Becoming the Runaway Little Wife of the Domineering CEO - Chapter 2

As Shao Yang and Zhang Yuning stared at the girl who had suddenly appeared before them, their jaws nearly hit the pavement.

Shao Yang fell silent for a heartbeat, instantly deleting the “flag” he had just planted in his mind. He looked at Yin Shuang suspiciously. “You… want to be a maid?”

As he spoke, he looked her up and down. Yin Shuang let him scan her without the slightest hint of bashfulness; before long, it was Shao Yang whose face turned red.

God, she’s gorgeous. Having a girl this beautiful do the work of a middle-aged aunty is a crime against nature…

Yin Shuang nodded, then repeated her question with dogged persistence: “Does it come with room and board?”

Zhang Yuning was a fellow assistant to Fu Mang, though Shao Yang was his senior—more experienced and more trusted. Seeing Shao Yang stunned into silence, Yuning stepped forward and composed his expression. “Have you ever done this kind of work before?”

Yin Shuang blinked and shook her head with startling honesty.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty.”

“Twenty,” Zhang Yuning muttered, looking a bit skeptical. “Did you finish high school? We don’t take part-time students, and we don’t hire anyone without at least a college degree.”

Yin Shuang didn’t understand what “high school” was, but she could infer that he was asking about her qualifications. Having spent the entire morning failing to find work, she knew that if this fell through, she’d be heading back to that dingy little shack tonight. She looked at him earnestly. “You can let me try it for a while first. If you aren’t satisfied, you don’t have to pay me.”

All she wanted was a place to stay and food to eat. She didn’t have any other expenses anyway.

At this, Zhang Yuning and Shao Yang exchanged a rapid glance, silently communicating.

—Is she a scammer?

—No idea. Let’s just bring her back and finish the assignment first.

—Fine.

The silent exchange concluded. Shao Yang—the more mature-looking of the two—offered a friendly smile, completely abandoning the bravado he’d shown earlier when he’d threatened to eat dog poop. “Then when would you have time for an interview? The person hiring is our CEO. You can only stay if she is satisfied.”

Sensing a chance, Yin Shuang beamed. “I have time right now.”

Once the initial shock of her beauty faded, a sense of weirdness began to creep into Shao Yang’s mind. Modern girls usually had a strong sense of self-preservation; they wouldn’t just follow a stranger to an unknown location on a whim. Yet this girl was ready to go immediately, without even knowing who they were or where they were taking her.

Shao Yang’s gaze turned wary, but he couldn’t afford to care. President Fu had given him an ultimatum yesterday: find a maid or find a new job. Today was the deadline. If he didn’t bring someone back, he’d be signing up for unemployment benefits.

In the end, Shao Yang drove Yin Shuang back to Fu Mang’s residence.

Along the way, the two assistants tried to pry into Yin Shuang’s background. However, over the twenty-minute drive, they only managed to get her name and age. Instead, they were the ones who ended up doing all the talking.

They explained that their CEO was named Fu Mang, twenty-four years old, lived alone, and kept a strict schedule: into the office by 8:00 AM and out by 5:00 PM—though she usually worked late and didn’t return until 8:00 or 9:00 PM. Fu Mang was a woman of countless eccentricities. Her longest-lasting maid had only managed nine months before quitting to flee back to her hometown to get married and have kids.

Shao Yang, sitting in the passenger seat, chattered on: “The uniform is mandatory. She must never catch you wearing your own clothes, or she’ll dock your pay. And it’s not just the outfit—there are requirements for your hairstyle, makeup, jewelry, shoes, and even your socks. There are too many to list now, but we have a ‘Maid’s Daily Protocol’ manual. You can read it yourself later. Also, after 6:00 PM, no matter how urgent your needs are, you are not allowed to appear in the main areas of the house. You must stay in your room. If you absolutely have to come out, you must apply to the housekeeper in advance to coordinate.”

Yin Shuang leaned her arms against the back of the passenger seat, asking curiously, “Coordinate what?”

“Coordinate your movements with President Fu’s. She doesn’t like seeing anyone else in her house after dark. Anyone.”

What a bizarre requirement…

Never one to keep a question to herself, Yin Shuang tilted her head. “Then why is she so insistent on having a beautiful maid if she’s never going to see her?”

