Yu Qingxue drove the BMW i8 into the underground parking lot. As soon as she entered the building, she saw Morgana coming towards her. Morgana’s golden hair had a wool-like fluffy texture, and despite being European, she possessed a delicate face that matched Asian aesthetic standards.
“I heard you protected our master today. Well done, Morgana. Even I’m impressed.”
“Head Maid, protecting the master is my duty.”
In terms of height, both stood over 1.7 meters tall. Their high heels clicked on the marble floor in perfect synchronicity, producing crisp sounds.
“Head Maid, did you enjoy your street racing today?”
When Yu Qingxue entered the apartment lobby and placed her hand on the door handle, Morgana suddenly spoke up and asked. Unlike most Europeans, Morgana was not a straightforward person; she was well-versed in the Asian way of subtle indirection. On the surface, she was asking Yu Qingxue if she had fun, but in reality, she was implicitly reproaching Yu Qingxue for not being by Gao Sijin’s side when he was nearly in danger.
Turning her head to glance at Morgana, Yu Qingxue gave a closed-lip smile and said, “I had a lot of fun. The second place was a full lap behind me, and even boasted before the race that they could beat me. Morgana, don’t you think there are so many people in this world who don’t know their place?”
“Head Maid, although you are a formidable person, you must not underestimate your opponents, or you will surely regret it in the future. After all, who has never been careless?”
As Yu Qingxue opened the door leading to the hall, she suddenly crouched down. A spinning back kick sliced through the air with a piercing sound, barely grazing the top of her head.
“Head Maid, it’s been a while since we last sparred. I feel like I’ve hit a bottleneck lately, so I was hoping you could give me some pointers later on.”
“Sure. As your senior, I’ll train you well. But before that, I need to go to the master and ask about the situation.”
Morgana stood behind Yu Qingxue, her emerald eyes glaring fiercely at her. She was now seventeen. It was said that Yu Qingxue, the very first time she met Eldest Miss Tsukiyuki Rio at the age of seventeen, had immediately hit it off and was appointed Head Maid, without even having served as an apprentice maid.
Such a background made Morgana feel both jealous and disgusted.
In the past, in Paris, she had been like a princess surrounded by stars. But under Tsukiyuki Rio’s command, she was reduced to a mere background character. Even the master preferred to seek out Yu Qingxue instead of her. This sense of defeat was unbearable for Morgana.
Yu Qingxue’s gaze held a trace of pity, the pity of a superior. “A beggar does not envy a millionaire; he only envies a beggar who earns a bit more than him. In a way, that’s truly a tragedy.”
“Do you want to be a millionaire?”
“I want to be a billionaire. Even a beggar must not lose hope just because of a low starting point.”
Arriving at the thirtieth floor, a few maids were cleaning, a few were preparing dinner, and a few were resting on the sofas.
Upon seeing Yu Qingxue return, they all stood up to greet her. Most of the physical labor was done by the apprentice maids; Yu Qingxue’s main job was to manage them.
“Where are Young Lady Tsukiyuki and the master?”
“They’ve been in the bedroom for a long time.”
“They sure have a lot of energy.”
Hearing that the two were in the bedroom, Yu Qingxue naturally imagined what they were doing. Whenever that image came to mind, her hands would involuntarily clench.
But she had to endure; she couldn’t sneak a taste, or else she would die without a burial place.
Passing by the room, she could hear rhythmic sounds through the door. Gao Sijin had nearly been assassinated. Surely that worry had transformed into boundless love, all of which was repaid upon Gao Sijin’s body, right?
After a while, Yu Qingxue pressed her ear to the door and heard their breathing. It seemed they had finished. She knocked on the door.
“Young Miss, Master, are you available now?”
“Ah, Qingxue, come in.”
Yu Qingxue pushed open the door and saw Tsukiyuki Rio sitting contentedly on top of Gao Sijin, looking charmingly coquettish and thoroughly satisfied. Her expensive black kimono was already stained all over with sticky fluids.
The disadvantaged Gao Sijin had no choice but to lie beneath like prey, wondering when he would be able to rise up and turn the tables on the young miss.
“Young Lady Tsukiyuki, you’re almost draining the master dry. How many times has it been now?”
“Qingxue, do you remember how many slices of bread you’ve ever eaten?”
Gao Sijin felt like crying but had no tears. He thought Tsukiyuki Rio was going to stop and rest, but they had barely rested for thirty minutes before she started again.
He was the victim of today’s incident, yet back at the apartment he was being squeezed dry by Tsukiyuki Rio. There was simply no justice.
“What a shame. If Qingxue had been here today, I could have recorded it. It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve enjoyed myself this much.” Tsukiyuki Rio took Gao Sijin’s hand and headed toward the bathhouse. “Qingxue, would you like to take a bath with us too?”
“Then count me in.”
Yu Qingxue walked to Gao Sijin’s side, wrapped her arm around his other arm, and Gao Sijin was thus escorted into the steam-filled bathhouse.
By now, Gao Sijin had long since gotten used to seeing their completely naked bodies, so he wasn’t flustered. He simply submerged his whole body in the water.
Recalling the man who suddenly drew a pistol today, it would be a lie to say Gao Sijin wasn’t shaken inwardly.
But before today, he had already witnessed even bloodier scenes at the human trafficker’s hideout, so he was able to maintain a considerable degree of composure.
“Gao-kun, would you like to go out with me tomorrow?” Tsukiyuki Rio suddenly asked. “If you’re scared and don’t want to go out, that’s fine. Just rest at home. But I will go out tomorrow. No matter what, I must find out who was behind your near-death experience.”
“Rio, I’m your fiancé. It’s only natural for me to always be by your side.”
“Gao-kun, you’re so good.”
Their bodies embraced in the warm pool, feeling each other’s breath and heartbeat. Their damp lips pressed together. Tsukiyuki Rio’s thick love for Gao Sijin seemed not yet fully vented.
But let’s save that kind of thing until after the enemy is dead.
At present, she couldn’t be 100% certain, but Tsukiyuki Rio already had several suspects in mind. Auntie Fumiko, who controlled various yakuza groups in Tokyo, was one of them.
“Tomorrow, I’ll have to trouble you to accompany me again, Qingxue.”
“It’s my honor to go out with you.”
First, meet with Tsukiyuki Fumiko, then see the group leader of the Shokaku Society. Following this line of investigation, she was bound to find a trail, and make the person who threatened Gao-kun’s life completely disappear.
Imagining the pitiful sight of them howling in despair, Tsukiyuki Rio’s smile became sweeter and a bit twisted.
