Of course, Wu Mangmang initially didn’t know who the employer was, since she was just a small fry doing odd jobs.

Dr. Xiao was the important person hired this time, and this Dr. Xiao happened to be Wu Mangmang’s connection at the museum—her uncle.

Xiao Shen was Ms. Liu’s half-brother, who compared to his sister was like an old antique, no wonder he chose to pursue archaeology as a career.

Wu Mangmang dug out a proper white dress from the corner of her wardrobe. Deputy Director Xiao was a very impressive figure in the industry, constantly traveling around, spending no more than fifty days a year actually at the museum.

And Wu Mangmang only wore proper work clothes for about fifty days a year.

An off-shoulder, short-sleeved white dress, with the only decoration being a bowl-sized embroidered flower at the hem, making Wu Mangmang appear very quiet and ladylike.

If you had to nitpick, perhaps the collarbone was exposed a bit too much, mainly because the off-shoulder neckline was quite long, but it only showed some collarbone—still far from exposing her chest.

Even so, when Wu Mangmang saw her uncle, she keenly noticed the slight furrow in his brow.

Wu Mangmang thought to herself, fortunately Uncle had a son. If he’d had a daughter, she would definitely have to start with the Three Obediences and Four Virtues education—if someone saw a bit of exposed arm, she’d probably have to chop off both arms herself.

“Dr. Xiao.” Wu Mangmang politely greeted him. Her uncle didn’t like mixing family relationships during work hours. Being able to use connections for her was already consuming a lifetime’s worth of family affection.

Xiao Shen nodded, “Let’s go.”

He picked up his bag and left, but ultimately Xiao Shen couldn’t help saying, “You should wear a silk scarf.”

Wu Mangmang immediately took out a brightly colored, uniquely patterned silk scarf worth several hundred euros from her handbag—she had come prepared.

“Isn’t this color too flashy?” Xiao Shen said again.

“Then should I not wear it?” Wu Mangmang said obediently.

“Better wear it then.” Dr. Xiao closed his eyes to rest, out of sight, out of mind.

The car that picked them up was a Bentley, indicating the owner’s wealth. But antiques that could warrant hiring Xiao Shen for restoration must be quite valuable, so Wu Mangmang sat with peace of mind.

But then the Bentley transferred to a luxury helicopter flying directly to sea, making Wu Mangmang multiply the employer’s wealth several times over.

The small island wasn’t far from land. From afar it looked lush and green, up close it was green and lush.

Hidden among the trees was a villa built with logs and glass in an extremely modern minimalist artistic style.

Wu Mangmang intuitively felt this house looked familiar. After a while she realized—this was her Dream House, appearing countless times in her dreams. Although this version was different, the one before her was definitely the most classic.

Lu Lin, who came out to greet them, mentioned a person’s name, “This was designed before he won the Pritzker Prize.” The Pritzker was architecture’s Nobel Prize, cinema’s Oscar. Wu Mangmang immediately showed respectful admiration.

“At that time he was still working at a state-owned enterprise, doing cookie-cutter, fixed-pattern designs. Even when he had creativity, there was no money to support it. It was Lu Sui’s sharp eye that invited him to design, and afterward supported him in establishing his own studio.” Lu Lin spoke of Lu Sui with pride.

Wu Mangmang could only laugh it off.

The house’s temperature control and lighting systems were all intelligently controlled. Lu Lin handed two brooches to Xiao Shen and Wu Mangmang—these served as access passes. Without these brooches, approaching the villa would mark you as an intruder, earning you electric shocks and drone attacks.

There were no servants in the house. Tea and water were served by an assistant robot resembling C-3PO from “Star Wars.” The butler was that trash can robot R2-D2, and cleaning was handled by a little cutie like WALL-E from “WALL-E.”

Wu Mangmang suspected she had traveled to the future.

Lu Lin continued introducing, “Everyone can try the knife-cut noodles made by Xiaomian at lunch.” Xiaomian was naturally also a robot, and a domestic one at that. Only our people would think to make a knife-cut noodle robot specifically for cutting noodles.

