When Qin Cheng lazily rolled out of bed, all he had to do was open the door, scoop up the little maid waiting outside, and tuck her into bed to warm the sheets.

Mornings always made the Demon Sovereign a tad lazier than usual—hence the need for someone highly competent to attend to him.

So why, in his past life, had the Demon Sovereign walked the cultivation path utterly alone, with no one by his side?

Because his cultivation sessions stretched endlessly; waking up in the morning was a rare luxury.

But this world was different.

The Demon Sovereign had been here nearly a week, testing whether he could reclaim his former power.

Reality, however, was cruel: this world rejected his abilities. Not a single cultivation technique or ounce of power remained usable.

Amid that near-breaking frustration, he found a tiny silver lining.

Though his prized techniques and cultivation base were gone—leaving him unable to cultivate—the innate ability to nourish his own body still lingered.

That was why his injuries healed so fast. A faint ache remained, but nothing serious.

Put simply…

The Demon Sovereign’s account was banned: all active skills gone, passive skills barely functional—nerfed by 99.9%.

No need to elaborate. The room stayed dim, lights off, long curtains drawn tight.

As Qin Cheng often said, he disliked sunlight; wherever he stayed, shadows lingered.

He twisted his neck, slid slowly from bed, and shuffled toward the door in a drowsy haze.

A silhouette appeared at the threshold.

As usual, Qin Cheng looped one arm around the “little maid’s” slender waist, the other hand gliding along her long leg.

Then—

He hoisted her sharply onto his shoulder!

Striding toward the bed.

“Mmm… uh…”

A soft, flustered gasp escaped—startled, then fading instantly.

Qin Cheng paid it no mind, carrying the “little maid” straight to the mattress.

But… why did she feel different today?

Noticeably heavier?

And… was there a little more padding?

“I told you to eat less. Look at you—plump as a pig.”

He’d been itching to say that for ages.

Liu Hanmiao was a bona fide foodie, utterly devoted to tasty treats.

That night Qin Cheng returned, he’d found her curled asleep on his bed, an untouched bucket of instant noodles sitting on the nearby desk.

*She forgot dinner*, he’d thought.

Only later did he learn—it was a midnight snack.

She’d already devoured a lavish dinner, followed by a mountain of snacks. How she fit it all in, he’d never know.

Yet somehow, she never gained weight—curves stayed perfectly placed.

She wasn’t strong, sure, but still leagues above that Miss Fu.

Now that she’d “gained,” Qin Cheng fully intended to scold her.

Plop~

The “little maid” landed on the bed. Her soft body bounced once on the plush mattress before settling.

“You tidy up. I’ll freshen up in the bathroom.”

As always, Qin Cheng turned away without glancing back. In the mirror, he stared blankly at his sleepy reflection.

Toothpaste squeezed, teeth brushed, face washed with warm water, dried with a towel.

Time always slipped away when half-asleep.

Back in the bedroom, he grabbed his phone and scrolled listlessly.

Time to check the Cheng family’s status. After all his moves… would that useless Cheng Du actually sell Cheng Yu An to him?

Just as he reached for his informant, a QQ call blared from the screen.

Qin Cheng frowned at the profile picture. *Seen this before…*

He tapped answer.

“Good morning, Young Master Qin~ It’s Si Qiuyi?”

The OL beauty on screen waved playfully, teasing him for not recognizing her earlier.

“Tch. What now?”

Qin Cheng hadn’t expected his fiancée. Calling this early? To flirt?

“No reason I can’t call? You’ve ignored me lately… seeing someone else?”

Si Qiuyi retorted, her tone laced with quiet grievance.

*He used to say good morning and good night daily… bored already?*

*As expected—no man is trustworthy. Hmph!*

“You’re just bored.”

Qin Cheng replied dismissively, already heading toward the bed.

The little maid should be done by now. Today’s plan: swing by the Cheng residence and “acquire” Cheng Yu An.

“Finish up. We leave soon.”

He spoke over his shoulder, back turned to the “little maid.”

“Bored? Wait—why’s there a woman in your room?!”

Suspicion sharpened Si Qiuyi’s voice.

*Is he really cheating?*

“My maid. You’ve met her.”

“Your maid wears no uniform? Has a 36D bust? Are you cheating on me—to my face?!”

“…”

Qin Cheng set the phone down, frowning, and turned.

“I’m… done tidying…”

“Um… c-can I… not call you ‘Master’…?”