, we’ve picked them up!"

She stealthily snapped a photo of the backseat of the car. Through the slightly open gap, it was clear that the young miss was currently pinning Ye Cheng down on her lap and pounding him relentlessly.

The short-haired woman’s pupils constricted. After a moment’s hesitation, she decided to send the "explosive" photo anyway.

Once that was done, the short-haired woman finally drove off, heading in the direction of the Shen family’s grand estate.

The engine rumbled as the car rolled forward slowly…

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