His Legs?!
The sudden declaration swept through the arena like a storm, shocking both the audience and participants.
[I’m crying, he really said that!]
[God, this is ultimate devotion. I can’t take it.]
[If Eldest Young Master Gu loves someone, it’s a love that shakes the heavens and the earth!]
Even the elite circles from other provinces, unfamiliar with such theatrics, were stunned.
“Whoa, so it’s true love?”
“No wonder the birthday gifts were so extravagant…”
“Damn, I’m genuinely envious. That’s Eldest Young Master Gu we’re talking about!”
The two competitors standing on the field remained silent.
Gu Cheng: Whatever. I’m used to it.
Wander: …Was that really necessary?
Ning Yi, sitting on the VIP platform, watched as the crowd’s expressions ranged from dumbfounded to exhilarated. For some reason, she found it… oddly satisfying.
—It’s true, in over-the-top romance worlds, everyone really loves this kind of thing!
The one most affected, of course, was Ding Ziyue, the queen of adoration herself!
Her face was a mix of disbelief and envy, as if her world had shattered.
How could this happen?!
How could Ning Yi inspire such domineering, heart-stirring words from a man like Eldest Young Master Gu?!
Her worldview was completely upended! Nobody in this world was supposed to receive more love than her. That was supposed to be the natural order of things!
Ning Yi: You’re not wrong! It’s just that the person saying it… was me! AHAHAHA—
She called out mentally to Gu Cheng with fervor: “How about that, hubby? I just amplified your kingly aura! Aren’t I amazing?”
Gu Cheng closed his eyes briefly. “…Amazing.”
Where does she even learn these things?
“Oh, I was just worried you might trip and fall. It’d hurt,” Ning Yi explained sweetly.
The random switching mechanic was so tricky. They couldn’t swap back at will unless one person threatened the other’s body—but she couldn’t exactly pull an outrageous stunt like that in public.
Or… could she?
After a few attempts, Ning Yi gave up and took it all in stride. “Well then, hubby, make sure to win the race! Your sweetheart wants first place!”
Gu Cheng’s face remained expressionless. “I will.”
She had worked so hard in the previous rounds; he wouldn’t ruin her progress.
In his life, Gu Cheng never held anyone back.
Ning Yi teased, “If you trip and make me fall, I might have to say something even more dramatic!”
Gu Cheng: “…Oh?”
What could possibly top threatening everyone with their lives?
Ning Yi: Plenty of things! ^3^
—You belong to me, body and soul!
—I won’t allow you to look at anyone else or touch anyone else! Your eyes can only hold me!
The arena was still recovering from Eldest Young Master Gu’s storm-like outburst.
As Gu Cheng exchanged a few words with Ning Yi in their mental link, Wander finally snapped out of his daze from the dramatic proclamation.
He glanced at 01 and hesitated, then asked, “Does your husband love you… this much?”
That man seemed like an aromantic iceberg. Plus, with his injury… could someone with such issues even feel that kind of love?
Gu Cheng cast a cold, cutting glance: “Who are you questioning?”
The previous second, he had dismissed Ning Yi’s over-the-top lines as ridiculous. The next second, his pride made him answer, “Of course.”
Wander: “…Alright then.”
Damn. That’s… something.
Wander crossed his arms and mulled it over.
He couldn’t imagine 01 actually loving anyone. She was brilliant, effortlessly completing complex tasks, and incredibly socially adept when she wanted to be. But… romance?
Her head was wired straight as an arrow. Even if she threw out flirty lines, there wasn’t a trace of romantic intent behind them.
So, Eldest Young Master Gu? Enjoy your struggle.
Wander smirked slightly. Not my problem. I’m not jealous.
The host’s voice trembled as it echoed through the speakers:
“L-let’s begin the competition! P-please prioritize safety, everyone!”
Eldest Young Master Gu’s earlier declaration had clearly left the organizers rattled.
“Friendship first, competition second, okay?”
“On your marks—”
Gu Cheng finally gave in to practicality and linked arms with Wander, his face cold and unreadable.
