“Did I just open my mouth but no sound came out?” Fei Yangyao turned his head to confirm.
“What did you say, Young Master Fei?” The maid looked completely lost, clearly unaware of anything. But seeing his darkened face, she couldn’t help herself and let out a soft laugh, “Pfft!”
Fei Yangyao’s face grew even darker, “Don’t laugh like that! Then what did she mean?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? Then why did you stir things up just now?” Fei Yangyao began digging up old grievances.
In the original novel, Fei Yangyao’s character was someone who respected contracts, but Gu Xiyue’s will was supreme. So technically, he could have used that moment as a legitimate reason to fire her and shake off the burden, but before he could agree, he was interrupted by her interjection.
But now, it seemed he had found another good reason?
Just as there’s a way for wives, there’s also a code for maids.
How could a maid go against the employer’s interests?
Obviously, what Jiang Anran had just said—”I don’t like Xiyue”—was interfering with his interests, which gave him every right to dismiss her.
Finally able to get rid of this troublemaker, Fei Yangyao secretly felt pleased.
“Jiang Anran, I hereby officially inform you that starting tomorrow, you don’t need to come anymore. I’ll have Uncle Fu pay your salary for the full month.” Fei Yangyao concealed his delight and declared sternly with a serious expression.
“Why?” Jiang Anran grew anxious, not knowing what had gone wrong to make the Young Master want to fire her.
“You broke the maid’s code. How could you say something like ‘I don’t like Xiyue’?”
“Just because of that?”
“Yes, that alone! Isn’t that enough? Xiyue, in my heart, is greater than the sun and moon. Do you think I wouldn’t admire her? As a mere maid, you dared to go against my wishes—who else should I fire if not you?”
So, it really was like this. It seemed that in Young Master Fei’s heart, Gu Xiyue was indeed the most important.
No, rather, the character of “Gu Xiyue’s loyal simp” was what mattered most to him.
Jiang Anran understood completely.
Confirming this gave her a sense of relief.
Now that the situation wasn’t dangerous, her curiosity rose. She decided to test whether Young Master Fei had any other character settings. After all, this would help him play his role better.
“I really don’t care about such a small amount of money. Just treat it as a reward. Even the dogs in my house eat well.”
Jiang Anran mentally jotted it down: Young Master Fei treats his subordinates well and provides good benefits?
“Young Master Fei, what about these clothes…”
“All gifted to you. Throw away those shabby clothes of yours. After all, you’ve been a part of the Fei family—even if it was just for a day—once a dog of the Fei family, no one else will treat you as someone else’s.”
Alright then. How could Jiang Anran’s pride as a female lead tolerate being insulted as a dog? This sealed it. Fei Yangyao silently gave himself a perfect score.
As for treating subordinates well? That wasn’t just Fei Yangyao improvising—it was one of his key character settings!
Later, when his company went bankrupt, it would be closely tied to this character.
If he were normally harsh to his employees, it would be too abrupt for a new employee to suddenly gain access to all the company’s secrets. But precisely because he was too kind and trusting, he ended up confiding in a corporate spy planted by Ye Chen. That’s how that contract, which ruined the company, got signed!
Jiang Anran ignored the dog comment and confirmed her earlier guess. She made another note in her mind: Young Master Fei treats his subordinates well and cares about their daily needs.
“Young Master Fei, your devotion to Miss Gu is truly admirable!”
Second point!
Jiang Anran turned to a new page in her mental notebook.
Didn’t she just get insulted? Why wasn’t she reacting?
Fei Yangyao, to confirm whether he was hallucinating, emphasized again, “Of course. I don’t know if you, a dog of the Fei family, realize this, but as long as she’s happy, I’ll do anything. Even if I have to pluck stars from the night sky, I’ll do my best… because she’s my moon…” (One thousand words omitted here.)
As Young Master Fei rambled on about his “simp dog monologue,” Jiang Anran watched him go on and on. He’s a simp dog, and he called me a dog too… doesn’t that mean…? The little maid found it amusing, and a subtle smile lifted her lips as she silently wrote down: Gu Xiyue’s loyal simp. PS: Currently the top-priority setting.
“Young Master Fei is amazing. I’ll proudly tell others from now on how devoted you are to Miss Gu…”
Third point!
Jiang Anran turned to yet another page. Now it was time to confirm the “hedonistic rich heir” persona—that was what had first piqued her interest in him.
“Of course.” Fei Yangyao was speechless now. Why wasn’t she reacting at all? Had the female lead’s personality changed? In the original novel, being insulted like this would’ve been enough material for ten chapters. But here? Nothing?
“That goes without saying.”
“No, it must be said! Young Master Fei, your reputation outside is terrible. People misunderstand you.”
“Misunderstand?”
Almost instinctively, Fei Yangyao slowly approached the little maid. His gaze darkened and turned cold, as if he could see through all her thoughts. Suddenly, his right hand slammed against the wall beside her, trapping her between his body and the cold surface, forming a sealed space.
“No! They’re absolutely right! What made you think I wasn’t a hedonistic rich heir, huh?”
The move happened so fast that the little maid was caught off guard. Her heart began racing, and the air suddenly felt thick with tension… and something else subtle.
“Y-Young Master Fei… this isn’t appropriate…”
As Young Master Fei loomed over her with the overbearing aura of a domineering CEO, pinning her gently against the wall, her heartbeat spiked. Her cheeks flushed pink, her gaze flickered, her fingertips trembled slightly, and her hands hovered at her sides in a weak pushing motion—like she was resisting, yet didn’t dare touch his arm.
Her lips parted slightly, wanting to speak, but under the gaze of his deep eyes, all her words dissolved into silent whispers.
She simply closed her eyes, surrendering herself to fate.
“Don’t…”
She said no with her lips, but in her heart, one thought echoed: If it’s Young Master Fei… maybe it’s not so bad.
On the other hand, Fei Yangyao had started out managing to keep a stern expression, but as he looked at the youthful face before him—especially that completely unresisting posture—he began to feel something wasn’t right.
Had he entered the wrong scene?
Wasn’t she supposed to resist fiercely?
At the very least, shouldn’t she yell something stronger?
What was that “don’t” supposed to mean?
What was with this shy and blushing look?
What on earth was going on with the female lead?!