Chapter 23: The System is Here Again?

Chapter 23: The System is Here Again?

Giukiro's expression was like an overturned palette, with red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple colors changing unpredictably and wonderfully.

“You don’t need to leave today.” Gukiro’s tone left no room for argument.

Yun Yang's heart skipped a beat.

broken!

Is this a prelude to settling scores later?

She immediately clutched her stomach, her whole body flaring up like a protective kitten, staring at him warily.

"Butler Ju, this was given to you by the master. Are you going to take it back?"

"Take it back?"

Giulio's eyes widened in disbelief.

He gasped, waving his hands repeatedly, his humble attitude making Yun Yang feel it was unreal.

"Sir...how could I possibly accept this!"

He paused, then added solemnly, "What I mean is, you don't need to go back to the servants' quarters anymore. I'll arrange a room for you in the main building."

Yun Yang: "?"

Happiness came too suddenly, like a tornado.

She was dazed and confused as Giulio led her to the door of a room on the third floor of the main building.

As soon as the door opened, Yunyang's eyes widened in surprise.

This isn't a room, it's a presidential suite!

Wool carpet, European-style king-size bed, separate dressing room, and a lounge area with a small refrigerator and bar.

I've never lived in such a nice place in my life!

Yunyang rushed into the bathroom, and when she saw the spotless, large white bathtub that was big enough to swim in, she almost burst into tears of joy.

A bathtub!

Back in my family, we lived in a two-bedroom apartment. My parents shared one room, and my younger brother shared the other.

Forget about a bathtub, she could only set up a small bed on the balcony.

This is the first time in her life that she has a room that is completely her own!

Indeed, God will not let down anyone who works hard!

Yunyang rummaged through the small refrigerator on the bar and found a bottle of red wine that looked very expensive, and then cut herself a plate of fresh fruit.

Everything is ready except for a bath.

She lay comfortably in the bathtub, the warm water enveloping her body, washing away all her fatigue.

Then she gracefully picked up the wine glass and took a small sip.

"slightly--"

It tastes awful.

She always thought she couldn't appreciate red wine because the wines she drank before were too cheap.

Now she knows that expensive ones can taste just as bad.

Buzz—

The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

These are employee cell phones issued internally by Xiaoyuan; they can only be used to contact each other and cannot be used to make calls to outsiders.

This is the first time someone has called her.

Yun Yang dried her hands and answered the phone. An Jing's sickeningly sweet voice came from the other end.

"Yunyang, why haven't you gone back to the dorm yet? I'm waiting for you."

Yunyang got goosebumps from listening to this.

wait for me?

Her relationship with An Jing was so shattered that it was like a QR code, impossible to piece back together.

If a weasel visits a chicken to wish it a Happy New Year, it's definitely up to no good.

Yun Yang found it amusing and didn't even bother to give a perfunctory response.

He hung up the phone decisively, picked up a piece of red dragon fruit with a fork, and stuffed it into his mouth.

sweet.

Fruits are cuter than people.

It's a good thing when your boss gives you a raise, but if you brag about it everywhere, it will definitely be a bad thing.

She understands this principle.

Yun Yang's gaze fell on the bottle of red wine beside her, which she had only taken a sip of, and a thought suddenly popped into her mind.

She seemed to have seen something online that said bathing in red wine could whiten and soften the skin, and provide antioxidants...

It's such an expensive bottle of wine; since it's already opened, it would be a waste not to drink it.

"Gulp gurgle..."

She poured the entire bottle of crimson wine into the bathtub.

The clear bathwater instantly turned into a bewitching deep red.

The air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

Yun Yang lay back down contentedly, closed her eyes, and felt like the most exquisite little piggy girl in the entire manor.

I drifted off to sleep in a daze.

More than half an hour later, my head slipped into the bathtub, I choked on my breath, and that's when I woke up.

She climbed out of the bathtub, preparing to go to her European-style bed to sleep. As she passed the full-length mirror, she glanced at herself and froze.

The face was still the same, fair and clean...

The next second.

"ah--!"

She was so frightened that she covered her mouth.

The sky has fallen.

From her head down, from her neck to her toes, everything turned red!

It looks just like a cooked shrimp that's been pulled out of a hot pot!

The next day.

Yunyang was on the verge of tears, and rummaged through drawers and cabinets in her room.

Find a black turtleneck thermal top that's been tucked away in the bottom of your closet.

I put on my thermal underwear and then found a thick, luxurious silk scarf in the dressing room, which I wrapped tightly around my neck several times.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

very good.

You can't see anything except the face.

This look is a bit like a female spy from the last century who was stealing landmines.

The banquet began in a lively and cheerful manner.

The crystal chandelier refracted a dazzling light, and the air was filled with the aroma of champagne and food.

The air was filled with the fragrance of fine clothes and the rustling of hair; wine cups clinked and toasts were exchanged.

Jujiro personally led her to Fu Xiaoting's wheelchair and arranged for her to sit in a spot that was neither too close nor too far.

To highlight her unique status.