Gu Cheng was visibly more comfortable pairing with Wander than seeing Ning Yi do it, but the noticeable height difference between his borrowed body and Wander’s did irk him a little.
I’m two centimeters taller than this guy, he thought. Just wait until I’m standing again. Hmph.
Once the whistle blew, both Gu Cheng and Wander’s faces turned serious—the shared goal of first place aligned their focus perfectly.
Wander initially noticed a slight mismatch in rhythm. However, within seven or eight meters, “Ning Yi” quickly adapted her stride and step frequency to match his. Their pace synchronized seamlessly, and their speed shot up instantly!
“Ahhh, Ning Jie is so cool!”
“Run, run! You’ve got this!”
Meanwhile, the real Ning Yi leaned back in her chair, enjoying herself thoroughly. Watching her “brother” and her husband team up to win first place for her was such a rare and amusing sight.
Spectators, already in a frenzy, were now in high spirits:
[It’s incredible! Ning Jie and Wander are so professional. There’s no awkwardness or unnecessary intimacy—just pure efficiency!]
[Seriously, Ning Jie’s sense of boundaries is top-notch. She keeps everything respectful, even with someone as close as Wander. She’s amazing!]
[Wander probably doesn’t want to ‘accompany her to the grave,’ either.]
[Hahaha, what a morbid joke, but so true.]
Other pairs struggled along, with Ding Ziyue putting on an exaggeratedly sweet display. She clung to Jiang Linyi’s arm, leaned on his shoulder, and offered plenty of “oh my gosh” moments.
But few eyes were on them now. The spotlight remained firmly fixed on the duo that had stormed through the competition—Gu Cheng (in Ning Yi’s body) and Wander.
When the three-round competition ended, Ning Yi and Wander emerged as undefeated champions, securing first place without breaking a sweat.
Ning Yi, watching from the side-lines, clapped gleefully. “Yay! Applause for my team!”
On the other hand, Ding Ziyue was livid.
Second place? Second place was fine—if it were anyone else in first. But why Ning Yi?!
She had spent so much time socializing beforehand, ensuring everyone knew about Ning Yi’s “country roots.” And now, Ning Yi was standing there as the undeniable champion. How could the visiting elites from other provinces view Ding Ziyue as their equal now?
Worse, after three gruelling events, Ding Ziyue and Jiang Linyi were visibly fatigued. She even had to touch up her makeup.
Meanwhile, Wander and “Ning Yi” looked as fresh as ever. Wander was one thing, but how could Ning Yi have so much stamina?!
Ning Yi noticed, too. She thought to herself, Wow, they’re running pretty fast for their last sprint. Not only did “Ning Yi” keep pace, but “she” wasn’t even out of breath by the end.
Standing beside “Gu Cheng,” Zhou Special Assistant whispered reassuringly, “Young Master, Madam performed exceptionally! But I’m sure if it had been you, your physical abilities would have made the results even more impressive!”
The real Ning Yi nodded enthusiastically from the chairman’s platform. “That’s probably true!”
After all, she thought, there are no flaws written into this man.
The event concluded with an awards ceremony.
The organizers had prepared fancy trophies, inviting the top three pairs onto the podium for their moment of glory.
Just as Ning Yi was about to feel a little regret for missing it, her surroundings blurred—and suddenly, she was back in her own body.
She blinked. Wow, even the random switching is considerate—ending just in time for the awards!
Grinning ear to ear, Ning Yi happily bounced onto the stage with Wander.
The feeling was unexpectedly sentimental.
In the post-apocalyptic world, they’d achieved countless feats, saving themselves and others. But back then, who would hand them trophies for their efforts?
Now, sharing this moment of glory with Wander felt like a small commemoration of their many battles fought side by side.
“Good work, Captain!” Ning Yi teased, gesturing to both past and present.
“Not hard work,” Wander replied, glancing at her genuine smile before cracking one himself.
The two bumped fists as a gesture of camaraderie.
When Ning Yi accepted the trophy from the presenter, she gasped. “Wow!” Her smile grew even brighter.
The championship trophy sparkled with embedded diamonds—bling-bling in true luxury style.
