episode 2

The knife flew out in a semi-circular shape in the cramped space, and the driver's heart almost stopped on the spot.

The driver, already covered in cold sweat and looking as if he had been pulled from a lake, collapsed against the car door, completely exhausted, when the knife landed squarely on the awkwardly positioned foot brake.

Looking again, the two of them had started fighting!

The instant the dagger fell, He Xun quickly reached for the button under the passenger seat to adjust the seat back. Then, with a click, the passenger seat snapped back into a vertical position!

Before the scarred man could react, He Xun's lean waist twisted and he delivered a powerful hook punch to the side of the scarred man's head! His fair arm, with its bulging veins, drew a beautiful and sharp horizontal arc in the air.

The scarred man immediately saw stars, and his face swelled up rapidly at an incredible speed.

He Xun licked his dry lips, reminding the driver, "Take the car keys out! Call the police!"

"Okay, okay, okay, okay."

The driver then snapped out of his daze and shakily reached for the car keys, but the next second the scarred man, who had jumped into the driver's seat like lightning, kicked him out of the car.

"ah!"

With a scream from the driver, the scarred man swiftly turned the car key, pulled the handbrake, and started the car with a roar. The taxi sped forward more than ten meters! Turning around, he delivered a short, swift straight punch to He Xun's chest!

The space was cramped, and He Xunsheng groaned as he took the blow. His thin back was forced to slam against the car door glass, and the scarred man took the opportunity to grab his neck and press him hard against the glass.

"Damn! I didn't realize this kid had studied Sanda (Chinese kickboxing)?"

The scarred man wiped the blood from his cheek, his eyes filled with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that the slender young man in front of him was so skilled in combat.

Even when he was at a disadvantage, He Xun remained unchanged.

He twitched his lips, panting, and said mockingly, word by word, "Whether you've studied it or not seems to be none of your business as an escaped convict who raped a woman."

Fuck your mother!

The scarred man was immediately enraged. He was about to raise his hand to teach this overconfident weakling a lesson, but he stopped involuntarily when he met He Xun's unusually dark and moist pupils.

It was too dark to see clearly back then, but now that I'm looking at this person up close, I realize they have fair and delicate skin.

Delicate eyebrows and eyes, thin lips, fair skin, and shoulder blades like works of art. She was breathing slightly, her eyelashes fluttering with each breath, and her grape-like eyes were looking up at him defiantly, creating an indescribable erotic scene.

The scarred man felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen from being stared at.

He unconsciously lowered his guard, and the hand gripping He Xun's neck loosened slightly. He leaned close to He Xun's ear, his hot breath spraying out, and said maliciously, "You recognize who I am? Then do you know that I started out as a stuntman in the film crew?"

"have no idea."

Fighting promotes blood circulation, and He Xun's usually indifferent eyes are now flashing with bloodthirsty excitement.

All I know is—

His hands moved silently, inch by inch, up the scarred man's waist, his tone filled with contempt: "Villains die from talking too much!"

The scarred man's expression suddenly changed.

But it was too late.

In an instant, He Xun swiftly bent his knees and lifted them up, thrusting hard into his abdomen!

The scarred man cried out in pain and instinctively released his grip.

He Xun pressed his advantage, delivering an uppercut to the scarred man's jaw!

With a loud crash—

The other person's cerebellum was concussed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before completely losing consciousness.

The world is finally quiet.

A moment later, He Xun stepped on the brakes, and the taxi, which had been driving like a headless fly, finally came to a stop.

Fortunately, because of the rain today, there weren't many vehicles on the streets at this time; otherwise, it would have caused a major disaster.

He Xun pulled out the key, pulled the handbrake, and locked the car in one smooth motion.

The sound of police sirens grew closer and closer...

I've meddled in other people's business again.

He closed his eyes, avoided the camera's view, and quickly left the scene with a sullen face.

*

Since he couldn't take either of the two taxis he had just taken, He Xun had to change streets and hail another taxi to go back.

After returning to the villa, he first put the umbrella back in the storage room, and then turned around and went back to his room.

Like the typical domineering CEO characters in countless novels, Mo Shilin's parents both live in another villa, which is now Mo Shilin's personal property.

The meticulous and conservative Mu Xianglu had been working for the Mo family since she was eighteen. After Mo Shilin came of age, she followed her mother's arrangement and came to take care of him.

This is actually why all the servants in this villa are men—to prevent Mo Shilin from going astray.

He Xun felt like laughing.

Yes, Mo Shilin will not mess around with girls anymore.

He went straight for men.

I wonder how much this conservative family will collapse when the main character appears later.

......

The villa has three floors and is as spacious as one might expect. It features a simple European style with a unified and elegant color scheme that is pleasing to the eye.

On the left side of the first floor, there is a dark corridor with a row of servants' rooms.

He Xun found his room and pushed open the door to go inside.

His room was on the sunny side, narrow and small, containing a small bed and a wardrobe.

The gray gauze curtains were barely lifted by the night breeze, swaying in the cold silence. Outside the window was the back garden, where the blood-red wall roses were blooming beautifully and charmingly under the damp moonlight.

