"Indeed, that's utterly beastly." Si sighed for a long while.
Little Wei found Si's words rather unpleasant, so she stuffed cotton in her ears.
"I won't listen, I won't listen."
"I really want to..." Si was thoroughly irritated by Little Wei.
"What? What?" Little Wei didn't quite catch it.
Si fell silent, only speaking again after a long pause. "Nothing."
Little Wei let out an "Oh," took a bite of vinegar-glazed shredded potatoes, and seeing that Si wasn't teasing anymore, finally couldn't hold back.
"Actually, I heard you."
Si: (((p(＞o＜)q)))
Damn it!
"Can't you go a single day without being a brat?" Si really wanted to drag Little Wei to the bed and give her a spanking.
Little Wei: ……
"Fine, should I leave then?" Little Wei was heartbroken by this cold-hearted system.
What's wrong with a girl being a little mischievous?
Little Wei was utterly unapologetic.
"And where would you go? Jump into the sea?" Si was both exasperated and amused.
"How about I commit suicide by overeating?" Little Wei took unreasonable behavior to the extreme.
Si suppressed the anger rising in her chest. No, she couldn't lose her temper. After all, it was Ning Moqing from the previous world who had spoiled this girl rotten.
Damn it, she never expected she'd end up pampering her like this.
What should she do now?
Si began to feel a headache coming on.
Little Wei, however, couldn't care less. The messier things got between the male and female leads, the better—it wouldn’t affect her relationship with her master anyway.
After happily finishing her meal, Little Wei stood in front of a pastry shop on the long street, eyeing the treats.
"What do you think I should bring back for Master?"
"Mung bean cakes." Si seemed momentarily lost in thought at the sight of the pastries but still answered.
"Really? But I don’t really like mung bean cakes. They don’t taste that good to me." Little Wei glanced at them, unimpressed.
Her careless remark made Si's heart ache.
Of course, she knew why Gu Wei disliked mung bean cakes—the last time she saw Gu Wei, she had been eating the mung bean cakes Si made for her.
Back then, Gu Wei used to eat everything she made. But now, things were different. Now, she could devour the entire Gu Xiaowei, one bite at a time.
"I think they’re delicious," Si said.
Little Wei puffed her cheeks. Fine, she’d heard mung bean cakes were pretty good, so she bought a few of each.
"I got an extra portion. Can you eat it, Si?"
Arms full of pastries, Little Wei could barely walk.
"Of course. Waste not, want not." Si snorted lightly. When the crowd thinned, Little Wei watched as her portion of mung bean cakes vanished into thin air.
No doubt, Si had taken them into her dimensional space.
"Are they good?" Little Wei asked eagerly.
"Since you gave them to me, of course they are." Si was so delighted she forgot her place.
Hearing Si’s dangerously flirtatious remark, Little Wei felt like the system was trying to seduce her.
No way, no way, absolutely not!
"Si, you really shouldn’t say things like that. Don’t say it again." Little Wei found Si increasingly terrifying.
"Mm, got it." Si replied lazily.
Little Wei felt something was off about how easily Si agreed but soon returned to the valley.
To her surprise, there were guests in the valley—Zhang Huan, the man whose name she had borrowed when entering the prince’s manor, and his wife, who had rescued the female lead. Seeing the female lead gravely ill, they had brought her to Mu Miao.
This time, he wasn’t alone. His son was with him.
Zhang Hanyun.
"Divine Physician, what do you think of this marriage proposal? Rest assured, my Hanyun will treat you as his own master. From now on, your affairs will be the Zhang family’s affairs." Zhang Huan was still chattering away to Mu Miao.
What marriage proposal?
Little Wei, having just returned, felt like she’d missed some interesting plot.
Zhang Hanyun wasn’t even in the original novel. Now, he sat gracefully on a stone stool, dressed in a green robe, his hair tied up with a bamboo pin. His demeanor was elegant, carrying an air of solitary refinement, his youthful eyes bright as they flicked toward Little Wei.
Then, he smiled faintly.
"Little Wei is back." Zhang Huan turned at the sound of footsteps, smiling as he looked her over, inwardly pleased.
She’d make a fine daughter-in-law.
"Has my disciple returned?" Mu Miao called out.
Now Little Wei understood—Zhang Huan was here to propose a marriage.
But the funny thing was, in the book, Zhang Huan was just a country bumpkin. Yet his son...
Little Wei stole another glance at Zhang Hanyun.
He looked like he’d stepped out of a noble family. His aura alone set him apart, and his looks surpassed even Mo Yujun’s.
"Little Wei, I’m here to propose a match for you. What do you think of my son? He may not have the wealth of the capital’s elite, but he’s destined for an official career—his future is limitless."
Zhang Huan’s face brimmed with pride as he spoke of his son.
Little Wei looked from Zhang Huan’s utterly ordinary face to Zhang Hanyun.
Yeah, there’s no way they’re related by blood.
"By the way, Divine Physician Mu, what do you think of this proposal?"
When Little Wei stayed silent, giving him a pitying look, Zhang Huan felt uneasy and turned to Mu Miao instead.
Mu Miao wore a troubled expression.
"Well, this matter depends on my disciple’s wishes. Though arranged marriages are the norm, and I am something of a guardian to her, I’ve never been strict with her. This decision lies with your son and my disciple."
Mu Miao’s brows remained furrowed, clearly perplexed.
Meanwhile, inside the dimensional space, Si was also frowning, scrutinizing Zhang Hanyun.
"I... I do like Little Wei." Zhang Hanyun spoke first, his gaze fixed on Little Wei’s face, unwavering.
If Zhang Huan hadn’t been there, Little Wei would’ve kicked this man on the spot.
Buddy, she’s straight. No homo—that’s not happening!
"I’m in no hurry. It’s all up to Little Wei." Zhang Hanyun looked down at her, smiling faintly.
Little Wei didn’t hold back: "Dumb mutt."
To her surprise, the man seemed to understand. His expression darkened briefly before he smiled eagerly again.
"Good," he said.
Little Wei: ?????
She’d never seen someone so eager to be insulted.
Seeing Zhang Huan’s confusion, Little Wei grabbed Zhang Hanyun’s sleeve and dragged him toward the creek.
"Who are you? Listen, I can’t marry you."
She even pulled out the dagger she’d bought in the capital earlier, brandishing it at him like a butcher readying a knife for slaughter.
Zhang Hanyun didn’t react to the dagger.
"You’re even cuter than before," he said, his words making no sense.
Little Wei: ?
"You know me? Who are you?" She nearly dropped her jaw.
What the...
Was the world glitching?
"It’s fine if you don’t remember me. But I remember you. You’ll give me two children in the future."
The moment he said it, Little Wei kicked him without hesitation.
"Like hell I will."
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.
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u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
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