Becoming the Runaway Little Wife of the Domineering CEO - Chapter 7

“Rakshasa” isn’t a proper name; it’s a divine title. Just like the Gods of Dreams, War, Water, or Fire, a Rakshasa is a deity, albeit a very specific—and terrifying—kind.

While other gods preach universal love and mercy, a Rakshasa attains godhood through relentless slaughter and the accumulation of “killing karma.” Of course, she only kills the wicked, but that doesn’t make her presence any less chilling.

Yin Shuang and the Rakshasa weren’t friends. They had only met twice. The first time, Yin Shuang was merely curious about the sheer volume of bloodlust radiating from her. The second time, she had foolishly brought along the Mirror of Sin to measure her karma. The mirror had instantly flared to life, revealing that the woman carried the weight of several hundred thousand lives on her soul.

After that, Yin Shuang never sought her out again.

Mainly because she was terrified.

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Several hundred thousand people… the scale was mind-boggling. In the divine realm, a death only translates into “killing karma” if you kill the person with your own hands and they die harboring a deep, burning hatred for you. If you factored in those who didn’t form karma, or those she had killed indirectly through various schemes, the body count would be staggering.

As a sword spirit, Yin Shuang had only served two masters. The first was a saintly soul who never killed a human in his life, only a few stray demons. The second had fought in two wars, but even then, the total kill count was barely a few thousand—paling in comparison to the Rakshasa.

Most importantly, Yin Shuang was an Auspicious Sword. Her essence was pure light and good fortune, which was the polar opposite of blood-soaked malice. It was a physiological reaction; even now, with the Rakshasa just taking two steps closer, Yin Shuang had already shrunk into the corner, trembling like a delicate white flower facing a cold-blooded thug.

The Rakshasa: “…”

“Come here. I’m not going to eat you.”

Yin Shuang shuffled forward exactly one inch, her expression making it clear she didn’t believe a word of it.

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The Rakshasa fell silent, deciding to ignore her for now. She held a designer shell-clutch and looked for a place to set it down, but as she surveyed the room, her silence deepened.

“Sword Spirit, you’ve lived for two thousand years. Is it even possible to be this poor? Does the rent for this place even cost two hundred bucks?”

Yin Shuang shifted uncomfortably and whispered, “I brought money when I left home, but I didn’t know the cost of living here. I didn’t bring enough, and it’s all gone. The Astral Guide rented this place for me; I have no idea how much it costs.”

On the peeling old table sat a half-eaten bowl of instant noodles. The Rakshasa went silent again, then generously pulled a thick stack of red 100-yuan bills from her bag. “Here. Spend it. If you need more, ask.”

In an instant, the Rakshasa’s image in Yin Shuang’s mind transformed from “terrifying” to “benevolent.”

Money had officially conquered instinct. Yin Shuang trotted over and took the cash. The Rakshasa knew Yin Shuang was on a mission in this world, but not the details. After a few questions, Yin Shuang spilled everything like beans from a bag.

Hearing that she had spent three days as a cleaning lady in Fu Mang’s house, the Rakshasa nearly burst out laughing. “You’re quite the character. But it’s your first time; making a fool of yourself is normal. Just remember for next time: you can’t just hack your way into a safe. Think about it—people put things in safes specifically so they’ll be safe from people like you.”

Yin Shuang clutched her money and looked up, seeking guidance. “Then what should I do?”

Looking at that “stupidly cute” face, the Rakshasa wanted to ruffle her hair, but since the sword spirit was still skittish, she held back. “Let me give you a piece of advice based on experience: nothing is safer than making her open the safe herself and hand the sword to you.”

Yin Shuang blinked. “I know that would be the safest way, but how is that possible? We’re strangers, and I just broke her expensive safe. I’m lucky she hasn’t sent the police after me.”

“Dummy,” the Rakshasa chuckled. “If you’re strangers, then turn yourself into someone she knows and trusts.”

Yin Shuang looked half-convinced, half-confused. The Rakshasa wasn’t in a hurry to explain; they had ten days together, and she’d let Yin Shuang observe and learn.

Her original plan was to crash with Yin Shuang until she rented a place, but looking at this dump, she couldn’t stand even one night. They were going to a hotel.

Yin Shuang didn’t know how to disguise herself, but the Rakshasa was a master. She reshaped Yin Shuang’s features into those of an ordinary, friendly-looking girl and led her out the door.

