Tang's Father extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray, his smile thin and insincere.
“Can’t you tell for yourself whether I’ve made money or not?”
With that, he stood up and walked toward the door.
*Click.*
The sound of the lock echoed.
Tang's Father slowly pulled out his belt and approached Tang Yu.
A father’s love, expressed through the lash of a belt, strikes the wandering son.
Tang Yu’s eyes sparkled as he looked at his father, his face filled with anticipation.
When the belt came down, he didn’t cry out like he used to.
His calm and composed smile made Tang's Father doubt his own existence.
Was there something wrong with his belt?
Or had he really grown too old to discipline this kid?
“Dad, have you eaten lunch yet?”
Tang Yu asked with concern.
This Immovable Wisdom King Technique is freaking amazing.
With this, Dad can’t lay a finger on me anymore!
Faced with Tang Yu’s provocation, Tang's Father suddenly felt that something was off with his son.
He put his belt back on and, with a worried expression, took out his phone to call Tang's Mother.
“Hongying, could you find a psychiatrist? I think there’s something wrong with our son’s mind…”
Hearing his father’s words, Tang Yu was startled.
He quickly jumped up and ran outside, shouting as he went.
“I’m not sick, Dad! I was just joking with you!”
He just wanted to test if the Immovable Wisdom King Technique the system gave him worked.
Being able to take a belt hit from his dad without feeling a thing—that’s pretty impressive.
Looks like the system finally came through this time.
With this, my survival skills are off the charts.
From now on, I’m immune to poison and beatings!
As Tang Yu whistled and skipped away, the servants of the Tang family cast terrified glances his way.
Did Young Master Tang take the wrong medicine?
Just as he was about to head back to his room and enjoy being a couch potato, Tang Yu spotted a beautiful woman in a maid outfit at the door.
She was also wearing glasses, adding a touch of cool elegance to her already stunning face.
What caught Tang Yu’s attention even more was her impressive figure, which suited the maid outfit perfectly.
Her proportions were just slightly less than that of Xiao Yue.
“Good day, Young Master Tang.”
The maid bowed slightly with a sweet smile.
“Hello, hello,” Tang Yu replied cheerfully.
Finally, the family has a pretty maid. This is the life a rich and handsome guy like me deserves!
*Wow, this girl is really something.*
*I wonder if she gets tired walking around with all that.*
Hearing Tang Yu’s thoughts, Ling Han’s lips twitched slightly.
She looked up at him and said softly, “Young Master Tang, do you not remember me?”
Tang Yu was momentarily stunned. He stared at her for a moment before finally recognizing her.
Damn, isn’t this Ling Han, the woman I met at the Starriver Club last time?
He didn’t recognize her at first because she was wearing light makeup, giving her a more innocent look.
This was one of her specialties—makeup and disguise.
In short, she could be whatever type of beauty you liked.
According to the original plot, she was supposed to be seducing Qin Ming and another young master, stirring up trouble between them.
But after I warned Qin Ming to stay away from her, I hadn’t heard anything about her since.
So why is she here at my house?
*Damn you, Ye Chen. Are you already trying to get back at me?*
*Is it really worth holding a grudge over something as small as making your butt bleed?*
Hearing Tang Yu’s internal muttering, Ling Han was also puzzled.
She had indeed heard that the Dragon King had been ambushed by several experts while protecting a little girl.
But what’s this about making his butt bleed?
“Miss Ling, you’ve come to work at my house? That’s great! But have you worked as a maid before?”
Tang Yu asked with a smile.
*This femme fatale isn’t someone to mess with. She’s ranked third among the Eight Generals. Is she here for me?*
*No problem, undercover work is your specialty.*
*Too bad you’ve met me. You won’t last a day here.*
*Today, I’ll show you why I’m called Scumbag Yu.*
“Yes, I’ve done laundry, cooking, and cleaning. I even took a maid training course.”
Ling Han replied with a sweet smile.
As a top assassin for the Dragon Soul Organization, she often took on such roles.
Being a maid was one of her most frequently used identities!
“But the Tang family is different. As you can see, we’re the top family among the four great families of Suzhou and Hangzhou. Being a maid here isn’t easy.”
Tang Yu pointed to his room and said,
“Start by tidying up my room. Let’s see if you’re up to the task.”
“Of course, Young Master Tang.”
Ling Han smiled obediently and began cleaning the room.
Tang Yu casually closed the door behind her.
*Heh, I used to be afraid of you, being one of the Eight Generals and all.*
*But now? Times have changed. I’m not scared of getting hit anymore.*
*If I don’t make you quit today, I’ll give the title of Scumbag Yu to Ye Chen.*
He sat cross-legged on the floor, his gaze shamelessly wandering over Ling Han’s figure.
*The maid outfit is a good choice, but it’s a bit too conservative. A heart-shaped cutout on the chest would be better.*
*The length of the skirt is just right… damn, why is it another pair of safety shorts?*
As she cleaned, Ling Han couldn’t help but feel the urge to punch this guy.
Should I not wear safety shorts and go with a thong instead?
Thankfully, she was professionally trained and could handle this level of provocation.
After quickly tidying up the room, she asked softly, “Young Master Tang, are you satisfied?”
“It’s passable,” Tang Yu nodded. The woman was indeed versatile. Anyone would think she was a professional maid.
He patted the spot next to him on the carpet and said, “In our family, maids also need to know how to give massages. Come on, let’s test your skills.”
“…”
Ling Han suppressed her urge to hit him and forced a sweet smile. “How would you like me to massage you, Young Master Tang?”
“I haven’t been sleeping well lately. Give me a head massage.”
Tang Yu lay down by the bed, signaling for her to begin.
Ling Han grabbed a stool, sat by the bed, and placed her hands on Tang Yu’s temples, gently massaging them.
“Is this pressure okay?”
“It’s fine, but I have a question for you.”
“Please go ahead, Young Master Tang.”
“When I play soccer, even dribbling the ball tires me out. Don’t you get tired walking around like that all day?”
“…”
“If you’re tired, just let me know. I’ll help you out.”
“Thank you, Young Master Tang.”
Ling Han kept her tone polite, but her fists were already clenched.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
'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.
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
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."
