My father had also fallen into a coma due to a serious illness, all because the company shares were maliciously seized. As a result, burdened by debt, I had no choice but to sell these things to pay them off. Otherwise, I would never have been willing to part with them for a pittance! But even so, it was like trying to put out a wildfire with a cup of water—far from solving the urgent crisis!
I never expected that I, Mu Yuyan, would have such monts of despondency. I was a top student at Buibo Art School, the little princess adored by all. Yet now, to think I would one day be reduced to a maid, as if falling from the clouds into the mud—it was too pitiful to behold! Oh, this tragic life! Always staging such dramatic, transformative scenes! This is just too outrageous!
"Forget it, I won’t think about it anymore. Nothing can crush , Mu Yuyan!" Mu Yuyan gave a mischievous smile at the artwork. Her beautiful, lustrous eyes sparkled, and her cherry lips curved slightly upwards as she said with a smile, "One day, I will win you back!"
「Suddenly」
A shout startled Mu Yuyan. "Don’t move! For heaven’s sake, girl, do you know what this is? If you damage it, can you afford to pay for it?" Aunt Fu then stepped forward and smacked her hand away.
Mu Yuyan didn’t know when Aunt Fu had arrived. She rolled her eyes upward, not saying anything, but she was fuming inside. Good grief! These were her family’s possessions; how could she not know!
"Stop rolling your eyes! If you roll them again, I’ll tell Young Master Pan you’ve done nothing but laze around! We’ll see how he deals with you then!" Aunt Fu said, eyeing her triumphantly.
"Alright, alright, I’ll do it, okay?" Mu Yuyan pouted, then picked up a rag and wiped a nearby table a couple of tis, muttering under her breath, "Who does she think she’s scaring... This old witch is only good at tattling!"
"What did you say?" Aunt Fu raised her voice, her face the very picture of a tyrannical landlady’s vicious scowl.
"N-no... I didn’t say anything!" Mu Yuyan replied hastily, her bright eyes flashing slyly. "Aunt Fu, the phone’s ringing! You should get it quickly."
"Nonsense, how co I didn’t hear it?"
"If you didn’t hear it, that just ans there’s sothing wrong with your ears! Go on, go quickly!"
"You brat! Whose ears have a problem?"
"No, I said *my* ears have a problem!" Mu Yuyan giggled.
Just then, the phone really did start ringing.
Wow, how uncanny! Mu Yuyan grinned. "Quick, go, go! It might be Young Master Pan calling."
"You get this place cleaned up quickly, and no more slacking off! And don’t touch this, this, or this!" Aunt Fu added, gesturing to various items on the wall and the countertop.
"Hmph!" Mu Yuyan stuck out her little pink tongue at her and made a funny face, then grabbed the rag and gave the table a hard wipe.
"You..." Aunt Fu was so enraged she only managed one word before turning to leave. Her remaining words drifted back through the air, "I’ll deal with you later!"
Mu Yuyan shrugged nonchalantly. "Who’s afraid of you! Old witch! If the devil is one foot taller, then I’ll be ten feet higher! Haha!"
Mu Yuyan looked at the gleaming wooden floor and sighed. Does such a clean place even need to be wiped? This family is seriously obsessed with cleanliness!
Suddenly, soone touched her from behind.
Mu Yuyan was startled and imdiately realized what was happening. Her expression turned savage with fear and disgust as she cursed breathlessly, "Pan Haofei, you bastard, you’re looking for death!" With that, she flung the rag in her hand backward, hitting the man squarely on his handso face.
"Mu Yuyan, are you crazy?!" Pan Haofei caught the rag and tossed it carelessly to the floor.
Mu Yuyan also took the chance to scramble awkwardly to her feet and retreat a step, her large eyes cautiously watching the man before her. Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, looking so refined and gentlemanly—how could such a handso man be such a beast?
Pan Haofei, twenty-seven years old, was a natural-born handso man. His brilliant eyes, the color of the deep ocean, flashed with an imposing sharpness. Beneath their seemingly calm surface lay a gaze as piercing as an eagle’s. Set in a flawless, strikingly handso face with deep, sculpted contours, he exuded an overwhelming and incomparably beautiful presence. His well-defined nose hinted at a dissolute, untad nature.
When his eyes narrowed slightly, they filled with a wicked, unbridled aura that made people afraid to et his gaze, emanating an extre sense of danger.
Clad in expensive designer clothes, his slender yet masculine physique and his arrogant deanor—as if no one else mattered—made him particularly conspicuous in any crowd. At this mont, however, that suit seed especially jarring and demonic!
"What a sanctimonious hypocrite!" Mu Yuyan scoffed, her eyes flashing disdainfully. She nonchalantly bent to pick up the rag from the floor. In the instant she was about to brush past him, he swept an arm out and swiftly pulled her into his embrace.
"Pervert! Let go of !" Mu Yuyan yelled.
"Hmph! You wretched girl! It seems if I don’t teach you a lesson, you won’t know your place," Pan Haofei smiled cruelly, his hand then casually moving downward...
"AAH! Help! Help ...!" Mu Yuyan shrieked. Suddenly, she saw a figure standing at the door and cried out, "Aunt Fu, save ! Aunt Fu!"
Indeed, Aunt Fu stood at the doorway, her eyes flickering uncertainly, caught between advancing and retreating. Why did I have to walk in on sothing like this? What rotten luck!
Pan Haofei pursed his sensual lips into a chilling line. "No one can save you, girl. Even if you scream until the heavens fall today, it’ll be useless!" His handso, yet wicked, face took on the terrifying aspect of Satan, the Devil, as he shot a sidelong glance at the person in the doorway and snarled, "Get out!"
"Y-yes." Aunt Fu complied, quickly closing the door for them and retreating with an uneasy heart.
In the luxurious room, only Mu Yuyan and Pan Haofei remained. As they faced each other, one was terrified, the other sinisterly charming. Mu Yuyan was filled with righteous indignation, her elegant face flushed crimson.
"Y-you... don’t co any closer!" Mu Yuyan kept backing away. Her heart leaped into her throat with nervousness; she’d never dread that the president of Pan Corporation could be such a beast!
"Hmph! Stop pretending to be so pure and innocent; it’s disgusting to look at!" Pan Haofei narrowed his eyes, his handso, indifferent face reflecting a wicked gleam. A smirk that wasn’t quite a smile played on his lips. "Everyone knows the girls from Ruibo Art University are a wild bunch! Every last one of them acts like a wanton slut, practically begging for it!"
Pan Haofei walked toward her with a wicked smile on his face. He had just extended a finger when, as expected, she stumbled back repeatedly in fright. His tone was filled with scorn, "But, a girl with looks as plain as yours probably wouldn’t catch any man’s eye. The only decent thing you have is your figure. So tall—you must be around 1.75 ters, right? It’s a pity you’re not a model! I wonder if this alluring body of yours is as soul-stirring as it appears on the outside?" As he spoke, his lecherous gaze roved all over Mu Yuyan.
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