Tang's Father extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray, his smile thin and insincere.
“Can’t you tell for yourself whether I’ve made money or not?”
With that, he stood up and walked toward the door.
*Click.*
The sound of the lock echoed.
Tang's Father slowly pulled out his belt and approached Tang Yu.
A father’s love, expressed through the lash of a belt, strikes the wandering son.
Tang Yu’s eyes sparkled as he looked at his father, his face filled with anticipation.
When the belt came down, he didn’t cry out like he used to.
His calm and composed smile made Tang's Father doubt his own existence.
Was there something wrong with his belt?
Or had he really grown too old to discipline this kid?
“Dad, have you eaten lunch yet?”
Tang Yu asked with concern.
This Immovable Wisdom King Technique is freaking amazing.
With this, Dad can’t lay a finger on me anymore!
Faced with Tang Yu’s provocation, Tang's Father suddenly felt that something was off with his son.
He put his belt back on and, with a worried expression, took out his phone to call Tang's Mother.
“Hongying, could you find a psychiatrist? I think there’s something wrong with our son’s mind…”
Hearing his father’s words, Tang Yu was startled.
He quickly jumped up and ran outside, shouting as he went.
“I’m not sick, Dad! I was just joking with you!”
He just wanted to test if the Immovable Wisdom King Technique the system gave him worked.
Being able to take a belt hit from his dad without feeling a thing—that’s pretty impressive.
Looks like the system finally came through this time.
With this, my survival skills are off the charts.
From now on, I’m immune to poison and beatings!
As Tang Yu whistled and skipped away, the servants of the Tang family cast terrified glances his way.
Did Young Master Tang take the wrong medicine?
Just as he was about to head back to his room and enjoy being a couch potato, Tang Yu spotted a beautiful woman in a maid outfit at the door.
She was also wearing glasses, adding a touch of cool elegance to her already stunning face.
What caught Tang Yu’s attention even more was her impressive figure, which suited the maid outfit perfectly.
Her proportions were just slightly less than that of Xiao Yue.
“Good day, Young Master Tang.”
The maid bowed slightly with a sweet smile.
“Hello, hello,” Tang Yu replied cheerfully.
Finally, the family has a pretty maid. This is the life a rich and handsome guy like me deserves!
*Wow, this girl is really something.*
*I wonder if she gets tired walking around with all that.*
Hearing Tang Yu’s thoughts, Ling Han’s lips twitched slightly.
She looked up at him and said softly, “Young Master Tang, do you not remember me?”
Tang Yu was momentarily stunned. He stared at her for a moment before finally recognizing her.
Damn, isn’t this Ling Han, the woman I met at the Starriver Club last time?
He didn’t recognize her at first because she was wearing light makeup, giving her a more innocent look.
This was one of her specialties—makeup and disguise.
In short, she could be whatever type of beauty you liked.
According to the original plot, she was supposed to be seducing Qin Ming and another young master, stirring up trouble between them.
But after I warned Qin Ming to stay away from her, I hadn’t heard anything about her since.
So why is she here at my house?
*Damn you, Ye Chen. Are you already trying to get back at me?*
*Is it really worth holding a grudge over something as small as making your butt bleed?*
Hearing Tang Yu’s internal muttering, Ling Han was also puzzled.
She had indeed heard that the Dragon King had been ambushed by several experts while protecting a little girl.
But what’s this about making his butt bleed?
“Miss Ling, you’ve come to work at my house? That’s great! But have you worked as a maid before?”
Tang Yu asked with a smile.
*This femme fatale isn’t someone to mess with. She’s ranked third among the Eight Generals. Is she here for me?*
*No problem, undercover work is your specialty.*
*Too bad you’ve met me. You won’t last a day here.*
*Today, I’ll show you why I’m called Scumbag Yu.*
“Yes, I’ve done laundry, cooking, and cleaning. I even took a maid training course.”
Ling Han replied with a sweet smile.
As a top assassin for the Dragon Soul Organization, she often took on such roles.
Being a maid was one of her most frequently used identities!
“But the Tang family is different. As you can see, we’re the top family among the four great families of Suzhou and Hangzhou. Being a maid here isn’t easy.”
Tang Yu pointed to his room and said,
“Start by tidying up my room. Let’s see if you’re up to the task.”
“Of course, Young Master Tang.”
Ling Han smiled obediently and began cleaning the room.
Tang Yu casually closed the door behind her.
*Heh, I used to be afraid of you, being one of the Eight Generals and all.*
*But now? Times have changed. I’m not scared of getting hit anymore.*
*If I don’t make you quit today, I’ll give the title of Scumbag Yu to Ye Chen.*
He sat cross-legged on the floor, his gaze shamelessly wandering over Ling Han’s figure.
*The maid outfit is a good choice, but it’s a bit too conservative. A heart-shaped cutout on the chest would be better.*
*The length of the skirt is just right… damn, why is it another pair of safety shorts?*
As she cleaned, Ling Han couldn’t help but feel the urge to punch this guy.
Should I not wear safety shorts and go with a thong instead?
Thankfully, she was professionally trained and could handle this level of provocation.
After quickly tidying up the room, she asked softly, “Young Master Tang, are you satisfied?”
“It’s passable,” Tang Yu nodded. The woman was indeed versatile. Anyone would think she was a professional maid.
He patted the spot next to him on the carpet and said, “In our family, maids also need to know how to give massages. Come on, let’s test your skills.”
“…”
Ling Han suppressed her urge to hit him and forced a sweet smile. “How would you like me to massage you, Young Master Tang?”
“I haven’t been sleeping well lately. Give me a head massage.”
Tang Yu lay down by the bed, signaling for her to begin.
Ling Han grabbed a stool, sat by the bed, and placed her hands on Tang Yu’s temples, gently massaging them.
“Is this pressure okay?”
“It’s fine, but I have a question for you.”
“Please go ahead, Young Master Tang.”
“When I play soccer, even dribbling the ball tires me out. Don’t you get tired walking around like that all day?”
“…”
“If you’re tired, just let me know. I’ll help you out.”
“Thank you, Young Master Tang.”
Ling Han kept her tone polite, but her fists were already clenched.