“Miss, have these people always bullied you like this?”
Shu Fei was led downstairs by the girl, hand in hand.
She, a full-fledged assassin, was actually being protected by this girl.
No wonder the master liked Miss Wen so much. Not only was Miss Wen beautiful, but she was also brave and kind. Shu Fei liked her too, eep!
Wen Qiansu lifted her victorious little head, comforting her little maid: “It’s fine, don’t be afraid. I’m not scared of them.”
They were just paper tigers, always bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Wen Qiansu had summed up this experience over the years.
Shu Fei: What kind of life has Miss Wen been living?
Don’t worry, I’ll tell the master as soon as I get back.
If the master finds out, he’ll skin those people alive.
Wen Sisi chased after the Huo family’s Maybach but couldn’t catch up. She lost it after just one intersection and angrily pounded the car seat in frustration.
Nothing had been going right these past two days. It was driving her crazy.
Her manager asked why she was chasing the car.
She was too irritated to answer.
Just then, she received a photo from Ying Zhe.
Her eyes immediately lit up: “Wen Qiansu! Where is she?”
Ying Zhe: “Baolu Mall. Look at what she’s holding in her hand?”
Wen Sisi zoomed in on the photo—a black card?
Wen Qiansu actually had a black card?
Where did she get it?
Wen Sisi had a black card, given to her by Wen Biesheng.
Lu Xiaoting had one too.
These black cards were usually privately customized, with distinct personal styles on them.
Wen Sisi had seen Lu Xiaoting use his black card.
The one in Wen Qiansu’s hand wasn’t Lu Xiaoting’s.
Then whose was it?
Well, well, a secret lover?
Wen Sisi immediately wanted to forward the photo to Lu Xiaoting… Wait!
She had to find Wen Qiansu first and get the household register!
Ying Zhe called.
“Femo at Baolu Mall. Wen Qiansu is buying a tie for Lu Xiaoting.”
He leaned against the wall, took a deep drag of his cigarette, and said mockingly.
“Sisi, don’t you think she’s just like me—a simp?”
Wen Sisi: “What, you don’t want to be my dog anymore?”
“If you don’t want to, there are plenty of men who’d love to be my dog. I don’t need you.”
“Fine! Wen Sisi, you’re something else. You think you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, don’t you?”
Hah, so what if she did? Wen Sisi was a red-hot star, with plenty of people who adored her.
Even if the ring incident had embarrassed her, it couldn’t bring her down.
As long as she successfully became the true young lady of the Wen family and married Lu Xiaoting, no one would dare mock her again!
Wen Sisi impatiently hung up and told the driver to take her to the mall.
Femo, the top-tier custom tailoring boutique.
Wen Qiansu had bought gifts for Lu Xiaoting there several times. She recognized it!
Wen Qiansu, happily carrying the bag with the tie inside, came downstairs with Shu Fei, only to be stopped by the mall staff in the lobby.
“Miss, your purchase amount exceeds XXXXXX, so you’re eligible for a prize draw.”
“Really?”
Wen Qiansu’s eyes sparkled: “Let me try, let me try.”
Her luck was especially good. If she won a big prize, she’d give it to Mr. Huo.
But then—
“Thank you for your patronage.”
Wen Qiansu’s little face froze in disbelief.
What was going on? Had her over-a-decade-long lucky streak run out?
This was the first time since she awakened her “Santa Claus luck” at the rural sanatorium that she hadn’t won a prize!
Wen Qiansu stared incredulously at her little hands. Could it be because she hadn’t bowed to the Bodhisattva-like Mr. Huo before leaving home this morning?
She refused to believe it.
“Can I draw one more time?” The girl’s large, pitiful eyes looked pleadingly at the staff.
The next second, an angry roar was heard: “Wen Qiansu!”
Wen Qiansu jumped in fright.
She turned her head to look.
She saw a woman, fully armed with sunglasses and a mask, practically covering her entire body, striding toward her.
Wen Sisi?
What does she want?
She had called her frantically so many times this morning, but Wen Qiansu hadn’t answered and had directly blocked her.
And now she actually came looking for her?
What’s the matter?
Did her father die, and she needs to go back for the funeral?
Wen Sisi, being a celebrity after all, had attracted quite a bit of attention with her shout. Afraid of being recognized, she lowered her head, adjusted her hat and mask, grabbed Wen Qiansu’s hand, and tried to drag her away.
But the next moment, her wrist was brutally twisted.
Pain!
Excruciating pain, as if her bones were shattering!
Shu Fei’s cold, fierce eyes radiated killing intent. With a forceful motion, she flung Wen Sisi away.
“If there’s a next time, it’ll be your neck that gets twisted.”
She hadn’t been able to take action against those spoiled rich kids earlier, but if she let the young lady be snatched away right in front of her now, how could Shu Fei ever hold her head high again?
Wen Qiansu stared wide-eyed in shock.
Wen Sisi fell to the ground in pain, her wrist trembling, cold sweat beading on her forehead.
Among the passersby, some fans recognized her: “Sisi?”
“Sisi, is that you, Sisi?”
“Who are you? Why did you push our Sisi!”
The angry fans surrounded Shu Fei, demanding an explanation. Shu Fei’s face was cold and fierce, her entire aura exuding a murderous intent that seemed to keep people at a distance. She wrapped her arm around Wen Qiansu, protecting her as they left directly.
The manager came running over, panting.
Sensing something was wrong, she pushed through the crowd and saw Wen Sisi lying on the ground in pain.
“Sisi, what happened? Who hurt you? Call the police, call the police for me!”
Wen Qiansu sat in the car, dazed.
Shu Fei drove the car out of the mall. After a while, she suddenly glanced in the rearview mirror, her eyes flashing with killing intent: “Miss, hold on tight.”
“Wh-what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just some annoying flies.”
Wen Qiansu quickly grabbed the handrail: “Shu, Shu Jiejie, are, are you really just a maid?”
What kind of maid can twist someone’s wrist until it breaks?
What kind of maid can drive a Maybach faster than an airplane?
Shu Jiejie probably isn’t just a maid—she’s more like a secret agent, right?
Shu Fei, who was driving like a race car driver and shaking off two tailing “flies,” blinked her eyes and replied without changing her expression:
“To be honest, Miss, I really love racing. Since I was little, my dream has been to become a Race Car Driver, but I didn’t have the money to buy a car, so I became a maid instead.”
…Ah, that, that’s quite a leap, isn’t it?
Shu Fei: “Because Mr. Huo pays a high salary, I’ve already saved quite a bit of money. I believe that in the near future, I’ll be able to buy my dream racing car.”
“Ah, I see. Congratulations, congratulations.” Wen Qiansu suddenly understood.
In the near future, Shu Fei, who received a racing car as a gift from the now Mrs. Huo and was encouraged to participate in F1 racing: …
Can anyone understand this?
She was just trying her best to be a good little maid, but she ended up winning the championship medal for an F1 gold-level Race Car Driver.
Thank you, Madam, for supporting my dream!
Not long after, Shu Fei shed tears of gratitude.
At this moment.
She was driving the Maybach like a race car, shaking off a group of pursuers and safely delivering Miss Wen back to the Huo residence.