Meanwhile, Ding Ziyue stood on the runner-up platform, fake-smiling next to Jiang Linyi. The platform for second place was noticeably shorter than the champions’ podium, a detail she would never forget.
But Ning Yi didn’t even glance her way. She was too busy admiring her dazzling prize.
She gleefully held the trophy alongside Wander, the two of them marvelling at its beauty. The sunlight added an extra dazzling golden glow, and they both smiled brightly at the cameras.
[Click! Such a beautiful moment! Congratulations to Wan Shi Ru Yi!]
[Also, congrats to Tyrant Eldest Young Master Gu, hahaha.]
[Thank you, all three of you, for the entertainment! More drama, please! (sparkly eyes)]
Wander thought to himself—it did sting a little.
But in the end, as long as 01 was happy, that was all that mattered.
They had fought so hard to survive and deserved to enjoy moments like this. Being alive and happy was enough.
At least, they were still in the same world.
That was what mattered.
Back on the VIP platform, Gu Cheng, having returned to his own body, resumed his signature cold and regal demeanour. He clapped for Ning Yi and Wander with a composed and aloof expression, as if the tyrant who’d just threatened everyone’s lives wasn’t him.
Many from the visiting elite circles had initially considered approaching Gu Cheng to network and perhaps explore future collaborations. But now, they hesitated, intimidated by his overpowering presence.
Gu Cheng, still exuding a chilly aura, remained impassive.
“…”
Ning Yi, carrying her trophy, hopped cheerfully back toward him.
—What a fulfilling day!
Not only had she teamed up with her captain, but she’d also snagged first place!
Her joy was simple. If this day ended with a delicious feast, it would be perfect.
Her gaze fell on her “poor, wronged husband.”
Gu Cheng’s expression didn’t budge. “Are you satisfied now?”
Ning Yi beamed. “Hehehe, husband”
Gu Cheng glanced at his watch. Ning Yi didn’t have any more events today. He could take her for a meal before heading back to work.
He turned his wheelchair to leave but paused mid-motion.
Something felt… different.
Specifically, his legs.
The sensation of strength gathering there was clearer than ever.
But what had caused this change? All his recent activities had been carried out while inhabiting Ning Yi’s body. What had she done to his body during that time? Was it just… that outrageous line she delivered earlier?
Objectively, what had changed? Or who had been influenced…
Ning Yi blinked up at him, her wide eyes curious as she noticed his contemplative state.
To be fair, her husband’s aura and looks were truly unparalleled.
“You’re so handsome, hubby. Look, everyone’s scared stiff by you~”
In her heart, Ning Yi felt she’d made great progress today. Gu Cheng’s “tyrant’s love” had clearly unsettled the heroine, while the male lead had failed to claim the trophy and offer it to his beloved as in the original story. This disruption in the romance arc had definitely created tension!
In the book, Gu Cheng’s role was to hinder the romantic progression as a plot device. The more effectively he fulfilled that role, the more it might help his recovery—or so Ning Yi hypothesized.
Gu Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly.
He wasn’t sure if Ning Yi’s comment was intentional or coincidental, but it seemed to touch on something. A faint, invisible thread leading toward a resolution became clearer.
He had a feeling.
This time, he really might… be close to standing up again.
Ultimately, Eldest Young Master Gu took Ning Yi away.
As they left the podium, the elite circles of both A City and the visiting provinces watched them intently, their gazes a mix of respect, fear, envy, and astonishment.
What if Gu Cheng really stood up one day? That would be absolutely terrifying.
Gu Cheng met all the gazes directed at him with calm indifference.
Meanwhile, Ning Yi was clearly unaffected, maintaining her carefree demeanour.
The two of them left the crowd’s line of sight, leaving behind only a trail of whispers and legends.
Afterwards, Ning Yi happily clung to her husband’s arm and they returned to the city for a lavish meal to replenish her energy after the day’s activities.
Gu Cheng stood by the top-floor window, sipping water as he gazed out at the city lights, deep in thought.
