Chapter 3
Feng Hao Is a Tsundere M
Bai Yuan cast her a cold glance. The beast hide wrapped around his body didn’t cover him completely — a patch of bare, sculpted chest muscle gleamed white under the moonlight, his silvery hair rippling slightly in the breeze.
[Ding! Bai Yuan’s favorability –10]
[Ding! Mission complete. You have received five packs of spicy chicken noodles! The reward has been stored in your ability space.]
She was a true mission genius — just a few words, and she’d scored five packs of noodles.
But before she could celebrate, pain shot up her back — someone had hit her with a pebble.
“Run! Run!” cried Ling Xiaotuan, grabbing his little sister’s hand and bolting.
But how could two short legs ever outrun Li Qingqing?
Like picking up two chicks, Li Qingqing grabbed them both and set them down in front of her.
The two little fluffballs squeezed their eyes shut, ready for a beating.
But the expected slap never came.
“Here. For you. Don’t be so rude next time and throw things at people.”
Ling Xiaoyu cracked one eye open — and saw two red berries in Li Qingqing’s hand. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
“These are for… us?”
She remembered how, back when her brother had just married Li Qingqing, the woman had hated the two of them for being “extra baggage.” She used to hit and yell at them every day — even her brother couldn’t get a kind word. And now she was… being nice?
Ling Xiaoyu reached out cautiously, but Ling Xiaotuan slapped her hand away. “Are you stupid? It’s obviously poisoned! You’ll die if you eat it!”
Li Qingqing nearly burst out laughing. She reminded herself: Patience. They’re just kids. Patience.
She popped one of the berries into her mouth, chewing. “See? Poison, where?”
Ling Xiaoyu immediately grabbed the other one and started eating happily. Watching the two of them enjoy it, Ling Xiaotuan couldn’t help but swallow hard.
Li Qingqing took out another berry and handed it to him. This time he didn’t hesitate — he grabbed it and bit right in.
“How come you’re being nice all of a sudden? Before, asking you for food was like asking for your life,” he mumbled with his mouth full.
“From now on, no eating alone,” she said. “If you find something tasty, you share it with me too.”
Both kids nodded rapidly.
Then—
“Li Qingqing! I told you not to go near them!”
The voice came from behind. Ling Mo stood there, his tone full of anger that nearly drowned her.
“I can take whatever torment you throw at me — but why must you hurt the children too?!”
“Which eye of yours saw me bullying them?” she retorted.
Ling Mo ignored her completely, roughly shoving her aside. Li Qingqing stumbled into a wooden post — a thin line of blood immediately streaked down her pale arm.
That’s when Ling Xiaoyu finally spoke up:
“Li Qingqing didn’t bully us. She just… shared her berries.”
“Really?” Ling Mo frowned. He thought maybe she was saying that out of fear — after all, Li Qingqing had always been a vicious female. If she didn’t hit someone for a day, that was already an act of mercy. How could someone like her share food with cubs?
But when Ling Xiaotuan nodded too, Ling Mo finally believed it.
He glanced at the wound on Li Qingqing’s arm, guilt flashing in his eyes. “Sorry… I thought you were going to—”
The wound was nothing, but Li Qingqing forced out a few tears and whimpered softly, “It hurts~”
Ah, tears — the most powerful weapon to conquer men. Sure enough, Ling Mo immediately offered to escort her back to the cave to tend to her injury.
Just as they were about to leave—
“Always crying and making a scene, like we’re the ones bullying you.”
Feng Hao appeared out of nowhere, blocking their path.
This Feng Hao was strange — he wasn’t moved by her stubborn pride, nor by her delicate beauty and tears.
Could it be that because she broke up him and his childhood sweetheart, he now hated her to the bone?
“Good dogs don’t block the road. Can’t you see your elder sister’s hurt?” she snapped.
(Wolves, dogs — same difference!)
“You dare call me a dog?!”
Ah, so that did it — one word and he was barking mad.
[Ding! Feng Hao’s favorability –20]
Whatever. He’d already dropped favorability twice in one day. What kind of weird creature was this?
Could he be… an M-type?
In the original host’s memories, she had hit Bai Yuan, beaten Ling Mo, slapped Zi Ye, and even kicked her elegant cousin Chi Lin. But Feng Hao? Not once. Not even a finger laid on him.
Maybe… she was afraid he’d enjoy it too much?
Thinking so, she raised her hand and gave him a crisp slap. The sound rang out — even Ling Mo took two steps back in shock.
Still not enough? She switched hands and gave him another slap.
[Ding! Feng Hao’s favorability +10]
It worked?! She lifted her hand for a third strike, but Ling Mo quickly caught her wrist.
“His cheeks are already swollen! There’s got to be a limit to your antics!”
Antics? she thought. He’s clearly enjoying it!
Feng Hao said nothing, his flushed face — whether from the slaps or from embarrassment — impossible to tell.
“Li Qingqing, can you stop embarrassing me?”
The voice cut through the tension like a whip. It was her mother, Li Yue — the tribe’s chief.
Li Yue had once adored the original Li Qingqing, but the girl’s arrogance and bullying had grown unbearable. Compared to her gentle, obedient foster daughter Su Qianyi, Li Yue’s disappointment only deepened.
Su Qianyi now stood beside Li Yue, fanning the flames. “Auntie, Li Qingqing behaves so disgracefully — how can she ever shoulder the responsibility of a future chief?”
Ah, so that’s her angle — aiming for the chief’s seat.
“Mother,” Li Qingqing said sweetly, pretending to blush, “Feng Hao and I were just… playing around. Some private matters between husband and wife — perhaps not proper in public, but it’s really not as bad as Su Qianyi makes it sound.”
“Is that true?” Li Yue asked, though her eyes were fixed on Feng Hao.
He still looked dazed from earlier, but when he realized everyone was staring at him, he hesitated — then nodded.
Li Yue’s face softened at once. “Qingqing, finally you’re acting like a real wife. As long as you get along with your beast husbands, that’s what matters.”
Su Qianyi’s eyes flashed, unwilling to let it go.
“Who’d believe that? With her track record, godmother, she must be tormenting Feng Hao again!”
That was pure slander — this was literally the first time she’d ever hit Feng Hao!
But Li Yue clearly didn’t want to press the matter. After all, publicly humiliating her own daughter would only make herself lose face.
“Qianyi, enough. Let them handle their marital affairs themselves.”
She turned back to Feng Hao, eyeing his swollen cheeks with concern. “Still, Qingqing shouldn’t have treated you this way. Go back and apply some herbs.”
Feng Hao said nothing, simply stepped back.
Li Qingqing took the opportunity to wedge herself between them, towering slightly over Su Qianyi. Looking down, she asked sweetly:
“Su Qianyi… could it be that you have your eyes on Feng Hao?”
Su Qianyi’s face flushed bright red — clearly hit right on the mark.
“Y-you… you’re spouting nonsense!”
