Surprise! The Straight Man Long Aotian Actually Steals the Villain's Skirt - Chapter 29: The Greedy and Malicious Little Nanny 7

Chapter 29: The Greedy and Malicious Little Nanny 7

Assistant Chen emerged from the crowd, his tall figure blocking most of the ambiguous gazes.

Take him back to the villa first, the man took off his suit jacket and draped it over Xie Rong’s shoulders.

Persistent as ever, Xie Rong glanced at the golden buttons on the suit sleeves and secretly pulled one off.

Walking behind Assistant Chen, the curious guests silently made way for them.

But Xie Rong wasn’t in a good mood.

Such a perfect opportunity to disgust the protagonist had somehow turned into a farce.

So when passing by Lu Chengjin, Xie Rong’s slender high heel viciously stomped on Lu Chengjin’s foot.

The banquet continued with surface harmony, but the matter between the Lu family head and that pretty young male servant had already become private gossip among the guests.

Some felt pity, some sighed with regret.

Completely unaware of this, Xie Rong slowly followed Assistant Chen out of the Lu family mansion and stopped before a sleek black car.

He didn’t recognize any car logos, only knowing that the leather seats beneath his thighs were thousands of times more comfortable than bus seats.

Is this your car? he asked Assistant Chen.

President Lu’s car, Assistant Chen replied.

Xie Rong’s eyes began shifting again.

Assistant Chen, am I pretty? He leaned closer, his fragrant breath spraying near the man’s ear.

Assistant Chen paused, his hands tightening imperceptibly on the steering wheel. Pretty.

More than just pretty. The biggest mistake at tonight’s Lu mansion banquet was having Xie Rong serve drinks in that maid uniform. Clean, unclean, and semi-clean gazes had all fallen upon him.

He estimated that over the next few months, there would be no shortage of people coming to the villa to inquire about him.

Then do you think President Lu would like it? Xie Rong lightly traced the texture of the suit jacket, asking casually.

Assistant Chen’s gaze darkened slightly as he said meaningfully, That depends on whether Mr. Xie likes this car… or the owner of this car.

Xie Rong glanced sideways at him.

What was there to like about a thirty-year-old man?

According to Lu Yi’s words, he wasn’t interested in men anyway.

But this car—it looked like it could fetch a good price. He liked that very much.

The car came to a steady stop in front of the standalone villa.

Assistant Chen got out first and walked to the other side to open the car door for Xie Rong.

His eyes swept over Xie Rong’s high-heeled feet. Do you need me to escort you upstairs?

Xie Rong waved his hand, eagerly kicking off those torturous high heels and walking into the villa barefoot.

Assistant Chen glanced at the high heels on the ground—one tilted, one upright, their smooth shiny surfaces reflecting the cold moonlight.

He crouched down, picked up the shoes with two fingers, and returned to the car.

President Lu, he has been delivered, Assistant Chen took out his phone. The car interior was unlit, making the call duration: one hour on the screen particularly glaring.

No wonder you speak up for him everywhere, the man’s low voice came from the other end of the phone, carrying a somewhat casual tone. He is indeed very beautiful.

Looking at the ended call display, Assistant Chen remained silent and drove away from the villa.

At 12:45 AM, Lu Chengjin returned to the villa.

His current room was in the farthest corner of the second floor, but when he pushed the door open, not only was the bedside lamp on, but the little nanny who had caused a scandal by flirting with his brother at his birthday banquet was lying safely on his bed, his head nodding drowsily.

Lu Chengjin walked over with a cold expression and yanked the blanket off him.

Unexpectedly, Xie Rong climbed onto him, wrapping two snow-white arms around his neck while still wearing the torn maid miniskirt, not even having removed the stockings.

You brothers look so alike, I mistakenly accused the wrong person, Xie Rong mumbled drowsily, unable to keep his eyes open as he entangled himself around Lu Chengjin, resting his head on the other’s shoulder while still thinking he was dreaming. He declared triumphantly, But it doesn’t matter—he’s richer than you.

You must know your brother well, right? Tell me what he likes. After I’ve swindled enough money from him, I’ll return the necklace to you.

His little nanny, blinded by money, was already dreaming of becoming the lady of the Lu family.

Lu Chengjin walked back to the original room, pulled the person off him, and tossed him back onto the bed.

The bed was soft, and as soon as Xie Rong fell into it, he curled up and fell asleep.

When he woke the next day, Xie Rong hadn’t forgotten what he’d said to Lu Chengjin the day before and excitedly called him over.

Wearing a robe and sitting barefoot in the wardrobe, he was picking out clothes.

What color does your brother like?

Lu Chengjin glanced at the faint glimpse of bright red beneath his robe and wrote two characters on a piece of paper: red.

Unexpectedly, the little nanny, having never been taught what shame meant since childhood, lifted the hem of his robe just enough to reveal a hint of vibrant fabric. With pure eyes and a tilted head, he asked, Like this?

Lu Chengjin averted his gaze.

Receiving no response, Xie Rong irritably grabbed a watch from the jewelry box and smashed it against Lu Chengjin’s forehead. Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me?

Lu Chengjin could even predict what the little nanny would say next.

Either he would scold him, saying a man who was both deaf and mute couldn’t possibly get any nanny to care for him, or he would punish him by forbidding him to eat today, and finally threaten him with the necklace.

The little nanny, having seen little of the world, only had these few tricks up his sleeve.

Scattered drops of blood trickled down to his brow bone, which he wiped away with his hand.

Lu Chengjin extended his blood-stained fingers to Xie Rong.

You mean this color? Xie Rong stared at that shade of red, reminded of many things from the past.

The wedding robes he wore in the cultivation world were just as red, and the blood when he self-destructed to drag that man down to hell was just as vibrant.

Your brother has excellent taste, Xie Rong laughed almost neurotically. Feeling that this still wasn’t enough to express his delight, he lowered his head and kissed Lu Chengjin’s fingers, his tone dripping with saccharine laughter. This is indeed the most beautiful color in the world.

Shadows fell over Lu Chengjin’s bangs as he curled the fingers that had been kissed.

He had been wrong earlier.

The little nanny’s methods were truly formidable.

Besides color, what else does he like? Xie Rong’s expression shifted again, returning to one of irritation. If not for the lingering blood-red on his lips, it would seem as though the sweet, alluring smile from moments ago was merely a figment of someone’s imagination. Since you’re mute, write it down on paper.

Half an hour later, Xie Rong folded the paper filled with writing and went downstairs to check on his tangerine tree.

Unexpectedly, he saw a man who bore a ninety percent resemblance to Lu Chengjin sitting on the sofa, with Assistant Chen pouring tea beside him.

Xie Rong hesitated for a couple of seconds but walked past them to check on his tangerine tree first.

This tangerine tree was something the system had secretly brought out after leaving the previous world—it was practically a child he had raised with his own hands.

It seems you prefer tangerines over cars.

Xie Rong crouched beneath the tree, examining the roots of the Tangerine Tree, when a shadow suddenly fell over him.

He turned his head and met the man’s gaze, then abruptly asked:

President Lu, do you like red?

If he didn’t seize the chance to ask, who knew if Lu Chengjin would lie to him.

There are many shades of red,Lu Chengjun said.

Xie Rong licked the lingering metallic sweetness from his lips, stood up, and stepped closer. Tilting his head, he pointed to his own lips. This kind—do you like it?