Yun Yang lowered her head, wishing she could shrink herself into a ball.

A scrutinizing gaze fell upon her.

Yun Yang didn't need to look up to know it was Fu Xiaoting.

[My neck is already short, and I'm still copying others by wearing a silk scarf.]

[Hahahaha... She won't die from the heat, hahaha...]

Yun Yang: "..."

Thanks, it's so hot...

A small commotion arose at the entrance of the banquet hall.

Yunyang raised her head.

A woman in a cheongsam, with a slender figure and a gentle demeanor, walked in gracefully, arm in arm with a young girl in an evening gown.

That was Fu Xiaoting's stepmother, Su Wanqing.

The girl beside her was Shen Mingyue, Fu Xiaoting's nominal fiancée.

Shen Mingyue is the daughter of the Minister of Finance. She has a striking and aggressive appearance with bright features and a powerful aura.

The light blue fishtail dress she wore shimmered under the lights, making her so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

Her gaze swept around the banquet hall before finally landing precisely on Fu Xiaoting, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

There was an undisguised scrutiny and contempt in his eyes.

It's as if you're looking at a worthless, defective product.

Fu Xiaoting still had that deadpan expression, slumped in his wheelchair, not even lifting his eyelids.

He couldn't even see the person's face because his line of sight was too low.

Who is it? Who is it? Dressed like a lightbulb.

Yunyang silently complained in her heart.

Brother, that's a mermaid princess dress!

So beautiful.

I've never worn it.

Yunyang wanted it.

Yunyang hasn't gotten it yet...

Just then, a few more people walked in through the door.

Leading the group was Fu Xiaoting's uncle, Fu Zhai, followed by his scheming cousin, Fu Xiaofang.

But what attracted everyone's attention was the young man following behind them.

The man was dressed in a well-tailored white suit, with a tall and straight figure and a handsome appearance that was almost unreal.

His peach blossom eyes sparkled, yet his demeanor carried a touch of aloofness and coldness, like a noble young master who stepped out of a comic book.

The moment he saw the man, Giukiro's body stiffened abruptly.

The iceberg's face shattered.

Shock, disbelief, and a complex mix of emotions flashed across his blue eyes.

Yun Yang glanced at the man a few more times out of curiosity.

Who is this person?

She's so good-looking.

He's almost as handsome as Xiaoting.

The next second, she met Fu Xiaofang's gaze.

The other person scrutinized her, a question mark appearing on their brow.

Startled, she immediately shrank back and calmly picked up a pot of hot tea.

Don't recognize her, or she won't mind giving him a little burn again.

Fortunately, Xiaofang looked away, which saved her little brother's life.

Fu Zhai led his men straight to Fu Xiaoting and introduced him with a smile.

"Xiao Ting, this is Gu Yan, a talent I discovered by chance abroad."

“I heard you were short-handed, so I brought him back to help you.”

Fu Zhai's tone was as kind as a loving elder, but Yun Yang keenly caught the glint of light that flashed in his eyes.

This isn't sending talent; it's clearly planting spies in the Owl Garden.

All eyes were on Fu Xiaoting, waiting for his reaction.

Given Xiaoting's usual temper, shouldn't she be smashing the cup by now?

But Fu Xiaoting was unusually quiet today, making no comment.

Giulio frowned.

Does this mean you agree, sir?

He glanced at Gu Yan, meeting the other's smiling gaze, his expression becoming increasingly complex.

However, he was unaware of this.

Fu Xiaoting didn't react because he didn't hear what Fu Zhai was saying at all.

His entire attention was focused on Fu Xiaofang.

Fu Xiaofang felt a chill run down his spine from his gaze, as if he were being stared at by some ferocious beast.

He mustered his courage and forced a defiant smile.

"Cousin, isn't your leg better now?"

"Such a medical miracle, why don't you stand up and walk a few steps so we can all see for ourselves?"

As soon as he said that, the surroundings fell silent.

The news coming from Xiaoyuan is a mix of truth and falsehood, making it difficult to distinguish between them.

Some say Fu Xiaoting is faking his limp, while others say he's not actually better.

Everyone watching Fu Xiaoting's position wanted an answer.

After all, a cripple is easier to deal with than a able-bodied person.

Fu Xiaoting still ignored him.

He just muttered a faint complaint to himself.

I wonder if Xiaofang's penis is better yet?

It's okay, he still has one more on his face if it gets damaged.

Xiaoting, you really are.

They must have grown up drinking pesticide.

Yun Yang suddenly felt a pang of envy.

It's so nice to be mute.

No need for socializing or speaking; just sitting there is enough to command the entire room.

As she was lost in thought, she suddenly heard a familiar voice.

[Host, please listen to me carefully.]

Yun Yang was taken aback.

That sound... is it a system?

But why does it sound different from that cold, electronic voice from before?

Before Yun Yang could react, that fawning voice rang out again.

[Host, Fu Xiaoting wasn't born mute.]

He developed post-traumatic mutism because he suffered severe psychological trauma in his childhood.

Don't worry, with your encouragement, he'll definitely be able to speak again!