Becoming the Runaway Little Wife of the Domineering CEO - Chapter 6

Yin Shuang scrambled away in a panic. Fu Mang watched her retreating back for a long while before finally casting her eyes down.

She pulled the blanket a little tighter around herself. The fleece was incredibly soft—matching the strange, gentle sensation Yin Shuang had just given her.

For a heartbeat, Fu Mang was lost in thought. She closed her eyes, and when she reopened them, the warmth was gone, replaced by her usual cold resolve.

I can’t be careless, she told herself. She still didn’t know who that girl was or why she was here. Until she knew for sure, she couldn’t afford a single moment of weakness.

*****

Monday arrived in a flash. At the start of the new week, Fu Mang finished her breakfast and headed to the office. During the morning, Yin Shuang went about her usual mopping. The other maids worked quietly, only occasionally huddling together to chat; with the boss away, the tension in the house had eased significantly.

One of the maids tried to strike up a conversation with Yin Shuang, but seeing her “slow-witted” and wooden expression, the woman gave her a look of disdain and didn’t bother her again.

When noon came, everyone headed to the kitchen for lunch. Yin Shuang continued mopping sluggishly until she was sure the coast was clear. Straightening her back, she scanned every corner of the room with her peripheral vision. Confirming she was alone, she dropped the mop and bolted upstairs.

With a gentle twist of the knob, the door opened. Yin Shuang stepped inside, shut the door behind her, and began to sniff the air.

After a long moment of twitching her nose, she finally locked onto a location. Although the sword was hidden in this bedroom, its aura was even fainter than what she had smelled on Fu Mang the other day. Ordinary containers couldn’t suppress the scent of the Silver Frost Sword; Fu Mang must have hidden it behind something incredibly thick.

Yin Shuang was right. Fu Mang had spent a fortune on a custom-made safe from abroad—one rumored to remain sealed even in the event of a C4 explosion.

The safe was hidden behind an oil painting. Yin Shuang, having no eye for mortal treasures, simply yanked the painting off the wall and tossed it aside. She had no idea the canvas in her hands was worth three million USD.

Staring at the wall of solid steel that was the safe, Yin Shuang rubbed her hands together.

“Sword, oh sword, I’m here to take you home. Once we’re back, we can finally achieve the union of spirit and flesh!”

The Sword: …I decline.

There was a small panel on the safe door. Sliding it up revealed a keypad and a retinal scanner. Yin Shuang looked at the high-tech security display calmly. She didn’t even try to guess a code. She simply took a step back.

Then, she raised her hand and delivered a swift, precise “hand-blade” strike directly to the keypad.

CLANG!

The keypad began to smoke.

Simultaneously, an ear-splitting alarm shrieked through the entire mansion.

Yin Shuang jumped, realizing her “theft” had been detected and help would be arriving shortly. She lunged for the safe door to grab the sword, but the moment her hand touched the metal, a surge of blue light erupted.

ZAP!

The moment the alarm was triggered, the safe was flooded with high-voltage electricity. It wasn’t meant to kill, but it was designed to leave any intruder paralyzed and incontinent on the floor. Yin Shuang pulled her hand back quickly. She didn’t feel pain, just a momentary numbness.

She stared at the safe in surprise. By now, four security guards and Sister Chen had burst into the room. They witnessed Yin Shuang touching the electrified safe and remaining completely unfazed, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads.

If I don’t take the sword now, I’ll never get another chance. Yin Shuang glanced back at them, then turned back to the safe, preparing to chop the door again.

No one knew what was inside the safe, but before starting their jobs, the four guards had been given strict orders by Fu Mang: unless her life was in immediate danger, their primary mission was to protect the safe at all costs.

In other words, they were to ignore her injuries and guard the safe unless she was literally on the verge of death.

With such orders, the guards knew the contents were priceless. They lunged at Yin Shuang, ready for a fight. Yin Shuang didn’t want to hurt them; her internal “sharpness” was too potent. If she actually fought back, she might accidentally kill someone. Since her name was on the Three Thousand Star Chart, killing an innocent person would bring down divine punishment.

Yin Shuang frowned. She tapped her toes against the floor and leaped backward, soaring from the safe all the way to the window. She thrust her elbow back, and the tempered glass shattered into a million pieces with a sound like a cinematic sound effect.

And just like a character in a movie, Yin Shuang spared one last look at the guards, knowing their interference made retrieving the sword impossible today. Her lips curled down in a pout, and she leaped out of the window.

She flew.

She… actually flew.

It was a day that shattered the worldviews of those four guards. They had always assumed martial arts movies were fake; now they realized art truly does imitate life.

*****

Fu Mang’s phone was linked to the home security system. The moment the alarm tripped, she was notified. She called the house and learned that Yu Yinshuang had tried to crack her safe but had fled after being discovered.

Sister Chen, busy dealing with the police, gave a brief report before hanging up. Fu Mang’s face was like ice. She gripped her phone so hard the veins on the back of her hand bulged.

So, she really was a thief.

Shao Yang stood beside her, not daring to breathe. Under his gaze, Fu Mang hung her head. After a long silence, she let out a deeply self-deprecating laugh.