“She can see you during the day, can’t she?” As the car entered a district of sprawling, high-end villas, Shao Yang glanced back at her. “When you meet President Fu, don’t talk out of turn, and don’t keep smiling. She doesn’t like people who smile for no reason.”

She even controls smiling?!

Yin Shuang went quiet. This human was truly strange. She wondered if she looked strange, too.

Stepping out of the car, Yin Shuang stood outside and eyed the house. Two stories, roughly seven or eight hundred square meters. To have only one person living in such a massive space felt desolate.

…But no matter how desolate, it was a palace compared to her shack. She had to get this job!

Yin Shuang smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress, wiped the smile from her face, and followed Shao Yang inside.

The exterior was quiet, but a burly man stood just inside the main entrance. Shao Yang walked over and exchanged a few words.

“Where’s Sister Chen?”

“She went to the main Fu estate.”

Shao Yang frowned. He told Yin Shuang to wait at the entrance, then headed upstairs with Zhang Yuning.

After a few minutes, Zhang Yuning jogged back down. “Come in. President Fu is waiting.”

As Yin Shuang walked in, she passed two women in maid uniforms. Their eyes widened when they saw her, and they quickly ducked aside to whisper.

Zhang Yuning led her to the second door down the hallway on the second floor. Unlike the others, this door looked particularly elegant and heavy. Pushing open the slightly ajar wooden door, Zhang Yuning knocked on the frame and said respectfully, “President Fu, this is the applicant, Yu Yinshuang.”

Yin Shuang had expected to see a woman in a stiff, meticulous suit sitting behind a massive desk. Instead, she saw a young girl reclining lazily on a sofa, holding a longan fruit.

Of course, in Yin Shuang’s eyes, even a frail old lady was a “young girl.”

Fu Mang was methodically peeling the longan. Two thick, bright yellow cushions were propped against the sofa arm; she leaned against them, her legs stretched out casually. She wore no socks or pants. Her top was a misty blue and white flared-sleeve blouse, paired with a creamy-white asymmetrical pencil skirt. The handmade ruffled hem added a touch of playfulness to her otherwise serious aura.

Since she was seated, Yin Shuang couldn’t tell exactly how tall she was—likely neither too short nor too tall. The top was loose, but the skirt was incredibly form-fitting. Yin Shuang did a silent mental assessment.

A bit thin. Probably flat-chested.

…

Fu Mang finished peeling the fruit and popped it into her mouth. She took a crystal bowl, spat the pit into it, and pulled out two tissues to daintily wipe the juice from her fingers. Only then did she deign to lift her eyelids and look at Yin Shuang.

Fu Mang’s expression barely shifted. A stranger would have thought she was unmoved, but those who knew her would have noticed her eyes light up for a fraction of a second. Though the light faded quickly, it had been there—proof that she, too, found Yin Shuang beautiful.

Shao Yang, watching from the side, felt a surge of relief. His job was safe.

While he relaxed, Yin Shuang remained tense. Fu Mang studied her for two quiet seconds before looking away. She picked up another longan and spoke while peeling it.

“Yu Yinshuang?”

Remembering Shao Yang’s warning, Yin Shuang pressed her lips together and simply nodded.

A faint, muffled chuckle came from Fu Mang, followed by an equally muffled critique: “Who gave you that name? It’s so provincial.”

Yin Shuang: “…”

Shao Yang was used to this attitude. The woman seemed impossible to get along with, and in truth…

Well, she was difficult. But after a while, you got used to it. Besides, Fu Mang treated her staff well—the pay was excellent, and she’d help out if someone was in a bind. Setting aside her obsessive nitpicking, she was actually a decent employer.

Finishing another fruit, Fu Mang looked up and asked sluggishly, “Did you bring your ID card?”

Yin Shuang blinked, giving her the rehearsed line: “I lost my ID. It’s being replaced; I’ll have it in a couple of days.”

Fu Mang’s hands froze. For the five minutes Yin Shuang had been in the room, Fu Mang’s gaze had been indifferent. But the moment those words were spoken, Fu Mang’s eyes locked onto her. For a split second, Yin Shuang felt as though she had been stripped bare, undergoing a public trial.

Fu Mang’s gaze was cold. Her lips curled, perhaps a smile, perhaps a sneer. She tossed the half-peeled longan aside and stopped looking at her.

“Take her out. Give her a uniform. She starts tomorrow. For today, show her around so she can get used to the place.”

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