Chen Luoru froze in place for a long while, not moving. Meng Jianchen couldn’t help but look up and ask her:
“Why aren’t you eating?”
She hesitated, then sat on the sofa, struggling to pick up a few strands of noodles with her chopsticks.
Look at these noodles, so long and thin, just like this bowl—big and round.
The noodles were cooked to perfection, neither soggy nor underdone, pleasantly springy.
Under the light, they glistened with a tempting sheen. If not for the heavy sprinkling of salt, they would surely taste wonderful.
After a fierce inner struggle, Chen Luoru finally set her chopsticks down with a sharp clack.
With resolute force she declared:
“I’m not hungry!”
Yes, that was her pride—never eating charity food.
Unfortunately, her stomach betrayed her with a loud growl.
Meng Jianchen studied her, his gaze unfathomable.
“Why are you wearing that?” he said. “Go change into your clothes.”
What Chen Luoru was wearing was a burgundy Chloé crepe dress—something new she had put on after waking up that morning. Clearly, no maid should be dressed like that.
The household maids normally wore linen uniforms: mid-sleeved tops and long pants, practical for chores.
But the clothes Meng Jianchen had in mind were not those.
Chen Luoru looked at her reflection in the mirror—wearing a kokoshnik headband, a short black dress, a frilly white apron, black garter socks, and Mary Jane shoes.
It was obviously a Lolita maid outfit. Anyone who didn’t know better would think they were playing some kinky role-playing couple’s game!
In her heart, Chen Luoru despised Meng Jianchen’s perverse tastes. Yet the outfit was undeniably beautiful. Like Narcissus in Greek mythology, she couldn’t help but admire herself in the mirror.
Sigh, how could a beautiful girl like her be buried so early in the grave of marriage?
She traced the character “忍” (endure) on the mirror with her finger.
Everything Meng Jianchen did to her today—one day, she would use as evidence in divorce court!
As she paced back toward the master bedroom, she overheard Meng Jianchen on the phone.
“No, she’s not pregnant.”
“Really, she isn’t. Why would I lie to you?”
“Alright, I’ll make sure it happens soon.”
Her heart sank.
Looks like the matter of divorce couldn’t be delayed. If she waited any longer, she’d really be forced to have a child.
When she entered the room, Meng Jianchen had hung up the phone. He glanced at her and said:
“Eat the noodles.”
Her eyes fell on the untouched bowl. Damn it, why did he still remember that?
Chen Luoru stiffly said:
“I told you I won’t eat, and I won’t!”
“Oh? You dare talk back to me now?” Meng Jianchen assumed a stern air. “Have you forgotten how you came to my house?”
——She had been kidnapped from London on his private jet. But Chen Luoru couldn’t say that—after all, she supposedly had amnesia.
He sat upright, his lips curving with the faintest of smiles:
“Four years ago, it was pouring rain. You were wandering the streets, broken and lost.”
Chen Luoru: “……”
Go on then, keep spinning your story. You’re painting quite the picture.
“I pitied you and took you in, gave you food to eat. In return, you said you’d stay and work for me like a servant.”
At the end, perhaps fearing she wouldn’t believe him, he even added firmly:
“That’s exactly what happened.”
Chen Luoru let out a cold laugh. This bastard still expected her to be grateful?
She countered:
“You don’t think I’ve forgotten everything, do you?”
Meng Jianchen paused, his fingers still. “You remember?”
“I remember everything before I turned eighteen. I just forgot what came after,” Chen Luoru explained.
Thanks to the great trope of novels, she had “selective amnesia”—she had “selectively” forgotten everything after marrying him.
“My home is in Guangdong, with a vast estate. I have a father, mother, and an older sister.” Chen Luoru spoke with confidence. “I grew up in luxury—how could I ever end up as your maid?”
She lifted her chin proudly, striking the pose of a spoiled princess.
Meng Jianchen’s gaze flickered. After a moment, he feigned regret:
“I didn’t want you to resent your family.”
“But since you remember, I’ll tell you the truth.” His expression hardened, voice solemn.
“When you were eighteen, your father lost money gambling in Macau. For ten million, he sold you to me.”
Chen Luoru’s breath caught. In his eyes, was she really only worth ten million?
“In U.S. dollars?” she asked.
“In yuan,” Meng Jianchen replied.
“What? Impossible!” Chen Luoru jumped to her feet. That cheap?
“I agree the price was unfair,” Meng Jianchen continued. “In fact, your father gave me a twenty percent discount before we closed the deal.”
Chen Luoru screamed:
“Human trafficking is illegal!”
Meng Jianchen smirked, pulling her into his arms and seating her on his lap.
Startled, Chen Luoru squirmed to break free.
No man could resist her wriggling like that. Meng Jianchen lightly smacked her bottom through the dress.
“Don’t move.”
Chen Luoru froze. He—he actually spanked her?
And to her horror, a tingling sensation ran up her tailbone. Her face flushed crimson.
“You’re right. How could what we have be called a transaction?” He stared into her fox-like eyes and said slowly,
“By day, you’re my little maid.”
His fingers brushed her smooth cheek, eyes glinting with amusement.
“By night, you’re my little lover.”
What kind of bullshit lover?
Being his “lover” at night and still working as a maid during the day—what kind of CEO behavior was this?
“You—you’re married, aren’t you? You’re still wearing your ring!” she protested.
Without a change of expression, Meng Jianchen slipped off the ring and said solemnly:
“Which is why you’ll only ever be my secret lover.”
“You’re not afraid your wife will find out?” she snapped.
“She’s just like you,” he replied with a sly smile.
“She has amnesia.”
Chen Luoru was struck speechless, unable to come up with a retort. Suddenly, Meng Jianchen seized the back of her neck and kissed her lips.
He had drunk some red wine earlier; his breath carried a faint, rich fragrance of grapes. Chen Luoru went blank.
How dare he take advantage of me now?!
But with her mouth sealed, she couldn’t even voice her protest.
The kiss deepened, and his hands didn’t stay idle either.
Her dainty maid outfit was soon in disarray.
Chen Luoru seethed, gathering her strength to bite his lip hard.
Meng Jianchen pulled back, his dark eyes brimming with unyielding passion.
The metallic tang of blood didn’t stop him; it only awakened the wildness buried within.
“Wanwan,” he rasped hoarsely, calling her by her childhood name, his grip on her waist tightening.
He had never called her that before. His voice was both alluring and dangerous.
“Why do you love biting me so much?” he muttered. “See this? You bit me here too.”
He pointed to the spot where she had once hit him with her phone. His lips had almost healed—now marked again by fresh teeth marks.
This bastard lied without even blinking. She had only told one little lie, yet he was going along with it, acting out an even bigger play.
Who could withstand this?!
Meng Jianchen picked her up easily—she was light as a feather.
Like a fish caught from the sea, she was tossed onto the bed, bouncing twice.
“What are you doing?” Chen Luoru cried in terror, scrambling back.
“Don’t be afraid,” Meng Jianchen caressed her face.
“We do this every day.”
Chen Luoru realized—she was in deep trouble.
Meng Jianchen was serious this time. She had played with fire and gotten herself burned.
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