Of course. Who else would get close to me or care about me, if not a thief? I was the one who got sentimental. I have no one to blame but myself.

Pushing her emotions deep down, Fu Mang looked up at Shao Yang. “Get the car. I’m going home. Tell them to send me the surveillance footage—all of it!”

Shao Yang scrambled to obey.

Once she got home and watched the recordings from the safe’s “electronic eye” and the infrared cameras on the exterior walls, Fu Mang reacted exactly like the guards: her first thought was that her eyes were failing her.

She watched it again. It was the same. Yu Yinshuang leaped to the window, and then she took off into the sky.

Fu Mang pointed at the screen. “Is that… a human?”

the security captain scratched his head. “Presumably?”

Fu Mang’s mouth hung open for a good while before she finally managed to snap it shut. She turned to Shao Yang, who had been speechless since seeing the footage. “Explain.”

Shao Yang: “…”

Explain what? I don’t think that’s a human. That’s definitely an alien!

Because she had seen Yin Shuang smash walnuts, Fu Mang’s level of acceptance was slightly higher than the others. She shifted her focus to Shao Yang, looking at him with utter bewilderment. “How do you do it? You make a friend, and he’s a mole. You find a maid, and she’s a thief—a thief who can literally fly!”

Shao Yang didn’t know how he could be this unlucky. He had no defense and could only lower his head and take the scolding.

Fu Mang frowned, looking at the frozen frame of Yin Shuang’s departure.

No one else knew what was in that safe. Aside from her mother’s photos and some old documents, there was only an ancient sword. It was an heirloom from her maternal grandmother’s family, passed down through generations. On her deathbed, her mother had made her promise to keep it safe.

The other items had no market value; only the sword was worth anything.

But if it was about money, the oil painting used to hide the safe was worth a fortune, yet the girl hadn’t even looked at it. There were two possibilities: the girl didn’t know what was inside and assumed the safe held the most “valuable” things, or she knew exactly what was inside and her sole purpose was the sword.

The fact that she took nothing else proved she wasn’t an agent sent by her siblings. She was just a specialized thief.

If it was the first case, it meant the girl didn’t know her background. But the second case was terrifying: how did she know about the ancient sword, and why did she want it?

Fu Mang brooded for a long time before looking at the security captain. “Find me a personal bodyguard. I want someone with elite skills—the best of the best. I don’t care about the cost. They must be able to live with me.”

******

Yin Shuang had no idea how much chaos she had caused for President Fu. At that moment, she was huddled in the dingy shack provided by the Astral Guide, sighing incessantly.

First time stealing, not enough experience.

I hope I succeed next time.

******

Ten days passed, and Zhu Peier’s projection returned, appearing within ten meters of Yin Shuang. Finding herself in the small shack, Peier raised an eyebrow. “Today is a workday. Why aren’t you working?”

Seeing her, Yin Shuang nearly burst into tears. She gave a sobbing account of everything that had happened over the last ten days.

“…So I’ve been hiding here the whole time, not daring to go out. Are they hunting me? I’ve been using the money you gave me to eat cup noodles for days. If you didn’t show up, I was going to have to downgrade to the bagged noodles.”

Zhu Peier: “…” How tragic.

After a long silence, she offered some comfort. “At least you know where the sword is. Actually, getting back in is easy. Do you know how to use disguises?”

Yin Shuang stared at her. “No.”

Zhu Peier: “…” Then I’m out of ideas.

Yin Shuang tugged at her sleeve. “Can’t you just grant me partial access to my magic? Nothing major—just let me reshape my face. ‘Face-pinching’ is better than a disguise; it won’t peel off, and no one will be able to tell. It would make things so much easier.”

Zhu Peier looked conflicted. “I’ll have to go back and talk to the Star Lord. I’m just an Astral Guide; I don’t handle permission levels.”

Yin Shuang panicked. “You’re leaving again? For another ten days? What am I supposed to do? I have no money and I’m afraid to leave the house. Why don’t you just take me back with you?”

Zhu Peier patted her hand. “It’s actually a coincidence. I was just about to introduce you to a colleague. She’ll look after you for the next ten days. She does missions across different worlds all the time and is far more experienced than you. Plus, she’s quite wealthy. Stick with her for now while I go petition the Star Lord.”

Yin Shuang froze. “I thought the Astral Guide service was one-on-one. How can you have other immortals here?”

“She isn’t my client. Like I said, she’s experienced—she doesn’t even need a Guide. I gave her your address; she should be here any minute.”

Zhu Peier tucked away the ID card she had finally finished forging. “I’m heading back. Wait for my news.”

As Peier vanished, Yin Shuang realized she had forgotten to ask who the colleague was. Just as she was wondering, a knock sounded at the door.

In an old building like this, there was no such thing as a peephole. Yin Shuang opened the door. Before she could see the person, she was hit by a wave of overwhelming, murderous blood-lust.

A tall woman with wine-red hair stood outside, offering her a charming smile. “Long time no see, little sword spirit.”

Yin Shuang recoiled violently. She was so shocked she could barely get a word out, her voice stuttering uncontrollably. “Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra…”

The woman stepped inside and gently pushed the wooden door shut. Her smile deepened as she bit her lip playfully, finishing the sentence for her:

“…Rakshasa.”

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