So many robots—truly the style of wealthy people.

Wu Mangmang couldn’t help quietly asking, “Um, are there any Japanese-invented ones, you know, robots?”

The Yamato people were a magical race, and their robot industry was the most advanced, used for various life assistance, even allowing you to enjoy life’s most vulgar yet happiest activities without needing to marry a wife.

Lu Lin couldn’t help laughing. The little girl was really interesting—lips bright red but the most natural color, even the most expensive lipstick couldn’t create such natural, full color. She was briefly distracted, then smiled, “The tactile aspect hasn’t been perfected yet.”

Now back to business. Lu Lin explained, “I’m really sorry to trouble Dr. Xiao and Miss Wu to come here. My brother is the actual owner of this villa. The day before yesterday I accidentally broke a vase he’s very fond of, but the villa is surrounded by 24-hour continuous scanning systems—even vase fragments can’t be taken away, so I had to trouble you two to come repair it.”

Lu Lin was quite straightforward, openly confessing her “criminal facts.” “The required tools have been delivered according to Dr. Xiao’s list, and the room has been prepared. Please follow me.”

Passing a decorative painting on the wall, both Xiao Shen and Wu Mangmang couldn’t help stopping. Wu Mangmang said blankly, “Don’t tell me this ‘Floating Mountains and Warm Emerald’ is an authentic Qiu Ying.”

Lu Lin smiled, “All the decorations in this house are authentic.”

Good heavens, this painting had sold for 700 million at auction. The original owner wasn’t Lu Sui, but now that it had found its way to him, who knows how much more money was spent.

Counting the wall collections afterward, their combined value was higher than the total value of the city museum’s collection where Wu Mangmang worked, and supposedly this wasn’t even everything—the rest of the collection was in the vault, taken out and displayed according to Lu Sui’s mood.

Wu Mangmang looked at the tea served in an authentic Jian kiln rabbit’s fur glaze cup, afraid she might shake and accidentally drop it—she really couldn’t afford to pay for that, so she just smiled, “I’m not thirsty.”

When sincerely entertaining guests, please don’t use such fragile things, okay? A gold bowl or silver cup would be much better.

Wu Mangmang could see at a glance that Lu Lin was trying to seduce her. Seeing her stare wide-eyed at the collections without blinking, she was using antiques to hook her—truly detestable, making her heart itch.

After Lu Lin left, Wu Mangmang and Xiao Shen began work. Xiao Shen was in charge of directing while Wu Mangmang handled operations. Some work was indeed better suited to women’s delicate fingers. Restoring a celestial globe vase to almost undetectable fracture condition was no simple matter—and actually impossible.

Do your best and leave the rest to fate.

Lu Lin was pressing urgently because Lu Sui would soon return to the city, and she needed to cover up before the incident was discovered.

Although Lu Sui liked this blue and white celestial globe vase and often took it out for display, he couldn’t possibly hold it in his arms to play with, so as long as it looked intact, it would be fine.

Lu Lin watched Wu Mangmang working seriously with her head down through the monitor. They say women are most beautiful when focused—it seemed to be true.

She couldn’t help thinking again of Wu Mangmang’s stunningly beautiful bare face and her lips so beautiful they made you want to kiss them.

In Lu Lin’s fantasies, Wu Mangmang and Xiao Shen worked day and night continuously. Finally, only some finishing work remained. After giving Wu Mangmang a long list of instructions, Xiao Shen left early—he was a busy man with many events he couldn’t miss.

But people aren’t made of iron—you can’t go without sleep.

Wu Mangmang, afraid of accidentally causing further damage to the celestial globe vase, decided to sleep well first.

Waking up in the afternoon, Wu Mangmang was probably groggy from sleep, unable to distinguish morning from evening or where she was. Wearing a silk nightgown, yawning and shuffling in slippers, she went downstairs planning to pour herself some cold water to clear her head.

Lu Lin also happened to emerge from her room at this moment, also in a silk robe, stretching behind Wu Mangmang. From downstairs looking up, it appeared as if Lu Lin was embracing Wu Mangmang.

