Afternoon, Zhao Residence.
Penthouse office.
Mini Xu had a lollipop dangling from her mouth as she sat in Zhao Yicheng’s arms, furiously pressing the game controller buttons.
Zhao Yicheng held a controller too, tapping rapidly.
In front of them was a massive screen displaying the latest remastered classic online fighting game.
They had been bickering all morning in the conference room without any result, so Zhao Yicheng simply let them argue and instead hugged Mini Xu, playing the newest fighting game in his office.
Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, ABAB!
The female character on screen unleashed a dazzling ultimate move, lighting up the entire screen with radiant, multicolored effects.
Just as Mini Xu was about to finish off the round and clinch a spectacular ten consecutive wins, her small head suddenly jerked forward as if hit hard by a heavy object!
Ouch! That hurts!
Mini Xu instinctively covered the back of her head.
Shared sensory feedback was great in many ways, but this one was not.
Thankfully, the pain shared between them was reduced by thirty percent, or Mini Xu felt she might have fainted from it.
Sure, she was a magical energy doll, but she wasn’t a T1000-style nanomachine fully maxed out on offense and defense stats.
Her attribute points were all invested in sensory perception and… other pleasures.
Plus, as a high-defense model, she could get hungry, feel pain, and even get sleepy.
Inside, she was soft where she should be, warm where she should be, and could be stimulated where she should be.
After all, she was a magical energy pleasure doll, not a T1000 battle unit.
Try throwing a T1000 on a man’s bed and see if it can satisfy a man’s needs.
Raising her head again, she tossed the controller aside and clung to Zhao Yicheng’s arm, looking up at him pitifully with tear-filled eyes: “Wuwuwu, save me, save me~”
Zhao Yicheng, still hammering the controller, paused.
He glanced at Mini Xu’s character with a sliver of health left, then looked at the tearful mini version of Xu Yinsheng clinging to his arm.
This was… losing was unbearable?
But Mini Xu’s next actions quickly shattered that assumption.
She clung to his sturdy arm, rubbing her nose and tears all over him as she sobbed: “Wuwuwu, there’s really a traitor! It’s her! And not just one of them~”
“Old Zhao, help! I’m being ambushed! Come save me! They might drain my blood and snatch my kidneys~ Wuwuwu~”
You don’t even have a brain right now, where would your kidneys come from?
This wasn’t a euphemism—after all, at this moment Xu Yinsheng, as a magical energy doll, was 99% nanomachines from head to toe.
Besides her appearance, she shared almost nothing with carbon-based humans.
“Slow down and explain clearly—what exactly happened?”
Zhao Yicheng patted her back gently as if soothing a child, pulling out a tissue to wipe away the tears still lingering in the corners of her eyes.
With Zhao Yicheng’s comfort, Mini Xu soon stopped sobbing.
She rubbed her reddened eyes: “Here’s what happened…”
The scene rewound to a few days ago, when everyone had stomachaches from eating pre-packaged meals.
Inside the women’s restroom, Xu Yinsheng had just vomited all the pre-packaged food from her stomach.
Looking down at the colorful semi-digested mess in the toilet bowl, she decisively pressed the flush button.
Afterwards, she didn’t rush out but leaned against the stall door, pondering a question.
Judging from the level of arguing in the conference room today—arguing until Zhao Yicheng slammed the door and left—
The winning bid plan must be extremely important to Zhao Yicheng and the entire company.
If she held the winning plan in her hands, could she…?
Xu Yinsheng smiled, her dimples showing.
With resolve, a semi-transparent light blue panel appeared before her, flashing countless entries like [Cow Mode], [Mimic Camouflage], and [Submission Mode].
After searching through the sea of entries for a while, she finally found one that fit her current situation:
[Self-Splitting]
Using 10% of her mass and 30% of her energy, she could split off a smaller self, useful for fulfilling the unspeakable needs of a magical energy pleasure doll’s buyer—“Dragon Play… cough cough, you know what I mean.”
Of course, Xu Yinsheng automatically ignored the latter half of that sentence.
She lifted her small hand and tapped the entry lightly with her fair fingertips.
The next moment, a silver liquid blob, comprising 10% of Xu Yinsheng’s total mass, jumped from her palm onto the ground, transforming into a pink, adorable little girl.
The little girl had big, shiny black eyes, stood less than 1.1 meters tall, and looked exactly like a young Xu Yinsheng, down to the matching pajamas—just a smaller version.
“Feels kind of like my world.”
