1
My young master may be handsome, but he’s got no morals. Years ago, he pretended to be a “bottom,” tricked someone into bed, then “worked” them until they were hooked.
In the end, they got mad and ran off.
The young master spent years searching without giving up. Today, he finally got word—the other man was in the capital.
So the young master immediately flew a helicopter straight down onto the grounds of the Song family’s corporation, stormed in with a whole crowd of people, and carried a man named Zhao Yue right out.
Zhao Yue struggled and demanded to be put down, so the young master gave him a sharp smack on the butt.
“Be good. Don’t squirm.”
Zhao Yue’s face turned bright red, and he fiercely bit the young master’s neck.
I was stunned. The young master just grinned from ear to ear.
“Easy now. You can keep biting me when we get home.”
Seriously, did he think they were long-lost spouses reuniting in some tearjerker?
2
As soon as they got home, Zhao Yue was locked in the bedroom.
I heard this used to be his room. I stood there holding two jackets, not knowing whether to stay or go.
The young master clung tightly to him and took a deep breath as if he wanted to devour him whole, his face full of satisfaction.
“Everything’s just the way it was when you left. I’ve kept it all that way.”
But Zhao Yue rolled his eyes and struggled wildly.
His collar came undone, his hair was a mess, and even his face had turned bright red from all the exertion.
I could clearly see the young master’s Adam’s apple bob, and his gaze changed, too.
Oh, no. We were about to hit the part that couldn’t be broadcast.
I immediately knew enough to slip out of the room.
And then…
I crouched down to spy through the doorway.
Nobody else knows, but besides being a housekeeper, I’m also a bona fide danmei novelist.
When a steamy scene is right in front of me, it’d be a crime not to take notes!
I immediately pulled a notebook from my chest and got ready to write.
Only, the two of them started… fighting.
When they were done, they collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and panting.
So close together, their breaths mingling, their eyes sparkling, their lips nearly touching…
The soft lighting, or the affection brimming in each other’s eyes—the distance between them kept shrinking.
A little push and pull, and I was about to feast my eyes!
My heart was racing.
Just then…
My phone rang.
The two men tangled together on the bed immediately froze.
Zhao Yue’s eyes snapped back to focus.
Coming to his senses, he sprang up, swung a leg out, and kicked the young master right off the bed!
The young master didn’t have time to react. His six-foot-plus frame hit the floor with a heavy thud.
I knew we were doomed.
I didn’t even bother answering the call. I hurriedly made an excuse and got the hell out of there.
Those two were obviously involved.
If I ruined their chance to make up, I’d be in serious trouble!
3
As a professional housekeeper, I’d undergone rigorous training.
No matter how funny something was, I would never laugh…
Unless I couldn’t hold it in.
Like right now.
Getting kicked off the bed wasn’t enough—the young master had also been thrown out of the room with his clothes. He huddled outside the door, all six-plus feet of him curled up, looking utterly miserable.
He even tried to win his sweetheart’s sympathy by putting on a pitiful, tenderhearted look.
Unfortunately, all he got in return was a pillow thrown straight at his face with a sharp whap!
The young master was famous for his temper, yet he didn’t get angry at all. He hugged the pillow, took a deep breath, then grinned foolishly.
“He cares about me!”
I couldn’t bear to watch, but one look from the young master and I quickly lowered my head.
Damn… His face was really red.
Not because he was embarrassed.
But because…
He’d been slapped.
That clear handprint probably wouldn’t fade until tomorrow.
4
After keeping completely quiet all night, Zhao Yue was up the next morning, making a fuss about going to work.
The young master’s face was covered in scratches, and he was so furious he jumped to his feet.
“You want to go see Song Yuan, don’t you! You’ve fallen for that pretty-boy bastard, haven’t you? I’ll deal with him sooner or later!”
The moment those words left his mouth, Zhao Yue flew into a rage.
Even when he’d been carried home yesterday, he hadn’t been this angry.
His eyes were bloodshot as he rushed over and slapped the young master, his voice shaking with anger.