Although the place was small, He Xun was very satisfied.

When he was an entertainment reporter, working day and night to interview celebrities, where didn't he sleep? At least this is a private room, and it's clean and tidy.

After leaving the room, at the end of the corridor, is the public restroom for the servants.

He Xun pushed open the door with his toiletries in hand, and what greeted his eyes was a cold, white expanse.

Yes, it was spotless and pale, the smooth floor reflecting his face almost entirely.

When He Xun first transmigrated here, he couldn't help but think to himself, "This is like a hospital bathroom. You could probably just lie down on the floor and sleep without any problem."

Of course, whether the hospital is cleaner or this restroom is cleaner is a philosophical question and open to discussion.

At this time, everyone went back to their rooms to rest, and no one was using the bathroom, so He Xun was happy to have some peace and quiet.

Looking up, I saw a full-length glass mirror hanging on the wall directly opposite me.

The sink was spotless, and a champagne-colored aromatherapy diffuser lay neatly to the side, emitting a faint jasmine scent.

The young man in the mirror had no expression, even appearing indifferent. He Xun stared at himself for a few seconds before lowering his head to turn on the tap and wash the toothpaste foam from the corner of his mouth.

Actually, he was quite surprised that his physical characteristics came along with the accident, but... the backpack he was desperately clutching during the accident didn't...

Ding-dong—

My phone vibrated in my pocket with a crisp message notification sound.

He Xun snapped out of his daze, put down his toothbrush, took out his phone, and unlocked it. The screen lit up instantly, and a news article titled "YunTu's 18th-tier male anchor exposes his boss's public sexual harassment at a dinner table, claiming to have a recording" popped up at the top of his browser.

He frowned, instinctively reaching to open the app, but just as he was about to touch the icon, his finger suddenly hovered in mid-air.

After a moment of silence, his fingers stiffly bent as he cleared the news clips.

He tossed his phone back into his pocket, but He Xun seemed unable to bear it any longer. He clenched his fists and pressed them heavily against the hard edge of the sink until his knuckles became red, swollen, and painful from the force of the pressure. Only then did he release his grip and let his hands fall to the ground in a daze.

He stood there for a while longer before calming down.

Before leaving the restroom, he looked at his reflection in the mirror and gave a self-deprecating smile, "We're not even in the same world anymore, so it's no use keeping the things."

"That place is completely rotten."

*

The next day, at six o'clock in the morning.

He Xun got out of bed on time and went up to the third floor to clean.

It's not that he likes to get up early; it's just that his biological clock is acting up. No matter how much he wants to sleep, his body will wake him up at six o'clock without fail.

What kind of sacred body is this?

He Xun, with a blank expression, started working on the third-floor living room.

The layout of the villa is easy to remember: the first floor has servants' quarters, a living room, and a dining room; the second floor is Mo Shilin's study where he works and other recreational areas; and the third floor is Mo Shilin's bedroom, which is also the most private place in the entire villa.

He Xun didn't come here deliberately to curry favor early in the morning; rather, on the second day after he transmigrated, his superior, Mu Xianglu, assigned him to be in charge of all matters on the third floor.

Tsk.

It's because his abilities are too outstanding.

He mentally went through the process of boasting without any expression.

A short while later, Mo Shilin, who had just finished exercising, came out of the gym and came face to face with He Xun, who was kneeling on the floor wiping it. He was very well-mannered and waited for He Xun to finish wiping the floor before taking the initiative to greet He Xun: "Good morning."

"morning--"

He Xun was taken aback upon hearing this, then quickly grabbed a towel and stood up abruptly from the ground: "Young Master Mo."

His hands hung obediently at his sides, and beneath the black cuffs of his servant's uniform were a pair of pale wrists with blue veins showing. The plain ring on his left index finger accentuated his aloofness. Only his knees bore two pink marks from his earlier kneeling.

He Xun quickly straightened his clothes.

Mo Shilin's gaze brushed against the white apron around his waist, then gently moved to his face, and he smiled: "Quite clean. Did you do this kind of work before?"

He Xun: ......

There's something odd about what I'm saying.

However, this person was right—before becoming an entertainment reporter, he did work as a celebrity assistant for a period of time, and the job was... not much different from being a maid.

Of course, he couldn't say this to Mo Shilin.

"No, Mr. Mo, this is my first job."

Based on his memory, He Xun calmly gave an answer.

Mo Shilin listened and nodded seriously. He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and black sweatpants, with a towel draped over his left shoulder, his hands in his pockets, and a relaxed posture. He looked very easy to talk to: "Then the training was done well."

He Xun had no idea what he was up to, so he just smiled politely, with a hint of commercial flattery: "The floor was already very clean."

"You're being modest."

"No."

After a few seconds of silence, Mo Shilin's narrow eyes curved slightly, clearly finding their conversation utterly pointless, and finally left with a single sentence—

"Come to my bedroom later and do it."

He Xun: "...Okay."

