"It's a male dog, let's test the effect."
Upon seeing this, Su Cheng quickly crouched down and, just as the dog was about to run, grabbed its neck, attempting to make the dog's eyes meet his own.
"Whimper whimper~"
The takeout food fell from the dog's mouth.
"Look at me!"
The yellow dog, held by the throat by Su Cheng, couldn't speak at all and could only whimper, but its eyes did meet Su Cheng's gaze.
"Hmm, that should do it."
Su Cheng released his hand, and the yellow dog immediately turned and ran without a word, as if it had seen something terribly frightening.
He had just seen fear and dread in the dog's eyes.
If he had to describe it, his gaze just then must have been like that of a predator eyeing its prey.
"Just this... takeout?"
Su Cheng crouched down, picked up the takeout, looked at the delivery slip, and suddenly chuckled because the slip had a bunch of text written on it: "XX Villa District, please leave at the door..."
Isn't this Cornelia's?
Last time it was stolen by a kid, this time directly by a dog.
A 100% guaranteed takeout theft setting...
Well... that's quite amusing.
"Mommy, look, that big brother is stealing food from a dog, and he's laughing!"
Nearby, a pretty little girl in a pink dress who saw Su Cheng tugged at her mother's sleeve and shouted while pointing at Su Cheng in the distance.
"Don't be so rude, maybe the food originally belonged to the big brother, and he's just taking it back."
The middle-aged wealthy woman next to the child glared at the little girl, then gave Su Cheng an apologetic smile, indicating that the child was young and asking for his understanding.
"It's not mine!"
Su Cheng raised the takeout in his hand and grinned.
"See, the big brother is stealing from the dog, he even fought with it just now!"
The wealthy woman's face froze upon hearing this, and she picked up her child and left, not daring to stay a moment longer.
Su Cheng shrugged and walked toward the villa district, planning to leave the takeout at the door and then go home.
However, as soon as he arrived, he found a golden retriever wearing white socks pacing back and forth at the door.
It seemed to be looking for the takeout.
"The takeout was just carried away by a dog, here you go!"
Su Cheng approached and suddenly spoke.
Cornelia, who had her back to Su Cheng, was startled by this familiar voice, her twin tails almost standing straight up.
She slowly turned around, looking at Su Cheng with a strange and embarrassed expression, then suddenly huffed and turned her head away impatiently: "What takeout? I don't know what you're talking about!"
Since the rooftop incident, she had decided to ignore Su Cheng.
Why?
Because Su Cheng said she was tsundere and dependent on him.
How could she, with her extremely strong sense of pride, tolerate that!
Tsundere?
Dependent?
Heh!
She was nothing of the sort.
So she got angry, and the consequences were serious.
She decided to ignore Su Cheng.
Unless Su Cheng personally apologized to her, she would never acknowledge him again.
Moreover, this time the takeout was brought back by Su Cheng again.
If she accepted it, wouldn't that mean she was depending on him again?
"Is that so?"
Seeing Cornelia like a bristling kitten, Su Cheng found it quite amusing, then looked down at the delivery slip and feigned confusion, saying: "But this has your surname on it..."
Cornelia's face instantly turned as red as a tomato upon hearing this.
"Who... who asked you to do these unnecessary things!"
Then, she stamped her cute white-stockinged feet in embarrassed anger and started to defend herself, but the more flustered she became, the more incoherent her speech became, until finally, as if finding a reasonable excuse, she blurted out: "This... this was takeout I ordered for the dog!!"
Hearing this, Su Cheng was rendered speechless like never before - she was being so silly she was even insulting herself.
"Oh, I see."
Su Cheng pretended to show a look of sudden understanding, then looked at Cornelia again and apologetically said: "Sorry, I was meddling unnecessarily."
Cornelia sighed in relief upon hearing this, then crossed her arms and snorted coldly, saying impatiently: "Well, I can see you meant well, so I'll forgive you this time."
"Thank you. By the way, was the dog you were going to feed a golden retriever?"
Su Cheng asked curiously.
"Y-yes, that's right."
Cornelia nodded in agreement without suspicion.
"I just saw it and had a fight with it..."
Su Cheng lowered his head with a guilty expression: "And then..."
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, Cornelia examined Su Cheng's body with concern, and only after seeing he wasn't injured did she instinctively ask: "What happened?"
Su Cheng looked up, smiled slightly, then raised the takeout in his hand, held it out to Cornelia, and said: "Then I beat it and got the takeout back. It's a golden loser!"
Cornelia looked at the takeout in front of her and fell silent.
She looked at the takeout in his hand, feeling an inexplicable sense of warmth and gratitude in her heart.
But these were feelings she absolutely couldn't admit to, so she said nothing.
Indeed, she was such a fool.
He had just been making fun of her in a roundabout way, but Cornelia hadn't caught on and instead felt touched?
What a silly girl.
Su Cheng shook his head, and finally pulled out a can of 'Eight Nuclear Bombs' from his back pocket, saying: "This is my apology for meddling."
Cornelia's eyes lit up at this, but she still shook her head and said with disgust: "I don't want your stupid apology gift, I already said I forgave you, why are you still bringing out all this random stuff?"
"Then I'll leave it for the golden retriever to drink."
Su Cheng placed the opened drink on a nearby stone bench with a disappointed expression, then turned to leave.
Seeing this, Cornelia became anxious and reached out to stop him, but she quickly withdrew her hand and could only watch as his figure disappeared from her sight.
A few minutes later
"Hehe..."
After looking left and right to make sure no one was around, Cornelia sneakily approached the 'Eight Nuclear Bombs' like a thief, swallowed hard, looked around again, then grabbed the drink without hesitation, took a big gulp, and a familiar taste filled her mouth, making her eyes narrow in happiness.
"Huh? Golden loser?"
Cornelia, having taken a sip of the drink, seemed to suddenly realize something, and scratched her little head with her delicate hand, instantly filled with an aura of wisdom.
[William Henry Cornelia]
[Intelligence: 4.6]
[Charm: 8]
[Stamina: 3]
[Status: Daughter of British Commissioner to Yan]
[System Description: A popular beauty at school, with trademark twin tails, artistically crafted golden hair, clear blue eyes, and porcelain-like skin. Any male meeting her for the first time will definitely have their attention instantly captured. However, her personality is fierce, passionate, and obsessive.]
[Danger Level: A]
[Operations available, A-level and above can be operated once daily]
(Blacklist: Li Guanqi)
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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.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
