“Bang!”
“Clatter!”
Zhu Yin’s footsteps faltered as she walked forward.
The Butler Zhang beside her remained completely expressionless, as though he had not heard a thing coming from inside. With a hearty smile, he said, “Miss Zhu Yin, this is where the young master and young madam live. After you take over my work, you’ll mainly be responsible for—”
“Han Qingzi, you’d better recognize your place!” The furious voice of a man inside the house interrupted Butler Zhang.
His voice was quite pleasant, but he sounded a little unhinged.
Butler Zhang’s smile stiffened slightly, and his speech suddenly sped up as he gazed at Zhu Yin with a sincere, kindly expression. “Butler Zhu Yin, from this moment on, you are the butler of the Shen Residence. I’ve already sent the specific duties to your email. I still have to report back to the Old Master at the main residence, so I’ll be taking my leave first!”
He spoke hurriedly, and his legs moved even more briskly. His back as he turned and hurried away showed not the slightest sign that he was already a man nearing sixty.
“Host, judging from Butler Zhang’s movements and expression as he flees, he is in an excellent mood.” Invisible to ordinary people, a pink ball of light about the size of an ordinary person’s fist was perched on Zhu Yin’s shoulder.
The ball of light was the partner assigned to Zhu Yin by the Quick Transmigration Bureau to assist her in completing her missions: the system Barbara.
The reason Butler Zhang was so happy was obvious to both human and system.
Before Zhu Yin arrived, Butler Zhang had been the butler of the Shen Residence. Butler Zhang claimed that he was getting old and no longer had the energy for the job, which was how Zhu Yin had come to replace him.
The two people arguing inside the villa were the protagonists of this world.
A few days earlier, when Zhu Yin had arrived at the Tool Person Division of the Quick Transmigration Bureau, Barbara had been rather startled and thought that Zhu Yin had come to the wrong place.
After all, the qualifications of its new partner were simply too outstanding. Compared with the hopelessly unpromising and poverty-stricken Tool Person Division, the popular Unforgettable First Love or Everyone’s Favorite divisions were obviously more suited to her.
It had repeatedly confirmed with Zhu Yin that she truly had not come to the wrong place.
While they were speaking, human and system had already arrived at the entrance to the hall where the argument was taking place.
Zhu Yin lightly straightened her sleeve and prepared to step forward and offer her greetings. The moment she poked her head out, a white, unidentified object shot toward her.
Zhu Yin: ?
With a nimble turn of her foot, she dodged the disaster flying toward her. A crisp crack of porcelain sounded beside her ear. Looking closely, she saw that it was a teacup of excellent quality.
Before the person involved had time to express an opinion, the system had already cried out, “Newbie missions are supposed to be one hundred percent safe! This kind of dangerous situation is unreasonable. Host, I’ve recorded the screen, saved the evidence, and reported it to the Main System. The compensation will be credited together with your mission settlement points.”
“…Dangerous?” Zhu Yin blinked. So the Quick Transmigration Bureau considered even this dangerous?
She couldn’t help laughing, and she did not refuse this unexpected windfall. “All right, thank you, Barbara.”
Barbara was a little bashful, but its tone was very serious. “There’s no need to thank me, Host. After years of development and progress, our Quick Transmigration Bureau’s employee protection system is already highly comprehensive. I was merely acting according to regulations.”
The commotion in the room also fell silent because of the unexpected incident.
Shen Dongjun was startled when a head suddenly appeared at the door. Only after seeing that no one had been hurt did he relax, though his face remained tightly drawn.
He said coldly, “Who are you?”
Zhu Yin instinctively observed the layout and furnishings of the entire room. She quickly understood and shifted her gaze to the two protagonists.
The man in a suit and leather shoes was the male lead, Shen Dongjun. He stood to the right of the sofa, his usually meticulous clothes somewhat disheveled, with one shirt button undone.
He had sharply arched brows and bright, starry eyes, with an excellent bone structure. It was just that his expression was a little foul.
A young woman in a white dress sat on the sofa. She had very large eyes, pale irises, flawless fair skin, and chestnut curls that fell softly down her back.