“Are you insane? If you pull anything, I’ll leave the country immediately, and you’ll never find me, no matter how much you want to!”
Though the young master trembled with rage, he still didn’t lay a hand on him.
He just held himself back, his face dark, and went into the study—and then, crash!
The antique vase his father treasured most shattered to pieces.
I stood beside him, unable to stop myself from counting in my head.
“Ten thousand… one hundred thousand… a million… Oh my God, dear ancestors…”
My mind was filled with images of pink bills fluttering away.
They say that when you love someone, you’ll stay true to them no matter what color they wear.
Me, I’m only faithful to the Chairman Mao on the bills.
While I was lost in thoughts about my deep and abiding love for money, the young master turned and ordered me.
“Go persuade Zhao Yue not to work at the Song corporation anymore.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“Me? Why me?”
Seriously? You can’t even handle your own problem, so why are you dumping it on me?!
But there was nothing I could do. These days, whoever pays your salary is the boss.
I dragged myself off to find Zhao Yue like I was headed to a funeral. After hinting around for ages, I finally discovered something extremely important.
Turns out he was going to work for an internship!
He hadn’t been bewitched by President Song’s good looks—
he just wanted an internship certificate!
When I told the young master, that black-faced tyrant slowly calmed down.
A few seconds later, he broke into a foolish, worthless grin.
“I knew it. He’s not that shallow!”
The sight nearly blinded me.
In my opinion, Zhao Yue might actually be shallow.
He’s not after your money, and he’s not into your looks… so what on earth does he like about you?!
5
The young master said he’d personally issue Zhao Yue’s internship certificate.
And he actually believed him.
Not only did he believe him, he was openly delighted, having completely forgotten he’d once been tricked.
He happily followed the young master to work like a well-behaved cat.
I’d seen plenty of gullible people, but never anyone this gullible.
He nodded and believed whatever anyone told him.
At lunchtime, the young master worried Zhao Yue might not be used to the cafeteria food or might order takeout, so he had the family chef prepare a lavish spread and told me to deliver it to him in person.
The moment I stepped out of the elevator, I spotted Zhao Yue—with a beautiful girl beside him.
She was clearly asking him for help with her studies, but kept leaning in close, her eyes fixed on his lips as he spoke.
It was obvious she wasn't interested in studying.
But Zhao Yue was as oblivious as ever, cheerfully explaining the technical material and even fixing her laptop in a matter of minutes. By the time she was about to ask for his WeChat, he'd already stood up, dusted off his hands, and left.
Not willing to give up, the girl tried one last time:
“If it breaks again, can I ask you for help?”
With those big, sparkling eyes and that pretty face, even I—a woman—would have found it hard to turn her down.
Let alone a man.
To my surprise, Zhao Yue glared, slapped his hand on the desk, and snapped:
“I just explained it all to you. Were you not listening to a single word?!”
I watched, shaking my head in exasperation.
No wonder he was still single.
It wasn't just because the young master kept getting in the way. The man himself was as dense as a log.
Sigh. The young master hadn't really sent me to deliver lunch—he'd clearly called me in to ask for advice.
Sure enough, the moment I opened the office door, I saw the young master looking black as coal.
When he saw me come in, he merely glanced over, propped his chin on his hand, and gave a little nod toward the outside.
I followed his gaze. Zhao Yue's desk was right in plain sight, and at that moment he was surrounded by a group of female coworkers.
The young master gritted his teeth.
“I should just fire the whole lot of them!”
I hurried to tell him to calm down. These days, he had to watch out not just for women, but for men too.
Just as he was about to lose control and rush out to intervene, the elevator chimed and opened.
A classic beauty stepped out—the young master's nominal fiancée, Miss Hứa.
She wore a figure-hugging qipao and carried an elegant lunchbox. With a gentle, polite nod, she greeted everyone, drawing a whole crowd of admiring glances.
But as soon as the office door closed, her smile vanished.
She kicked off her high heels, looking thoroughly annoyed.
“Who's that guy? Why is he standing so close to my A Khánh? Get rid of him right now! I'll pay the severance—ten times the amount, if you want!”
