"By the way, where should I sit?" Ji Cheng suddenly asked.
Ming Xiaowei glanced around and pointed to her own bed.
The bed had been made by Auntie Zhang and sunned during the day. Ji Cheng would probably find it warm and cozy when she sat on it.
Ji Cheng hesitated for a moment before sitting down, her body sinking slightly into the mattress, making her feel a little uneasy.
Meanwhile, Ming Xiaowei, the architect of her own misfortune, could only bury her head in her math problems, lamenting the absurdity of the situation.
Ming Xiaowei had thought she might fall asleep just looking at the advanced math problems, but to her surprise, by the time she finished, Ji Cheng had already dozed off.
She checked the time—it was past eight in the evening.
Outside, the night had settled in, dotted with stars that shimmered beautifully. Limping over, she watered the potted plants. Earlier, she had noticed Ji Cheng staring at the balcony for a long time.
A villa like this was probably every girl’s dream home, wasn’t it?
She returned to the bedside. Ji Cheng’s clothes had gotten dirty from her fall earlier, so even in her sleep, she lay on her back, facing the ceiling.
Her breathing was light. As Ming Xiaowei leaned over the bed, she couldn’t resist flicking Ji Cheng’s long, curled eyelashes a couple of times.
It tickled.
But Ji Cheng still didn’t wake up.
"Si, should I wake her up or not?" Ming Xiaowei agonized.
"Up to you," Si replied, unfazed.
After all, Ji Cheng had been busy all day—visiting the orphanage in the morning, handing out flyers in the afternoon, tutoring Xiaowei, and even cooking and washing dishes.
Honestly, it was pitiful.
Whether she was the worst or not was debatable, but she was definitely the most exhausted soul fragment of this cycle.
"If I don’t wake her, she’ll probably get mad later. But if I do, she’ll make me go over the problems, and that’ll take another hour or two." After much deliberation, Ming Xiaowei decided against waking her.
However, undressing her felt a bit unethical.
But after checking with Si and confirming that Ji Cheng was wearing another layer underneath, Ming Xiaowei steeled herself and removed the soiled clothes, leaving her in the inner layer before tucking her into the bed.
Staring at the jacket and pants, Ming Xiaowei fell into deep thought.
Both were damaged in different ways. Even if washed, they probably wouldn’t be wearable again.
Oh well. She’d just pick out a nice outfit for the unusually diligent Ji Cheng today—as an apology.
The original owner of this body didn’t have much, but she did have a lot of clothes, many still unworn with tags attached, including some custom-made pieces.
She selected a preppy-style striped sweater, paired it with a camisole, and added a knitted cardigan. For pants…
Ming Xiaowei picked out what looked like an ordinary pair of jeans—though they actually cost over a thousand.
Once everything was ready, she headed to the bathroom for a shower. As for her injury, she had it tightly wrapped, ensuring her leg was completely protected.
To her surprise, just as she lay down but hadn’t yet fallen asleep, Ji Cheng—who usually slept peacefully—suddenly shifted closer.
Her arm reached out and captured the helpless Ming Xiaowei.
Ming Xiaowei’s "What the—" died on her lips.
Before she could react, Ji Cheng had already pulled her into a tight embrace, using her as a body pillow.
Ming Xiaowei tried to wriggle free, but Ji Cheng muttered, "Don’t move."
She nearly raised her hands in surrender, but when she glanced up, she realized Ji Cheng was still asleep.
This was the worst.
Her bathrobe had come undone.
But she couldn’t even reach to retie it, forced to serve as Ji Cheng’s free cuddle buddy.
Ming Xiaowei suddenly regretted not waking Ji Cheng earlier. At least then, she might have gotten a decent night’s sleep instead of struggling to breathe in her arms.
Though she hadn’t noticed before, pressed this close, Ji Cheng’s features became strikingly clear—little Ji Cheng really was little.
But…
Could someone please save her?!
Her leg had been injured in the accident, and now it was throbbing in pain.
Ming Xiaowei was on the verge of tears. Asking Ji Cheng to tutor her was the dumbest decision she’d ever made.
Just as she was drifting into a hazy half-sleep, she felt Ji Cheng stir again—this time, planting a kiss on her.
"Little Treasure, you’re the cutest."
Ming Xiaowei: ???
Then, satisfied, Ji Cheng snuggled closer and finally stilled.
Ming Xiaowei’s eyes widened like a panda’s, and she spent the rest of the night sleepless.
Only one question burned in her mind: Who the heck was this "Little Treasure"?
When Ji Cheng woke up, the sight before her startled her. She quickly released her grip and stared at Ming Xiaowei’s dark-circled eyes.
"Sorry," she said, lips pressed into a tight line.
"Those clothes are for you. The ones you wore yesterday got ruined because of me. You can change into those."
Ming Xiaowei pointed to the outfit hanging in the closet. Ji Cheng grabbed her bag, hurriedly took the clothes, and bolted from the room without even combing her hair.
What on earth…
Had happened last night?
Ji Cheng had no recollection at all. But she knew she’d definitely robbed her new admirer of a good night’s sleep—Xiaowei wasn’t the scheming type.
She must have been the one who initiated the cuddling.
Ugh.
They were both girls—why had she run away?
Outside the villa, Ji Cheng smacked her forehead, frustration flashing across her face.
She’d mistaken Ming Xiaowei for the body pillow on her bed and ended up making her suffer all night.
Pulling out her phone, Ji Cheng sent a WeChat message:
"Sorry."
This time, her guilt was genuine.
In all her years, this was the first time she’d wronged someone like this—falling asleep in their room, no less. She’d just been envious of that spacious bedroom and the huge bed. How had she dozed off?
Then, a reply from Ming Xiaowei popped up:
"Who’s Little Treasure?"
Ji Cheng froze. Had she talked in her sleep?
Still, she explained honestly:
"That was my grandma’s dog."
When Ming Xiaowei read the message, she nearly choked.
Si tried to console her, "Don’t be mad. At least it’s just a dog—not some man or woman."
"Fine. I’ll endure it." Just as Ming Xiaowei managed to calm herself, Si suddenly gasped.
"What now?" she asked grumpily, brushing her teeth.
She’d need a face mask later—otherwise, these dark circles would scare even Class President Ji away.
"Xiao Moyun, the male lead, just approached your Ji Cheng."
"Why is he looking for my Ji Cheng?" Ming Xiaowei was utterly baffled.
"Oh, right. I read something interesting in the plot earlier but forgot to mention it. Zhao Qinghan’s mother and the male lead’s mother were close friends. They arranged a marriage pact—except Zhao Qinghan’s mother was still married at the time."
Ming Xiaowei’s electric toothbrush clattered onto the sink.
If she hadn’t divorced back then… then the child by Zhao Qinghan’s mother’s side would have been Ji Cheng.
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.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
