How Did the Bratty Witch I Raised Become a Yandere?

“Redemption,” “yandere,” “white hair and red eyes,” “little girl,” “cheeky brat,” “one heroine” Chen Yuan was once hailed as the Best Agent of the Decade. But while training two witches, he overlooked the feelings developing between them. Their jealousy sparked vicious competition, unleashing their negative emotions and sending them spiraling into corruption and ruin. As a result, Chen Yuan nearly lost his agent's license. No witch dared choose him after that, so he was left doing the most tedious, mind-numbing odd jobs at the academy. Then, at the enrollment ceremony two years later, a white-haired little girl who had become the laughingstock of the entire crowd, Lin Luoli, chose him. Looking at the arrogant, defiant girl before him, Chen Yuan calmly said: “I can sign you, but we need to agree on three rules: First, follow my instructions. Second, don't act on impulse. Third, and most importantly, never develop any unnecessary personal feelings for your agent.” Lin Luoli rolled her eyes, utterly unimpressed by the third rule. “Don't flatter yourself, old man! I swear I'll never fall for you! If I break that promise, I'll be a puppy!” … “Hey! Old man!” “Call me Agent.” Chen Yuan lowered his head to check the schedule. “Tch, old man, lean down a little. I have something private to ask you.” Chen Yuan stared at her for a while, making sure she wasn't playing a trick. Then he bent down and turned his ear toward her, ready to listen, only for a soft warmth to suddenly brush his cheek. “Smack.” Under Chen Yuan's frozen gaze, Lin Luoli blushed, yet looked at him as if she had every right to. “Woof, woof.” “Tch…”