Chapter 5 I'm here to be a young lady, not a servant.
As soon as Shen Yuepo stepped into the room, a fragrant aroma wafted towards him, completely different from the coldness of the mountains and fields.
The entryway was so spacious it was almost empty, and the luxurious crystal chandelier illuminated everything in perfect detail.
Two figures were standing a few steps away, clearly having been waiting for some time.
One of them was precisely the focus of the discussion just now—
Shen Yurou.
She wore a soft, off-white cashmere dress, her long hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders, and her eyes held a pitiful, timid look.
At this moment, she bit her lower lip slightly, her large, watery eyes looking at Chen Yuepo as she walked in, and timidly called out:
"Sister...Sister..."
The young man standing beside Shen Yurou was more robust than Shen Wangchuan, with regular features and an unruly sharpness between his brows.
It was Shen Yichuan, the second son of the Shen family.
He casually tucked one hand into his suit trouser pocket, while his other hand rested lightly on Shen Yurou's shoulder, conveying an unspoken protective gesture.
His gaze was fixed on Shen Yuepo the moment she stepped into the entrance hall.
Especially when Shen Yurou timidly called out "sister," Shen Yuepo didn't even lift his eyelids.
As he walked straight in without pausing, Shen Yichuan's displeasure instantly turned into a slight anger.
"stop!"
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a commanding tone.
Shen Yuepo finally paused, turned to the side, and her calm, unwavering gaze fell on Shen Yichuan's face.
Shen Yichuan felt a lump in his throat from her gaze, his brows furrowing tightly, his tone clearly showing displeasure:
"Yu Rou is greeting you, didn't you hear her?"
He slightly raised his chin, pointing to Shen Yurou beside him, whose eyes seemed to be a little red:
"Is this the kind of manners you learned in the mountains? You don't even have the most basic politeness?"
Shen Yurou tugged at Shen Yichuan's sleeve, her voice soft and sweet:
"Second brother, please don't be like this. Sister just got back, she might... she might not be used to it yet..."
Shen Yuepo's gaze finally shifted from Shen Yichuan's face to Shen Yurou's pitiful face.
She looked at it very carefully, as if she were examining an object.
Just as Shen Yurou felt uneasy under her gaze, Shen Yuepo spoke up.
The voice remained devoid of any emotional fluctuation, lacking even the anger or explanation that Shen Yichuan had anticipated.
"I heard you."
She paused slightly, her gaze meeting Shen Yichuan's angry eyes again, and clearly uttered the second half of the sentence:
"But what does it have to do with me?"
She didn't give Shen Yichuan time to react and continued:
"And... your parents asked me to come back as a pampered young lady, not—"
"To act like a grandson."
After saying that, she stopped looking at Shen Yichuan, whose face had turned extremely ugly in an instant, and Shen Yurou, whose eyes were red.
She calmly turned around, her gaze falling on the butler who stood by with his hands at his sides, barely daring to breathe:
Where is my room?
The butler was startled by her gaze and quickly bowed respectfully, saying:
"This way, Miss. Madam has already instructed that the best room be prepared for you."
The butler led Shen Yuepo through a thick carpet and finally stopped in front of a door.
"Young Miss, this is your room." The butler respectfully opened the door and stepped aside.
A scent mixed with expensive fragrance wafted towards me.
The room was enormous and luxuriously furnished, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of a meticulously maintained garden at night.
The room is fully equipped with velvet curtains, crystal table lamps, a separate bathroom, and even a small study.
This is undoubtedly one of the best guest rooms in the villa.
Shen Yuepo's gaze swept across the room only once before landing on the butler's face.
To be precise, it landed right in the center of his forehead.
A faint wisp of black energy was hovering there, showing a faint tendency to spread and entangle the Palace of Destiny.
The butler felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and bowed slightly.
"Young Miss, are you satisfied? Please feel free to let me know if you need anything."
Shen Yuepo: "Do you have cash?"
housekeeper:"……"
He was clearly taken aback by this completely unconventional request, and his mind went blank for a moment.
