Chapter 183 The Protective Demon and the Hands-off Manager
It was a sunny morning at the Governor's Mansion in Yanmao Port.
The atmosphere in the restaurant was harmonious. The retired emperor Nangong Yu was leisurely enjoying his breakfast, the empress dowager Dongfang Qiwu was elegantly drinking bird's nest porridge, the eldest princess Nangong Yue was eating snacks in small bites, and Shen Xiaoyun looked like he was working hard without complaint.
He quickly finished the food in front of him, glancing out the door from time to time, as if calculating the time to go to work.
Dongfang Yuning sat next to Nangong Ye, sipping nourishing rice porridge made with spiritual spring water. Her complexion was rosy, and there was a hint of lazy satisfaction between her eyebrows.
She put down the bowl, wiped the corner of her mouth, and was about to get up as usual to go to the study to deal with the piled up Chamber of Commerce affairs.
However, as soon as her buttocks left the chair an inch——
Next to him, the man with a strong presence, an aura of three meters and eight, who had hardly moved since he sat down, moved.
Nangong Ye slowly put down the silver chopsticks in his hand. His movements were elegant, but filled with unquestionable strength.
His tall body turned slightly to the side, and his eyes, as deep as a cold pond, accurately locked onto his young wife who was about to get up. His gaze was calm, but it made Dongfang Yuning feel a chill on the back of his neck instantly, as if he was being stared at by some large beast!
She froze, feeling inexplicably uneasy.
This look... isn't right?
Didn’t we coax you last night?
Is it a later reckoning?
Before Dongfang Yuning could speak, Nangong Ye's deep and pleasant voice, yet with a kind of imperial decree-like majesty, had already clearly resounded in the restaurant, directed directly at Shen Xiaoyun, who was trying hard to reduce his presence across from him:
"Xiaoyun."
Shen Xiaoyun immediately put down his chopsticks and sat upright:
"Uncle Emperor, please give me your orders!"
Nangong Ye's gaze passed over Dongfang Yuning and landed on Shen Xiaoyun. His tone was as calm as if he was discussing the weather, but the content was earth-shattering:
"From today onwards, all matters of the Fengming Jiuxiao Chamber of Commerce, all daily affairs of Yanmao Port, including the final decision on the Fuxing Theater,
He paused and added,
"Oh, and all the messy properties under my name will be handed over to you for overall management. Unless it involves life and death, or matters that threaten the foundation of the country, there is no need to consult me or the princess again."
Chen Xiaoyun: “…???”
The respect on his face froze in an instant, his eyes widened like copper bells, his mouth slightly opened, and he was struck on the top of his head by a silent thunder!
What...what the hell?!
all? !
Hand it over to him?!
Coordinated disposal? !
Is he still asleep?!
Nangong Ye seemed not to notice the almost broken expression on his niece-in-law's face, and continued to drop the last bombshell in his calm and steady voice:
"From now on, I will be your aunt's personal butler. I will take care of her daily life, her safety, her emotional support, and even... well,"
His eyes swept over Dongfang Yuning's still flat belly very naturally, with a natural possessiveness.
"I will be fully responsible for prenatal education and accompanying you. Please do not disturb me with other matters."
"Your aunt is now only responsible for playing with cats and dogs, eating melons, and watching the fun!"
Boom——!!!
There was dead silence in the restaurant.
Even the retired emperor Nangong Yu stopped chewing, with a complicated expression on his face that said, "I knew it would be like this."
Dongfang Qiwu and Nangong Yue covered their lips and laughed quietly, looking like they were enjoying the show.
In Shen Xiaoyun's heart, a tsunami-level collapse and roar was unfolding at this moment!
[Ah ...
[Everything?! Everything?! Am I a cow or a horse? Or a mule?! Even the donkeys in the production team don't get ordered around like this, right?!]
[Where's the show we promised to watch?! What a bullshit show! So the price is that I have to take on the entire Yanmao business empire plus the prince's private property?! Oh my god! My leisurely life of watching shows! My time for gossip! All gone!!!]
[Personal butler?! Prenatal care?! Uncle Emperor, are you planning to hang on to my aunt like a human pendant 24/7?!]
[It’s over! My hairline! My leisure time! My... Yue’er!]
The villain in Chen Xiaoyun's heart had already fainted in the toilet from crying, but he still had to try hard to maintain an expression of gratitude and flattery on his face, the degree of distortion was comparable to constipation.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the fishy-sweet feeling in his throat (from anger), and forced out a smile uglier than crying, his voice trembling with a barely perceptible tremor:
"Yes... yes! Xiaoyun... will definitely live up to the trust placed in the Emperor's uncle! I will... devote all my energy to this end, even until my death!"
The last few words were spoken with gritted teeth.
[Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chief Steward Shen! Congratulations on your promotion and raise! Congratulations on getting the Yanmao Empire CEO and Mule Experience Card!
You're the ultimate scapegoat of the year! I've already taken screenshots of the prince's "blame-shifting imperial edict" and am planning to make it into an emoticon package to circulate throughout the system for eternity! Host, your man's actions are truly impressive!
The electronic sound of 118 made Dongfang Yuning laugh like a goose in his mind.
Dongfang Yuning was also stunned by her husband's righteous and smooth way of shifting the blame.
She looked at Chen Xiaoyun's tragic expression, which was as cold as the wind and the water, and then looked at the personal butler beside her who looked as if it was a matter of course and had hidden his achievements and fame. The corners of her mouth could not help but rise wildly.
"Ahem... that's Xiaoyun,"
Dongfang Yuning tried hard to hold back his laughter, trying to comfort (?) his poor nephew-in-law.
"Thank you for your hard work. Don't worry, there's enough management funding! If you need any support, just let me know!"
Well, moral support is also support!
Chen Xiaoyun: “…”
[Aunt! It's better not to say such comfort! I want to cry even more!]
His heart was filled with tears, but he had to keep smiling:
"Thank you, auntie, for your consideration! Xiaoyun...I'll go to work right away!"
He rushed out of the restaurant almost at the same time, with a sad and desolate spirit of "the hero will never return once he leaves".
His back was desolate, carrying the weight of the entire Yanmao.
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