The two Xu Yinshengs looked at each other and then spoke in unison, before bursting into laughter.
There was none of the discomfort imagined—right now Xu Yinsheng felt like she was playing Minecraft, controlling two characters on two phones with two perspectives.
After experimenting in the restroom for a while, Xu Yinsheng finally understood the [Self-Splitting] mode: shared perspective, shared senses, and synchronized thoughts.
She patted the mini Xu on the head: “From now on, you’ll be Mini Xu. When we get back, you keep sleeping. If he asks what happened, just switch to power-saving mode. I’ll find a chance to sneak out and find the thief.”
The scene returned to the present.
“Wuwuwu~ That’s how it is~”
“Old Zhao, Old Zhao, help me~ I’m still young and don’t want my kidneys snatched away~ Wuwuwu~”
Mini Xu clung to Zhao Yicheng’s arm, rubbing against him, her eyes red and watery, crying like a little tearful doll. Her small face was full of grievance and fear, tugging at one’s heartstrings.
Zhao Yicheng didn’t comfort her by patting her back but held her tightly, tilting his head slightly with a blank expression, staring at her motionless with hollow eyes.
“So you’re saying you ran out behind my back?”
Mini Xu’s whimpering suddenly caught, a chill running down her spine.
She seemed to have forgotten Zhao Yicheng was mentally unstable.
No matter how gentle and doting he usually was with her, once his illness flared, Zhao Yicheng could manifest all eighteen symptoms of mental illness in seconds.
“Well… can we skip that part first?”
Mini Xu’s voice weakened until barely audible.
“You ran out behind my back.”
Zhao Yicheng squeezed her hand tightly, still staring at her, repeating.
Xu Yinsheng gritted her teeth and pressed on: “Yes, I’m sorry, next time I… Ah!!”
Suddenly, intense pain shot through her wrist.
Xu Yinsheng looked down and saw Zhao Yicheng’s hand gripping her arm tightly, his eyes icy and piercing like blades.
“You ran out behind my back.”
The man repeated again, his face darkening as if about to drip water, his gaze like a venomous snake, fixated on Xu Yinsheng as if wanting to devour her alive.
Mini Xu felt her bones freeze from the cold in his eyes.
A woman’s sixth sense told her if she didn’t act soon, this would end in tragedy.
Enduring the crushing strength on her wrist, she struggled to stand, pressing her small feet against Zhao Yicheng’s thigh and boldly kissed him.
The kiss stiffened the man for a few seconds.
Then, as he relaxed, Mini Xu pulled back her hand, automatically wrapping her arms around his neck and deepening the kiss.
Their breaths intertwined intimately, inseparable.
The cold light in his deep black eyes gradually faded, softening, while Mini Xu’s restless tongue explored inside his mouth like a brave little bunny challenging a tiger’s den.
No one knew how long the kiss lasted.
Until it ended.
“Now… huff huff~ you’re willing to listen to my explanation, right~~”
Mini Xu’s small face flushed, radiating endless shyness.
Zhao Yicheng’s gaze fell on her small mouth. His throat rolled, and a dark glint flashed in his eyes.
He ground his teeth: “Xu Yinsheng, you always surprise me! Sometimes I really want to break your legs!!”
“Why can’t you just be a good wife!!!”
Sorry, no.
If not for you, my life would be a thousand times better.
Silently complaining in her heart, Mini Xu dared not show it on her face.
Facing Zhao Yicheng’s threats, she still feigned a bit of fear: “Wuwuwu, I’m sorry, baby really messed up. If you want to hit or scold me, can you at least wait until you’ve saved me first?”
“Wuwuwu~”
Zhao Yicheng lifted the little one. Mini Xu met the man’s eyes in midair.
His deep black eyes were filled with savage love and wild rage, radiating a frenzied violent aura.
Feeling an unprecedented suffocation, Mini Xu swallowed hard.
Zhao Yicheng’s madness was terrifying—he acted without thinking.
Next moment, if he harmed her, it wouldn’t be surprising.
Fortunately, she was a magical energy doll, made entirely of nanomachines.
Even if dismembered, she wouldn’t die. Well, she’d definitely feel a lot of pain!
Wuwuwu~
The man took several deep breaths to calm himself, then gently set Mini Xu back on the leather chair and said in a low voice: “We’ll settle this after the mission.”
Mini Xu clung to his arm and rubbed herself against him, pressing her face against him coquettishly: “I knew my husband was the best~”
“Actually, husband, you wouldn’t want to see your future wife fall into another man’s hands, right?”