Fortunately, his professional instincts brought him back to his senses quickly. Before he could even think about what this young lady wanted cash for, his hand instinctively reached for the inside pocket of his neatly pressed suit jacket.
Fortunately, he maintained the old-fashioned habit of always carrying some cash for emergencies.
He took out a neatly folded red 100-yuan bill and tentatively handed it over:
"Yes, yes, Miss, look, one hundred yuan... is that enough?"
Shen Yuepo reached out and pulled out a yellow amulet folded into a triangle shape.
She handed over the talisman, her voice flat and even:
Keep it close to your body for at least seven days. It will ensure your safety.
Immediately afterwards, he reached out with his other hand and took the hundred-yuan bill that the butler was still holding between his fingers.
The movements were fluid and efficient, the money was exchanged for cash, and there was no deception of the young or old.
The butler was clearly taken aback, a look of surprise flashing across his face.
He thought to himself: This young lady from the mountains is indeed a bit eccentric.
A few seconds later, he managed to find his voice: "Oh, okay, okay, thank you for your concern, Miss."
Without giving it much of a second glance, he casually stuffed the amulet into the back of his trouser pocket.
Shen Yuepo took in his reaction, her eyes calm and unwavering.
That's all I have to say; you must bear the consequences yourself.
"Don't bother me unless it's important." She said those four words, walked straight into the room, and closed the door behind her.
The atmosphere in the downstairs living room was oppressive.
The light from the enormous crystal chandelier illuminated the various expressions on the faces of the people sitting on the sofa.
Shen Wangchuan sat on the single sofa with a gloomy face, exuding a low pressure that kept strangers at bay.
Shen Yichuan and Shen Yurou sat on the sofa. Shen Yurou had her head down and her shoulders swayed slightly.
Shen Yichuan frowned, and gently patted her shoulder with one hand.
Chairman Shen sat in the main seat, his face still ashen, and several cigarette butts had already been stubbed out in the ashtray in front of him.
Madam Shen sat beside him, her eyes red-rimmed, her makeup ruined by tears, her usual elegant demeanor completely gone.
"Tell us all!"
Chairman Shen finally spoke, his voice low and filled with suppressed anger, his gaze sweeping over his three children.
"What on earth is going on? Your sister... just stepped into the house, and this is how you welcome her?!"
His gaze first fell on Shen Wangchuan:
"Boss! What are you doing blocking the door? That's your sister who you found after being separated for eighteen years, not your enemy."
Shen Wangchuan pressed his thin lips together and said coldly:
"Dad! You didn't see how cold she was..."
Madam Shen suddenly interrupted him, her voice trembling with tears and unusual sternness:
"What about her? So what if she's cold to us?! That's what we owe her."
For eighteen long years, how much hardship and suffering did she endure? Have you ever thought about that, Wangchuan?!
Where were you when she was locked in the pigsty? The fact that she's alive and walking before us is already a miracle!
Madam Shen's questioning was like a whip, striking Shen Wangchuan, and also striking the hearts of Shen Yichuan and Shen Yurou.
Shen Wangchuan opened his mouth, but seeing his mother's heartbroken expression, he ultimately couldn't refute anything further.
He just slumped against the back of the sofa, his face looking even worse.
He and Shen Yuepo were only three years apart in age.
But he couldn't even remember what his younger sister, who was abducted when she was three years old, looked like.
That name, over the long eighteen years, has long since faded into a faded, blurry photograph in the family album.
Over the years, he only regarded Yu Rou as his abducted younger sister.
From the moment she was brought into the Shen family's gate at the age of three and timidly called him "brother";
It started when he took her hand and led her to kindergarten, watching her cry at the school gate;
From the first time he stood up for her and taught the little boy who bullied her a lesson;
She nestled into his arms, clinging to him, and poured out her heart.
From the time she awkwardly prepared gifts for her parents' birthdays... a full eighteen years.
To him, Shen Yuepo was just a strange intruder, an outsider who had disrupted the existing balance of the Shen family.
He couldn't refute his mother's question, but he...
They also cannot immediately overturn their eighteen years of emotional understanding and accept that unfamiliar younger sister.
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