Becoming the Runaway Little Wife of the Domineering CEO - Chapter 3

Shao Yang remained where he was, so Zhang Yuning took the initiative to step forward and lead Yin Shuang out.

Once they left, the study was silent, leaving only Fu Mang and Shao Yang. The latter stood in silence for a moment before hanging his head in apology. “President Fu, I was wrong. Please, just let me off this once.”

Shao Yang peeked up cautiously, only to find Fu Mang staring at him fixedly. He froze for a second before quickly lowering his head again, continuing his plea. “In the future, I’ll keep my eyes peeled! I’ll make sure I know the background of every single person who comes near you! President Fu, look, I’ve found you a maid now, so…”

Shao Yang was her business assistant, only occasionally handling her personal needs. Last month, the company had hired an operations specialist. Because they got along well, Shao Yang had quickly become “brothers” with the man—grabbing drinks and hanging out after work every day. However, a few days ago, a mole was discovered within the company. Leaked data nearly caused a loss of tens of millions. When the investigation concluded, the mole turned out to be Shao Yang’s new “best friend.”

Although Shao Yang hadn’t personally handed over the data, it had indeed been stolen from his station. Fu Mang had been livid. Luckily, she was a cautious woman with many enemies, so she always kept a backup plan in place, preventing any catastrophic loss. Still, looking at Shao Yang made her blood boil. To punish him, she had issued this “hell-tier” assignment. She hadn’t expected him to actually pull it off.

Fu Mang gave a cold, dissatisfied huff. “If it weren’t for your grandfather’s sake, I would have fired you long ago.”

Shao Yang’s grandfather was the former head butler for the Fu family and was now retired. Fu Mang and Shao Yang had known each other for over a decade, though they hadn’t been close until Fu Mang saw his potential and brought him on as an assistant.

With that history between them, their dynamic was a bit more informal than a typical boss-employee relationship. Hearing her words, Shao Yang didn’t take offense; instead, he grinned shamelessly. “Don’t you worry! If this ever happens again, I’ll fire myself!”

Fu Mang looked at him with an unreadable expression before suddenly shifting the topic. “That girl—where did you find her?”

“On the street. Yuning and I were moping in front of a domestic agency when she walked up. She heard us talking and asked if we were hiring.”

Fu Mang looked thoughtful. “Fine. I get it. Get back to the office.”

“Right,” Shao Yang replied. He took a few steps toward the door before turning back, asking hesitantly, “I heard Sister Chen went to the Fu estate. Are you…?”

Fu Mang gathered her long hair and sat up. “What does her going there have to do with me? Move it. I’m heading out soon too. If I find out you’re slacking off, I’m calling your grandfather.”

Shao Yang: “…Okay, okay, I’m going!”

******

After Shao Yang left, Zhang Yuning showed Yin Shuang to her quarters. The room was clean and tidy—a world away from her previous shack. Yin Shuang was highly satisfied.

As she took the uniform from Zhang Yuning, a woman dressed in similar maid attire walked past. The woman gave a slight nod before opening the door opposite Yin Shuang’s and stepping inside.

Yin Shuang blinked and looked at Zhang Yuning. “She’s quite pretty.”

Zhang Yuning looked at her, confused.

Yin Shuang added, “But she doesn’t seem as pretty as those movie stars.” Over the past few days, she had seen plenty of advertisements on giant outdoor screens; movie stars definitely didn’t look like the woman who just passed.

Zhang Yuning let out a laugh. “President Fu was just messing with Shao Yang. He upset her recently, so she gave him an impossible task. Our boss isn’t actually that demanding about looks—usually, ‘above average’ is enough. It doesn’t have to be ‘world-class beauty’ level.”

But unless he brought back a world-class beauty, the matter wouldn’t be dropped. So, even though Shao Yang knew Fu Mang was just being difficult, he had worked himself to the bone searching. After days of no results and the fear of unemployment looming, he had reached a breaking point—which led to him making that “death flag” bet on the street.

So that’s how it is.

Yin Shuang nodded obediently. “I see. So, what exactly will I be doing?”