Ning Yi, however, was fully immersed in her food. She focused intently on a golden, crispy roast leg of lamb, juices sizzling, and devoured it with glee.
“This roast lamb is sooo good! Hubby, can you order me another one?” Ning Yi declared confidently, “Your baby used both legs to run today, so I deserve two lamb legs!”
Gu Cheng withdrew his gaze, exhaling in silent resignation.
Not having an excuse wouldn’t stop him from letting her eat more anyway.
Signalling to Assistant Zhou to add more dishes, he said evenly, “What about me?”
“You?” Ning Yi tilted her head in surprise.
Gu Cheng’s lips curled into a faint, arrogant smile. “I also ran for you.”
Realizing the truth of his words, Ning Yi’s face lit up. “Oh, right! You even used your legs too!”
Gu Cheng’s smile deepened as he leaned slightly closer. “So, how do you plan to repay—”
Before he could finish, Assistant Zhou appeared with the menu, catching Ning Yi excitedly cutting him off: “Then add three more legs of lamb!”
Gu Cheng: “?”
Ning Yi: “^3^”
Assistant Zhou: Did I just overhear something I shouldn’t have?
With silent composure, he left the room, his thoughts a mix of shock and professional calm. He prided himself on his ability to interpret his superiors’ nuanced needs. Surely this deserved a raise? Even though his salary was already sky-high…
Meanwhile, the grand luxury sports event in A City was a roaring success. The first day’s enthusiasm far exceeded the organizers’ expectations.
It also happened to be CMore’s largest live-streamed event to date, a critical milestone as Gu’s Capital considered its investment.
Later that night, the platform’s biggest gossip blogger posted a carefully curated highlight reel featuring the day’s most iconic moments—complete with dramatic captions:
Gu de Mo Ning, Wan Shi Ru Yi#
Someone Please Recruit Wander to the Special Forces#
True Tyrant Literature: When It’s Done Right#
I Want Ning Jie’s Joy in My Life Too#
Back at the Zhao residence, Zhao Mochu was bubbling with excitement, furiously messaging Ning Yi.
[Sis! Dearest Sis! You and Eldest Young Master Gu will come back tomorrow, right?!]
[There’ll be tons of couple and partner games and a high-class seafood buffet at the evening banquet!]
[Pretty please, it’s going to be amazing!]
Ning Yi, lounging on her bed, glanced at her phone before turning to Gu Cheng with wide, innocent eyes. “Hubby, will you accompany me to tomorrow’s sports events~?”
The next day’s schedule included kayaking, swimming, and archery, alongside some optional fun mini-games. Gu Cheng had already reviewed the detailed timetable prepared by Assistant Zhou.
Archery and the like? Child’s play—activities he’d mastered long ago.
Mini-games? Utterly dull.
However, the evening banquet was another matter entirely. Ning Yi would definitely want to attend for the food, but the event also served as a social gathering and formal ball. Most attendees would be paired up with their significant others.
There was no way Gu Cheng would let Ning Yi go alone. She might truly be going for the seafood buffet, but no one else would know that.
Moreover…
Gu Cheng shifted slightly, testing the sensation in his legs.
The gradual return of strength and feeling was undeniable. Tomorrow would provide a perfect opportunity to further test his progress.
As absurd as the situation seemed, the past three years of his life had been nothing short of surreal. If some mysterious force had locked his body, identifying and harnessing the power to break through that barrier felt closer than ever.
Gu Cheng reached out and lightly tapped Ning Yi’s forehead. “I’ll go with you.”
And… perhaps it was time to tell Ning Yi about the state of his recovery. After all, his wife cared deeply, singing to his legs at night and massaging them with such dedication.
Gu Cheng’s lips curved faintly.
Ning Yi, her head tilting slightly backward from his gentle tap, returned with a teasing smile, eyes shimmering with playful affection. “Hubby, are you saying you can’t bear to be away from me?”
Gu Cheng: “?”
Ning Yi gazed at Gu Cheng with mock affection. “Hubby, you were so jealous during the day. Could it be you’ve fallen madly, deeply in love with me?”