Zhu Yin gave her nose a slight twitch. She felt that the female lead looked a lot like a fragrant, soft little chocolate cake.
Little cake… Oh, she was the female lead, Han Qingzi. Her face was pale, and in the face of the male lead’s fury, her expression was detached.
Facing the gazes the two of them directed at her, Zhu Yin revealed a brilliant, eight-teeth smile. “Good day, Young Master. Good day, Young Madam. Butler Zhang has returned to the main residence. I’m the new butler, Zhu Yin, and I’ll be taking over Butler Zhang’s duties.”
At this, Han Qingzi’s face grew even paler.
She said nothing. She merely gave Shen Dongjun a cold look before turning her head away and ignoring the two of them, as if she were thinking about something.
Zhu Yin was puzzled. The little cake was angry. Why?
Shen Dongjun’s expression was unpleasant too. Of course, his face had been foul the entire time, so Zhu Yin couldn’t tell what difference there was from before.
“New butler, you?” Shen Dongjun swept her a chilly glance and sneered lightly. “Have you even graduated?”
Oh, she was being looked down on.
Before she had time to voice her opinion, Barbara, crouched on Zhu Yin’s shoulder, had already shouted at the top of its voice, “How dare he look down on us! Host, take out the things we prepared!”
Naturally, a ball of light that small could only shout so loudly, no matter how hard it tried.
Zhu Yin skillfully pulled that—thick stack of documents from her bag. They were all kinds of professional certificates.
She handed them over with an extremely confident expression.
Shen Dongjun accepted them and glanced through them, raising his brows in surprise.
He hadn’t expected that old bastard to be willing to spend so much this time.
But this did not change his opinion of Zhu Yin. His tone remained cold and indifferent. “With such excellent academic credentials and professional skills, you could live well anywhere. Why come wade into these muddy waters?”
Zhu Yin didn’t quite understand what he was referring to.
She was surprised. “Is the environment at the Shen Residence already so terrible that it has to be described as muddy waters?”
At her words, Han Qingzi, who had her head lowered, let out a laugh.
Shen Dongjun still wore that foul expression as he stared coldly at Zhu Yin. “There’s no need to play dumb. With qualifications like yours, we both know perfectly well what you’re after by coming to the Shen Residence.”
He tossed the documents in his hand onto the table. “Go back and tell Shen Xin not to play these tricks anymore. I’m not falling for it.”
Shen Xin!
Upon hearing the name, Zhu Yin understood.
As a mission-taker, the information she received was all related to the protagonists.
Shen Xin was the male lead’s biological father—a scumbag, and a scumbag dad on the side.
Shen Dongjun’s mother had died when he was five, and Shen Dongjun had been raised by his grandfather, Old Master Shen, from childhood.
Shen Xin was addicted to wine, women, and pleasure, and paid no attention to Shen Dongjun. He was Old Master Shen’s only son, and naturally assumed that after the old man died, the entire Shen family would belong to him.
That was, until Shen Dongjun came of age. The Old Master taught him all kinds of methods for doing business, then passed on to his grandson the connections he had cultivated over many years. It was obvious that he intended to bypass his useless son and hand the family business directly to his grandson.
The scumbag father finally began to panic.
He had not been a qualified husband. His relationship with his former wife had been poor, and he bore at least some responsibility for Shen Dongjun’s mother’s death.
Nor had he been a qualified father. He had never shown the slightest concern for his son, Shen Dongjun.
Father-son affection? Naturally, there was none.
Shen Xin had no doubt that when he grew old and ended up lying in a hospital bed, Shen Dongjun would not only refuse to perform his filial duty—he would probably wish to pull the plug himself.
Of course, Zhu Yin was not concerned with the relationship between father and son.
She knew about Shen Xin because this scumbag father also played the role of a shit-stirrer and cannon-fodder antagonist in the relationship between the male and female leads—as well as in her current mission.
After being abandoned by the Old Master, Shen Xin initially tried to repair his relationship with Shen Dongjun.
If he succeeded, he would be able to spend the first half of his life leeching off his own father and the second half leeching off his son.
Naturally, he failed.
When that path proved impassable, he turned to more underhanded schemes.