Zhang Yuning checked his watch. “Wait for Sister Chen to get back; she’ll give you your assignments. She’s the head housekeeper here. I have to get back to the office, so I can’t stay. You probably have things to pack, right? Go out the gate, turn right, and walk about a kilometer to the bus station. Go get your luggage. Sister Chen will be back tonight to start your training.”

After Yuning left, Yin Shuang closed the door to the maid’s quarters. She stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. After wandering around the room, she plopped down onto the bed, which was covered in blue checkered sheets.

She had no luggage, so there was no point in going back. Since she hadn’t slept well the night before, she soon felt a wave of drowsiness and drifted off to sleep.

******

Yin Shuang’s magic and spiritual power had been sealed by Zhu Peier—or more accurately, by the Three Thousand Star Chart.

The Three Thousand Star Chart was exactly what it sounded like: a massive disk engraved with countless stars. It stood slightly tilted on the ground, rotating endlessly. At its center was a black-hole-like aperture that served as a portal to various worlds.

“Three thousand” was a figurative number; in reality, the worlds were uncountable. Each star represented a world, each operating by its own laws. The Heavenly Realm was the guardian of this chart. While the difference between an immortal and a human was vast, one couldn’t necessarily say one was “superior” to the other—mostly because immortals faced extreme restrictions upon entering these worlds.

Usually, an immortal descended with a mission: correcting a world’s course or restoring social order. To prevent them from making things even messier, an Astral Guide would register their name on the chart. The chart could then precisely control anyone, including gods. With their powers restricted, they couldn’t cause much chaos. To ensure their safety, the Astral Guides would check in periodically.

This rule hadn’t always existed. But thousands of years ago, a deity descended to “save the masses.” Before he could even begin, he was kidnapped by a pyramid scheme. He was held captive for two years, and by the time he was rescued, he had been completely brainwashed.

That deity had once been a wise, refined god of the Heavenly Realm. But after being brought back, all he did was scream at his reflection:

“To succeed, go insane! Clear your mind and charge ahead!! A billionaire in five years is not a dream!!!”

…It was a tragic sight.

Yin Shuang hadn’t been restricted before because she had snuck out. Now that she was caught, her name was on the chart. Until her mission was complete, magic was off-limits.

******

Clutching a oversized mop, Yin Shuang stood in her designated work area and began to clean.

Mopping wasn’t hard, but mopping well was another story. Looking at the vast, gleaming floors, Yin Shuang felt an intense longing for a simple Cleansing Spell.

Something that used to take a snap of her fingers now required four hours of back-breaking labor.

As she was mopping dejectedly, a familiar scent suddenly wafted into her nose. Yin Shuang whipped around, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

Fu Mang had just stepped out to grab a drink when she was suddenly targeted by the new maid’s intense gaze. She stopped in her tracks, looking at Yin Shuang warily. “What are you doing?”

The last time they met, they were two meters apart. Now, the distance between them wasn’t even half a meter. Fu Mang frowned as she watched “Miss Yu” twitch her nose and take a deep, forceful sniff. Yin Shuang stood her mop upright, gripping the handle with both hands, while her head moved like a slow-motion camera—sniffing and turning toward the source.

The familiar aura was close. Yin Shuang edged closer and closer to the source of the scent. Fu Mang watched the girl’s face approach; at first, she was too stunned to react, but when she realized the girl was about to press right against her, her eyes went wide. She extended a single index finger and pressed it firmly against Yin Shuang’s forehead.

Fu Mang was about 165cm tall, while Yin Shuang barely cleared 160cm. With Yin Shuang’s face tilted up and slowly moving forward, it looked for all the world like she was going in for a kiss. Fu Mang was shocked. It wasn’t uncommon for maids to seduce their employers, but she had never heard of a maid trying to seduce a female employer!

Fu Mang’s voice spiked in volume. If one looked closely, her face was even a little flushed. “Yu Yinshuang! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Yin Shuang didn’t even hear her. Fu Mang’s finger had blocked her path, but the moment that finger touched her forehead, Yin Shuang’s eyes sparkled even brighter.

It was the scent of the sword! This woman actually carried the aura of the Silver Frost Sword!

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