Gu Cheng replied calmly, “Not yet—”
But Ning Yi seized the opportunity to interrupt, her tone suddenly brimming with playful dramatics: “Oh, my dear husband, I understand your love. I will cherish it with my life.” She leaned in closer and began weaving her mischievous spell. “Come now, declare it loudly! Tell me that all the money you earn will be for your darling wife to spend. Promise me that all the best food in the world will be mine to eat. In the future, not just yachts, mansions, and companies, but the entire kingdom—you’ll conquer it all for your baby, right?”
She leaned forward, eyes twinkling, and added with a smirk, “Don’t hold back! Scream your love to the heavens!”
Gu Cheng stared at her wordlessly.
Then, with deliberate calm, he swallowed the words he had been about to share about his legs.
Perhaps he would surprise her once he fully recovered.
The next day, the sports event continued with even greater fervor.
Thanks to the overwhelming buzz from Day 1, crowds of spectators layered themselves around the fences, vying for a glimpse of the action.
Meanwhile, Ding Ziyue had barely slept a wink. After countless cycles of overthinking, she managed to console herself with a new perspective:
Sure, she’d lost to Ning Yi, but the trajectory from her prophetic dream was still correct!
In the dream, Gu Cheng alone disrupted her and Jiang Linyi’s love story with his oppressive aura. Now, though, he brought Ning Yi along, channelling his affection for her to destabilize the narrative.
It wasn’t ideal that Ning Yi benefitted from this twist, but storms and hurdles only made love stronger. She and Jiang Linyi’s romance would shine brighter for enduring adversity.
With her resolve renewed, she was sure of one thing: her life as the heroine of a pampering romance could not lose!
When Ning Yi and Gu Cheng arrived at the venue, the kayaking competition was just about to start.
The match pitted the A City team against representatives from neighbouring provinces, sparking an unexpected surge in collective pride and competitive spirit among the elite circles.
A City’s flower, Ding Ziyue, had fully restored her confidence and cheered daintily from the shore in her best imitation of a soft, angelic voice:
“Let’s go, everyone~”
“You’re all amazing~”
The whistle blew, and the competitors began paddling furiously while the crowd erupted into cheers.
Some had tried to rope Ning Yi into participating again, given her standout athleticism and agility during yesterday’s events. But then they remembered…
She was with Gu Cheng.
Better safe than sorry.
“Imagine if Eldest Young Master Gu’s legs recovered. Would I even have a shot anymore?”
“Let’s talk when he’s actually recovered.”
“Still, I remember seeing Eldest Young Master Gu before the accident. He was practically walking hormones…”
“Right? Tall, handsome, and sexy, like a living model…”
Ning Yi, blessed (or cursed) with exceptional hearing, picked up on these murmurs loud and clear.
She froze mid-step, then turned her gaze toward Gu Cheng’s legs, staring with a strange intensity.
Gu Cheng: “?”
Ning Yi’s eyes gleamed with a very egalitarian type of resentment.
The kayakers paddled off into the distance, leaving the rest of the crowd to join in on interactive mini-games and lighter activities.
Ding Ziyue clung tightly to her regained narrative, determined to use the couple’s games to display her sweetness with Jiang Linyi.
Spotting Ning Yi and Gu Cheng on the side-lines, she leaned affectionately on Jiang Linyi’s arm and whined sweetly, “Linyi-gege, let’s go play that table game, okay~?”
The game wasn’t actually billiards but a quirky challenge involving blowing ping-pong balls across the pool table and into pockets.
Jiang Linyi, ever the composed actor, usually avoided such frivolities. But when faced with Ding Ziyue’s wide, innocent eyes, he relented with a doting smile. “Anything for you, Yueyue.”
The two approached the table amid coos and cheers, competing against another couple.
The ping-pong balls, so light and unpredictable, had the players crawling and craning across the table. Amid the chaos, Ding Ziyue accidentally got too close—and her lips brushed Jiang Linyi’s cheek.
“Ooohhhh!”
“Sooooo sweet! I’m dead!”
Ding Ziyue gasped, her face turning a bright red as she clasped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with feigned panic and shyness.
