Chapter 175 Harmony That Isn't Really Harmonious
Mr. Zhen's appearance was like a pebble thrown into a calm pond.
The ripples subsided, and the water remained calm.
Aside from these few people who are very united and all dislike Mr. Zhen.
"What exactly are you trying to do by staying at my house?" Luo Huayi found Mr. Zhen increasingly repulsive. "In such a big city, don't you have anywhere else to go?"
Cheng Zheng looked up, frowning as he gazed at Mr. Zhen, who had adapted at lightning speed; his neck was a little sore.
The other person was hanging upside down in the shadow of the ceiling chandelier, using a feather duster to clean the huge crystal chandelier.
This person can move freely in the shadows, so there is no corner he cannot clean; he is practically a born cleaner.
“Ah,” Mr. Zhen continued, “everywhere else is lifeless, only this place has some interest.”
"Don't worry, I'll stay here and do my best to prove my worth... Why can't this place be cleaned properly?!"
The man casually tossed the feather duster into the shadows and replaced it with a soft cloth and cleaning agent to wipe it.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch—"
Luo Huayi and Cheng Zheng's ears were hurt by the sharp, grating sound.
Xin Que checked in the kitchen to see if Mr. Zhen had poisoned the food.
Luo Huayi opened the door and came in, squatting down beside her and lowering her voice, "Why keep him? Can you trust him?"
Xin Que put down the cereal box in her hand.
"Do you think I have the ability to get rid of him?" she complained. "I can't kill him, and I can't drive him away. Besides, he knows our position."
"It's more accurate to say he's just staying here... We'll have to improvise."
Luo Huayi's relaxed state of mind tightened up again.
"Sigh," he sighed, "I thought I could finally rest for a few days, but then another one of him showed up..."
At dinner, Mr. Zhen shamelessly insisted on sitting next to Xin Que.
Luo Huayi: "!!!"
“It’s obvious she’s the leader,” Mr. Zhen explained politely as Xin Que dragged him away with a dark expression. “In the human workplace, isn’t it normal for a new employee to approach the leader of the organization and curry favor as a way to advance?”
Luo Huayi: "There's a specific term for someone like you in the workplace."
Mr. Zhen humbly asked for his guidance, "Please go ahead."
Luo Huayi chuckled, "A treacherous minister."
Mr. Zhen: "...a derogatory term."
He realized what was happening and politely asked, "Are you insulting me?"
Luo Huayi pushed the dishes towards Xin Que, saying, "This is a kind answer for a newbie in the workplace; you should thank me."
Mr. Zhen frowned.
I always felt that his polite demeanor was completely useless in front of these people.
"You said earlier that Luo Huayi's current abilities are due to his central role in the interrogation plan. What exactly is going on?" Xin Que's focus was still on the intelligence in Mr. Zhen's hands.
Mr. Zhen smiled innocently this time, and was even more humble. "Please say, 'I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have tolerated my subordinates bullying new employees in the workplace,' and I will immediately share all the information I have with you selflessly."
Amidst the tense atmosphere, Cheng Zheng silently stretched out his chopsticks and quickly put shrimp balls into his bowl.
Having served under Xin Que for so many years, he knew his boss's personality all too well.
She wasn't just ordinary vengeful; she was ruthless and relentlessly seeking revenge.
So he picked up his bowl and chopsticks, dragged his chair back, and left the battlefield before the corpses fell onto the table.
"Hey, hey, hey, you can die, but don't fall on the dishes I worked so hard to make!" Luo Huayi quickly grabbed Mr. Zhen's corpse by the collar and threw it behind him.
Seeing that the food was not contaminated, Cheng Zheng immediately dragged his stool back to its original position.
Even if the sky falls, don't let it stop him from eating.
...
Mr. Zhen managed to restore everything to its original state before dinner was over and sat down at the table.
"By the way," he said gracefully, picking up his water glass to rinse his mouth and turning to look at Cheng Zheng, "Butler, may I ask where my room is?"
Cheng Zheng "..."
Why don't you kill him again, boss?
"...Even as a special assistant, he's hardly competent in taking care of his employer's daily needs." Mr. Zhen casually remarked, avoiding Luo Huayi's murderous gaze, and stepped back into the shadows.
A moment later, the light in one of the guest rooms on the second floor came on.
"Unsolicited kindness." Xin Que raised her hand and pinched her brow, feeling a headache coming on. "There's no way to avoid it, so we can only be more wary of them. You'd better not let your guard down."
Cheng Zheng was so annoyed by Mr. Zhen that he didn't even want to go to the second floor, so he simply moved to the third floor to sleep.
"Aren't you going to rest?" Xin Que came out of the bathroom and saw Luo Huayi sitting on the sofa in a daze. She frowned and told him to go away.
Luo Huayi turned around to look at Xin Que. The woman was only wearing a black sports vest on her upper body, and the waistband of her loose, floor-length pants hung above her hips. The abs between the waistband and the hem of the vest were particularly eye-catching.
This was the first time he had ever seen Xin Que dressed so casually.
My gaze involuntarily fell on her bare arms.
Slightly thin, not muscular, but you can tell from the muscle definition that Xin Que is a real martial arts expert.
A soft white towel hung around her neck, and water droplets slid down her cheeks, her hair disheveled, clearly indicating that she had just finished washing up.
In the past, when Xin Que wore a coat, you could only tell that she was slightly tall, and even looked a bit thin in the loose clothes.
Luo Huayi's thoughts quickly began to wander.
No wonder I suffered so many losses at her hands before...
"I can't sleep with an outsider in the villa," Luo Huayi said, coming back to his senses. He knew Xin Que was trying to kick him out of the first floor again. "Want to chat for a bit?"
Xin Que "..."
Luo Huayi got up to find a hairdryer. "Your hair is all wet...aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
Xin Que realized that this person was someone who couldn't stay still.
“I’ll do it,” Luo Huayi said, dodging Xin Que’s hand as she tried to snatch the hair dryer. “You just sit here.”
Xin Que keenly noticed the changes in the surrounding decoration and lowered her hand to snatch it.
Is the space responding to Luo Huayi's idea again?
The whooshing sound of machinery immediately assaulted their hearing.
Luo Huayi stared at the damp strands of hair flying back and forth in front of him, which he kept combing through with his fingers, his focus becoming increasingly strange.
Xin Que's hair wasn't long; the longest part only reached a little below her shoulders.
In Luo Huayi's memory of Xin Que, most of the time she wore her hair half-tied up, or simply let it fall loosely over her shoulders.
The man casually tossed aside the stopped hairdryer, slowly raised his hand, and wrapped it around her neck from behind. His cheek touched the still-warm strands of her hair, and the scent of shampoo overwhelmed most of his sense of smell, causing him to involuntarily tighten his arms around her.
"Xin Que..." The man slowly closed his eyes, his voice growing lower and hoarse. He was completely unaware that the two of them were already standing in the old Luo family mansion. All he could see was the woman standing in front of him.
The flower wall outside the window, untouched for years, can be heard, if you listen closely, as the thorns slowly grow.
Sometime during the day, tiny rosebuds appeared on the branches of the thorny bushes, like stars scattered across the night sky.
"Xin Que..." Luo Huayi whispered her name, her whole heart and soul captivated by her.
The emotions he had been deliberately suppressing gradually relaxed under the coaxing of the woman's breath. Following her image, which was gradually etched into his heart, he grew wildly like weeds growing unattended in an abandoned factory.
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