At the hotel, the Rakshasa booked a twin room. The first thing Yin Shuang did was roll around on the plush bed. The Rakshasa smiled, then pulled out a newly purchased laptop and began typing away at lightning speed.

Yin Shuang peeked over and saw a screen full of letters and numbers. People in this world called it “code.” She was instantly awestruck. As expected of a senior—she even knows how to code!

Squatting next to her, Yin Shuang asked curiously, “What is your mission, anyway?”

The Rakshasa’s fingers didn’t stop moving. “Helping the ‘Child of the World’ through a crisis. But that won’t happen for a few years. I’m just here now to lay the groundwork.”

She glanced at Yin Shuang, who tilted her head. If she were an anime character, a question-mark bubble would be floating over her head right now.

Amused by her own thoughts, the Rakshasa explained patiently, “Would you accept help from a total stranger who appears out of nowhere? Of course not. I have to establish a presence near her now so that when things get dire, I can reach out my hand naturally.”

Yin Shuang nodded. “Oh… so who is the Child of the World?”

“The second daughter of the He family. You wouldn’t know her. Once I make contact, I’ll take you to meet her.”

Yin Shuang’s interest piqued. “How are you going to get close? Since you know code, are you going to be her programmer?”

The Rakshasa’s hands paused. She turned to Yin Shuang with a cryptic smile. “Little Sword Spirit, do you know why you failed the first time?”

“I do,” Yin Shuang answered earnestly. “I shouldn’t have hit the keypad. I should have chopped the wall, dug the whole safe out, and carried it away.”

“…”

The Rakshasa was speechless for a moment. “It’s because you set your status too low. A maid and a CEO exist in two different worlds. You need to become someone who exists within her line of sight. If she can actually see you as an equal, things become much easier.”

The concept was a bit too complex for Yin Shuang, and after a moment, the Rakshasa felt like she was talking to a wall.

For the Rakshasa, this method was the best for her target. But for Yin Shuang, who was inexperienced and only wanted to steal a sword, it didn’t really matter what Fu Mang thought of her as long as she got the blade.

In less than a day, the Rakshasa had forged a high-end identity for herself and bought a small apartment. Her fake persona was “Qin Ke,” an internationally renowned Big Data researcher who had just returned to the country looking for a local partnership.

Disguised as Qin Ke’s assistant, Yin Shuang followed her every day, watching in awe as the Rakshasa navigated different social circles with ease. The Rakshasa was a natural-born actress; no matter what people asked, she had a perfectly detailed answer ready, as if she had lived that life for years.

Today, they were at a high-end cocktail party. The Rakshasa wore a custom gown, sipping wine and chatting like a seasoned socialite. She had told Yin Shuang that her target would be here—a woman whose company was currently desperate for a Big Data analyst and who would definitely approach her.

Yin Shuang stayed in the back, dutifully holding the bags while taking mental notes.

“This must be Miss Qin?”

Yin Shuang looked up at the sound of a familiar voice and saw He Yuxuan.

The second daughter of the He family… is He Yuxuan?

Yin Shuang, who had been drooping with boredom, snapped to attention. She studied Yuxuan with newfound intensity. So this is the Child of the World—the center of the universe.

Usually, a protagonist’s best friend ends up doing pretty well for themselves. It looked like Fu Mang’s future wouldn’t be so bad after all.

While Yuxuan and “Qin Ke” exchanged pleasantries, Fu Mang brushed off a man who was trying to flirt with her. She looked around and spotted Yuxuan talking to a woman in a very flamboyant dress. Fu Mang frowned slightly; she didn’t like people who dressed so loudly—it felt too ostentatious.

Setting down her empty glass, she walked over to see what they were talking about.

Standing behind the flashy woman was a round-faced girl who looked completely lost. Her eyes bounced back and forth between the two speakers like she was watching a tennis match she didn’t understand. No matter what they said, she clearly couldn’t follow, and even her head movements were a half-second behind their speech.

She’s kind of cute.

Thinking this, a small smile tugged at Fu Mang’s lips, and she slowed her pace. But just as she was about to reach Yuxuan, the round-faced girl spotted her.

Fu Mang was about to offer a small smile when the girl’s eyes widened in terror as if she’d seen an alien. She scrambled behind the flashy woman, and after two seconds, peeked out with only half her head to observe Fu Mang from “safety.”

Fu Mang: “…”

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