The young master merely glanced at her, already used to this two-faced act.
“Your ‘A Khánh’ is the one who deliberately went over to my person. Believe me, I'll fire her first.”
She gave a cold snort and tossed the lunchbox across the desk.
The two of them stared at each other in silence.
They were both used to this little performance: affectionate in front of their parents, just playing their parts behind closed doors.
But outside, the scene between Zhao Yue and his coworker still had them on edge.
The young master was both irritated and anxious. He pretended to discuss work nonchalantly, then suddenly glanced at me and drawled:
“A man and two women have been sitting there talking for three quarters of an hour… Is he jealous?”
The corner of his mouth lifted, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He was clearly about to enjoy some real-life drama.
I rolled my eyes and replied with the frosty sarcasm of an icy summer day:
“Young master, Zhao Yue and Miss Tô have already gone out to lunch.”
“What?!”
6
Who could have guessed that the most famous golden boy and golden girl in Hai City would follow an employee out to lunch?
I carried two lunchboxes, eating until my mouth was greasy, while the young master's subordinates showered me with flattery.
They said I was treated so well because the young master trusted me—and because I'd won over the “future young madam,” too.
I was full, but ready to swear.
I'd spent half an hour stuck in traffic to deliver lunch, only for the food to end up in my stomach.
A blessing?
Why don't you try taking this blessing off my hands?
Wouldn't it be much nicer to lounge in the air conditioning by myself, watch TV, and eat a hot meal?
The young master was so furious his cheeks puffed out like a pufferfish. Jealousy had probably filled him up, but he was still sitting squarely across from Zhao Yue, glaring at him.
Zhao Yue was so bewildered by the stare that his face was practically covered in question marks.
At last, the young master spoke.
He tried to compose himself and asked seriously:
“Why didn't you call me when you went to eat?”
Zhao Yue replied calmly:
“Didn't you already have someone bringing you food?”
The young master's expression softened a little, and the faintest hint of a smile entered his eyes.
“You mean you knew someone was bringing me food, so you didn't invite me? You ate with—”
“Exactly. Since there's food, there's no need to go out. Saves money.”
Zhao Yue looked completely righteous, then turned and smiled at Tô Khanh Khanh.
“No need to treat me anymore. Let's split the bill.”
The young master's face darkened again.
And he wasn't the only one—Miss Hứa wasn't happy either.
Tô Khanh Khanh was chattering away about how handsome Zhao Yue was, how he was exactly her type, and how refined his bearing was.
I was wondering why these two big shots were so intent on turning straight men and straight women gay.
Just as I was settling in to enjoy the drama, a bucket of dirty water suddenly came crashing down on my head.
“The housekeeper took my lunch, so I was starving and had to go out to eat.”
Oh, come on! That's a huge load to dump on me. Who could take that?!
I'm a professionally trained senior housekeeper. I don't usually swear...
Unless someone deserves it.
And right now, someone did!
I was about to fire back when my phone buzzed, stopping me short.
I pulled it out and took a look—wow, that's a lot of zeroes!
In less than a second, my angry expression blossomed into a springtime smile.
“That's right~ I was so hungry I could barely stand it. Luckily, the young master was so kind and gave me his share. I'm so touched I could cry!”
Then I took out a premium tissue and wiped away my utterly nonexistent crocodile tears.
When I looked up, I caught Miss Hứa's scornful gaze sweeping over me.
I rolled my eyes.
“Hey, miss, why are you eating out here too? I thought you had a huge lunchbox.”
Tô Khanh Khanh had only asked out of curiosity...
But it was enough to leave her speechless.
I sat there grinning, eager to see what would happen next.
To my surprise, Miss Hứa didn't look embarrassed at all. She took out her phone and tapped the screen a few times.
I was a little confused.
Ding!
My phone buzzed again.
My eyes went wide—so many zeroes. It was like a dream.
She lifted her head, gentle as a pear blossom in March.
“Here's the thing: I skipped breakfast this morning and got so hungry I couldn't take it, so I went out to eat. Honestly, who could be as kindhearted as me~”