It was a perfect scene straight out of a romance drama.
Jiang Linyi felt his heart melt.
Just then, Ning Yi happened to be pushing Gu Cheng as they passed by.
Seeing the crowd around them stirring up excitement, Ning Yi rubbed her chin and asked, “Hubby, should I do the same?”
Gu Cheng: “Do what?”
Blush and act shy?
Ning Yi would more likely press him and ask, “Enjoying yourself?”
Gu Cheng glanced at Ning Yi’s rosy lips. Probably even while kissing, this woman wouldn’t behave herself.
The two of them paused briefly in the gaming area before a passionate shout stopped them.
“Wow, isn’t this Young Master Gu and Sister Ning? Are you here for the interactive games too?”
“We have a fun game here where two groups compete. The winners even get medals~”
Ning Yi silently locked eyes with the staff member for three seconds.
The staff member blinked enthusiastically.
Ning Yi: “Mochu, your wig is slipping.”
Next to her was a phone on a stand, streaming to the account @MoliflavoredBadger. Did they think she couldn’t see it?
Zhao Mochu quickly held down the men’s wig on her head. “That’s not important!”
Candy is what matters most!
“So, how about it? You’re already here! This game tests your couple’s compatibility!”
Gu Cheng thought of yesterday’s display of perfect coordination between Ning Yi and Wander, and let out a cold laugh. “Sure.”
Zhao Mochu: Ahhh, I’ve captured this candy! I ship them so hard!
Ning Yi responded with a doting smile, “If hubby wants to play, then let’s join.”
Zhao Mochu: Ahhh, insulin! I need insulin!
A voice interrupted, “Oh my, are you and Young Master Gu playing this game? Linyi and I just happen to have time too~”
Ding Ziyue, arm-in-arm with Jiang Linyi, walked over gracefully.
That kiss Jiang Linyi had just given her had already rocketed to trending topics, melting hearts everywhere—restoring the confidence Ding “City Belle Princess” Ziyue had lost yesterday!
This interactive game didn’t rely on physical strength. It was about showing sweetness, and she and her Brother Linyi wouldn’t lose at that!
Zhao Mochu glanced at Gu Cheng and Ning Yi, who seemed unfazed. “Alright, sure.”
The game was a competition between two groups. Each group’s male and female participants had to separately write down five phrases the other frequently said, or things they often said to each other. The goal was to match answers and show how well they knew each other.
Zhao Mochu: “No communicating allowed! You’ll write live, and all the viewers here will act as supervisors~”
Ding Ziyue nodded confidently. “No problem~”
Meanwhile, Ning Yi and Gu Cheng exchanged a look.
No communication? But they could exchange thoughts telepathically. (Innocently twiddling fingers while gazing at the sky)
Ning Yi shyly said, “Hubby, isn’t it cheating if we do that?”
Gu Cheng replied indifferently, “What’s wrong with that?”
As a businessman, he always maximized benefits.
The game began.
Online viewers enthusiastically watched, thanks to the CP fan leader at the frontlines.
First up were Ding Ziyue and Jiang Linyi, writing about Jiang Linyi’s catchphrases, backs to each other. Ding Ziyue’s expression shifted from pure to increasingly bashful as she wrote, her face reddening. By the time they revealed their boards, she was already hiding behind hers out of shyness.
Ding Ziyue’s first three phrases:
- “Ziyue.”
- “I’m here.”
- “Don’t be afraid.
Turning the page, the last two read:
- “I love you.”
- “Silly girl.”
Online spectators erupted into an “Awww—” in unison.
[Ahhh, how sweet is this!]
[How much does the Best Actor spoil her in private!?]
Jiang Linyi revealed his own board with a doting smile.
- “Ziyue.”
- “I love you.”
- “I’m here.”
- “Silly girl.”
- “Keep it up.”
[Wow!]
[They really matched up almost perfectly!]