This sentence is even stranger than the previous one.

After Mo Shilin turned and went into the bedroom, He Xun quickly wiped the living room floor clean, rinsed a towel in the bathroom, and then took his tools to Mo Shilin's bedroom.

Perhaps to make it easier for He Xun to come in and clean, Mo Shilin thoughtfully left a crack in the door.

He Xun knocked a few times symbolically and then pushed the door open to enter.

The bedroom is less than half the size of the living room, decorated in a minimalist gray tone. A matching rug extends from under the bedpost to the corner of the wall, and the somber smoky gray curtains are not yet drawn, creating a sense of tranquility.

The most eye-catching thing in the entire bedroom is a transparent cabinet, which is filled with trophies and certificates of honor that Mo Shilin won in various international computer competitions.

The certificates and trophies were carefully arranged in chronological order, clearly indicating that these were very important to Mo Shilin.

He Xun couldn't help but step forward to examine these gleaming honors closely. As he looked at them, he noticed that the oldest trophy was actually a bit blackened, as if it had been roasted by fire.

What's going on...?

Before He Xun could think about it, a splashing sound came from the bathroom.

Mo Shilin was taking a bath.

He Xun snapped out of his reverie, put down the basin of water, and then stepped forward to pull open the curtains with a deft motion.

At this time, it was still dark, and the sky was gradually changing, beginning to show a faint pale white.

Turning around, the faint scent of sandalwood mixed with incense drifted into He Xun's nostrils and throat, bringing him a sense of peace.

Looking at the small sofa and round table by the window, he quickly rolled up his sleeves, revealing half of his bony arm, and began to tidy up.

Several notebooks and books were placed on the table, which was organized despite the apparent chaos.

Most of Mo Shilin's books were computer-related and were laid out openly, covered with dense and complex English notes. Only one book, whose cover appeared to be red, was covered by a notebook and a pen. He Xun could only see a corner of the cover with a single character "乌" (wu) on the left side.

Although he felt a bit gossipy and curious about what books the characters in the novel would read, He Xun ultimately restrained himself from flipping through them randomly, neatly stacking them and putting them back in their original places.

When I grabbed a towel to wipe the bedside table, I indeed saw a bottle of L'Artisan Parfumeur.

He had just guessed that since he hadn't seen any incense burning in the room, the temple-like smell must be the scent of perfume.

He just didn't expect that Mo Shilin, a rather unserious person—at least on the surface he didn't seem serious—would use such a cold and abstinent perfume. He always felt that Mo Shilin should wear a particularly flamboyant and ostentatious perfume.

After wiping down the already spotless bedside table, He Xun went to the wardrobe and began tidying up Mo Shilin's clothes—although the wardrobe was so clean that there was practically nothing to tidy up, it still had to look presentable.

He meticulously examined the clothes, then picked up a towel to wipe the drawers in the middle of the wardrobe that were suspended in midway.

Believing that details determine success or failure, He Xun decisively opened the drawer, intending to clean the inside as well.

As he wiped, he began to drift off into thought.

His professional instincts kicked in, and he keenly sensed that compared to the standard, exam-style mansion, this place seemed to be where Mo Shilin could truly let loose, with a touch more human warmth, even if it was a cold, indifferent warmth.

For some reason, he remembered the male celebrity he used to work with as an assistant; the man happened to be the spokesperson for the Road to the Underworld in that world.

He still remembered the perfume's advertising slogan.

I had no contact with you while you were alive.

Each takes their own path, whether it's the main road or the narrow bridge.

The lonely and long road to the underworld after death,

I don't want you to be with me either.

......

Although a long time has passed, He Xun still vaguely remembers the male star's overly flamboyant face.

Compared to that other person, he now felt that, judging solely by appearance, Mo Shilin seemed to be more suited to the scent's character, though this sentiment was exactly the opposite of Mo Shilin's feelings after meeting the original protagonist...

Distracted, He Xun absentmindedly picked up a towel from the drawer and folded it.

As soon as Mo Shilin came out, the first thing he saw was He Xun's quiet back, the apron straps wrapped smoothly around his waist, making him look even more slender.

He stepped forward and asked, "What are you doing?"

He Xun's hand trembled, and he quickly turned around. However, he did not expect Mo Shilin to be so close to him. In the process, his hair even brushed against the other's lips.

He took a few steps back to create some distance, and upon closer inspection, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly that bathrobes only look good on people with good figures.

The man in front of me had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with clearly defined eight-pack abs. At this moment, the moisture on his chest was condensing into beads and sliding straight down his V-line.

Tsk.

This scene.

Quite sexy.

He Xun looked away and cleared his throat inexplicably: "I'm organizing the wardrobe, Young Master Mo."

But Mo Shilin didn't say anything.

A few seconds later, He Xun turned his head with some suspicion and suddenly found that Mo Shilin's expression was even stranger than his.

He blinked, hesitated slightly, and followed the other person's gaze, his eyes landing on the towel in his hand—

This isn't a towel at all!

This is clearly a pair of underwear!