[Wait, but what’s with the last one being ‘Keep it up,’ hahaha—]
Zhao Mochu glanced over and thought to herself, Wow, Princess Ding and Best Actor Jiang are really impressive, matching four out of five? That means my CP has to get a perfect score to win…
For a moment, even Zhao Mochu felt a bit unsure.
Meanwhile, Ding Ziyue’s sense of superiority was practically spilling over, barely hidden beneath her bashful expression!
It was Ning Yi’s turn to write Gu Cheng’s catchphrases.
[Ahhh, it’s just a simple game, but why am I feeling nervous?]
[This damn competitive streak of mine— Gu de Mo Ning must be the best!]
Meanwhile, Ning Yi was mentally chatting with Gu Cheng.
“How about this, hubby? ‘Hehe’ and ‘Shut up’ should count as your catchphrases, right? That’s already two.”
Gu Cheng: “…”
For a moment, he found himself unable to argue.
Ning Yi swiftly jotted them down, then paused to think harder. “But honestly, you barely talk, hubby. Where am I supposed to find catchphrases?”
Gu Cheng glanced at the overly sweet phrases on the opposite team’s answer board. Remaining unfazed, he suggested, “You could write ‘Wife—’”
“—Or ‘Woman! Damn it! You’re coming down with me!’” Ning Yi interjected. “How’s that? Now we have five! You can write the same ones as me. Everyone will think we’re perfectly in sync—loving soulmates!”
Gu Cheng, expressionless: “Everyone will think we’re crazy.”
Ning Yi pouted, “But there’s nothing else!”
What else could there be aside from domineering CEO lines?
Gu Cheng held back his frustration, finally sighing. “Can’t you come up with something… normal for once?”
Ning Yi pondered. “There are softer ones!”
——“Are both teams ready with their answers~~?”
Zhao Mochu was practically vibrating with excitement and nervousness, rubbing her hands together.
What did Young Master Gu say to Sister Ning in private? Could they guess each other’s answers?
Ning Yi and Gu Cheng exchanged a glance. Gu Cheng gave her a resigned do as you like look, so Ning Yi cheerfully revealed her answer board:
- “Hehe.”
- “Shut up.”
And the remaining three:
- “Don’t look at him.”
- “Don’t look at others.”
- “Look at me.”
Zhao Mochu: “!!!!!!”
Ding Ziyue nearly fell out of her chair. Oh, just keep pretending, Ning Yi!
The idea of Young Master Gu saying things like this with his face—absolutely absurd, yet so maddeningly seductive!
Zhao Mochu, clinging to her last shred of composure, cued Young Master Gu to reveal his board as well.
The five phrases were identical.
Every single one matched!
Zhao Mochu gasped for air as her shipping heart exploded. “Holy crap—!!!”
If this isn’t love, then what is?! This is the tyrant’s love!
[Officially deceased (silent scream) (trembling) (running around in a frenzy)]
[Shipped myself unconscious.]
[Someone pinch me awake! Please?!]
All words boiled down to one sentence: “Young Master Gu, stop loving her so much!”
Ahhhhhh!
Ding Ziyue, once again, was defeated.
Her love had lost to Ning Yi and Gu Cheng’s.
Fine. If she was going to suffer, let the pain be even more intense!
Ding Ziyue walked amidst a storm of heartbreak and tears, unable to resist barging into the lounge prepared for Gu Cheng by the event organizers.
——“Young Master Gu, did I do something to upset you? Why do you and Ning Yi have to target me and Brother Linyi every single time?!”
Ning Yi took a small step back. Is this a breakdown monologue? This feels like the heroine’s storyline kicking in, OvO!
However, Gu Cheng narrowed his eyes, sensing something.
Since finishing the game earlier, his legs had recovered by an additional 10%.
So—when he influenced certain people, especially those two lunatics, Ding Ziyue and Jiang Linyi, the recovery of his legs became noticeably more pronounced?
What exactly was special about these two lunatics?
What kind of force did they represent?
Gu Cheng silently moved his leg a bit.
Meanwhile, Ding Ziyue, tears streaming down her face and clutching her chest, cried out, “Young Master Gu, if I’ve done something to upset you, I’m willing to make amends however you see fit… but please, don’t hurt Brother Linyi…”
Gu Cheng: ?
At that moment, Jiang Linyi burst in as well. “Ziyue, I don’t need you to protect me! You’re supposed to be the princess I hold in the palm of my hand!”
Gu Cheng: ?
Ning Yi: Hahaha, the heroine’s meltdown is followed by the hero losing it too.
Gu Cheng: Excellent.
So, by simply making life difficult for these two fools, his legs could heal?
Gu Cheng propped his head on one hand and lightly tapped his knee with the other. He spoke indifferently, “Song Yan, Wang Wu.”
“Present!”
“Young Master!”
Gu Cheng ordered, “Get them out of my territory. Don’t let them set foot here again.”
“Yes!”
“Understood, Young Master!”
Though unclear about the situation, they would obey Young Master Gu’s orders without question.
Ding Ziyue looked terrified, but her eyes sparkled with excitement.
He—he was finally taking action!
He was finally directly intervening to obstruct her and Jiang Linyi’s perfect love story!
This would make their love endure trials, grow stronger through adversity, and become a romance celebrated by all! Then Jiang Linyi’s wealthy family would accept her, deeming her the most suitable daughter-in-law!
“Brother Linyi—no, I won’t leave you—”
“Ziyue!—Eldest Young Master Gu, why are you doing this—”
Gu Cheng closed his eyes.
If possible, he would also close his ears.
From behind, a pair of hands gently covered them.
Gu Cheng paused slightly, recognizing it was Ning Yi.
In the midst of this absurd farce, she stood behind him, and an indescribable feeling stirred in his heart. It was like searching for light in the darkness—this was the first time someone had covered his ears, telling him he didn’t need to listen.
It was a gesture of protection.
Feeling the soft warmth of her palms, something surged within him. He raised his face slightly.
Only to see Ning Yi grinning mischievously.
Gu Cheng: ?
Ning Yi: Hehe, don’t listen. It’s fine, I’m enjoying the show.
In the original plot, Gu Cheng would have waved his hand, declaring his dominion and shutting down the entire grand event. But now, it was as simple as telling them to leave immediately—no need to pick a date!
The protagonists’ love would face obstacles, growing sweeter through pain—heart-wrenching cries, gut-wrenching drama!
How ridiculous. I love it!
“…” Gu Cheng silently adjusted his position.
He moved his leg.
Then, ever so slightly, moved it again.
His lowered gaze flickered.
A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips.
So… it’s really this simple.
By now, the protagonists’ tragic love drama had reached its crescendo.
Even if they were disgracefully, unreasonably expelled from this place, the evening ball at the city theatre was still on! Jiang Linyi was determined to make Ding Ziyue his princess.
“Ziyue, it’s okay. I won’t let you go without a partner! Tonight at the ball, you’ll stand by my side—”
Ding Ziyue, crying tears of devotion in the wind, declared, “I believe in you, Brother Linyi! I believe in you—”
Their voices faded as Ning Yi stretched her neck out, peeking through the window, thoroughly engrossed in watching Wang Wu and Song Yan shove the two into separate cars and drive off in opposite directions.
Hahaha, just force them apart!
Ning Yi was so immersed in the show that she didn’t notice someone moving in the room behind her.
Only after a long while did she turn around.
Gu Cheng sat lazily in his wheelchair, a faint trace of a smile between his brows.
Ning Yi: “Right, hubby? You think it’s hilarious too!”
She laughed gleefully.
Gu Cheng raised the teacup in his hand and took a sip. “Mm.”
The man’s high cheekbones and deep-set eyes reflected a blue shimmer in the darkness of his pupils, resembling stars meeting the sea. His noble air radiated effortlessly, while his black shirt clung lightly to his muscular frame, exuding a poised, restrained power.
Every movement truly made him a walking embodiment of “hormones,” just as people said.
Ning Yi stared for two seconds, turned her head away—then turned back, scratching her head.
But wasn’t that teacup supposed to be on the shelf over there?
Did she misremember?
Gu Cheng’s gaze remained calm.
—Just wait.
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