So from Lu Sui’s perspective, before him were two disheveled women with messy hair and sleep marks on their faces—it was easy to imagine they might have emerged from the same room.

This originally wouldn’t be anything special—girlfriends sleeping in the same bed, chatting and such, was common. Weren’t there sleepover parties?

But when applied to a lesbian and another woman, it sparked imagination.

Moreover, Wu Mangmang had dark circles under her eyes, looking like she hadn’t slept enough. How would one not get enough sleep?

Looking at the beauty’s long legs, they appeared even more slender from this bottom-up view.

Her delicate, porcelain-smooth skin showed almost no pores. Her long legs were both thin and straight—absolutely beautiful.

Considering that Lu Lin’s past girlfriends all wore super short skirts and had long legs, her preferences were obvious.

Wu Mangmang fit perfectly.

When Wu Mangmang saw Lu Sui, her eyes widened and she let out a low cry. Before she could dart back to her room like a rabbit, Lu Lin grabbed her and whispered in her ear, “Don’t blow our cover.”

Only then did Wu Mangmang remember her job and suddenly recall Lu Lin’s sexual orientation.

What bad luck—how did her perfectly legitimate part-time job now look so illegitimate?

Lu Lin pretended to stand calmly and asked Lu Sui downstairs, “Why did you come back early?”

“Felt like it.” Lu Sui answered briefly.

Lu Lin kissed Wu Mangmang’s cheek and took the opportunity to grab Wu Mangmang’s perky bottom, “Wait for me in the room.”

This should have been when Wu Mangmang tried her best to cooperate with Lu Lin’s performance, but her performance addiction mysteriously disappeared. She wasn’t willing to play a lesbian and continue letting Lu Lin take advantage of her.

But the employer was the big boss paying the money—she couldn’t betray Lu Lin either, so she could only obediently return to her room and change into long sleeves and pants.

Downstairs, Lu Sui and Lu Lin had already sat down to talk.

“What bad thing did you do behind my back?” Lu Sui looked coldly at the gorgeous beauty Lu Lin.

“Uh, nothing really. Mangmang likes the scenery here, and since you weren’t around, I brought her to stay for a couple days.” Lu Lin lied without blinking.

“When you kissed her, her face was as stiff as yours when you just got Botox injections—what kind of relationship could you have?” Lu Sui mocked.

Did he have to be so sharp-tongued? Lu Lin rolled her eyes dramatically.

“So tell me, what did you break?” Lu Sui asked again.

This time it was Lu Lin’s turn to learn from Wu Mangmang—covering her mouth and crying out softly, “How did you know?”

“That Miss Wu’s profession.” Lu Sui reminded Lu Lin.

Lu Lin said “Oh,” then remembered that Lu Sui had sued Wu Mangmang. In such circumstances, Wu Mangmang’s eighteen generations of ancestors had probably been investigated thoroughly.

Lu Lin had to confess honestly, smiling ingratiatingly, “Lu Sui, can you forgive your sister this once?”

Lu Sui rubbed his brow, “Don’t bring women to my villa to mess around anymore.”

Then Lu Lin was escorted out of the villa by two combat robots and stripped of her privilege to freely enter and exit this villa.

After Wu Mangmang dressed properly and spent quite a long time adjusting her emotions, she finally went downstairs.

This couldn’t be blamed on her—her image in Lu Sui’s eyes was probably as bad as it could get. Not only had she been a mistress, now she had become a lesbian too. What a rich and colorful private life.

Lu Lin had already left by now. Seeing Lu Sui sitting on the sofa with his back to her, Wu Mangmang couldn’t help asking, “Miss Lu isn’t here?”

Lu Sui said indifferently, “She left. Continue your restoration work—I won’t disturb you.”

Wu Mangmang quickly said “Oh” and hid in the workroom.

By dinnertime, Wu Mangmang finally emerged from the workroom for air. When she tried to walk from the side hall to the terrace, she saw Lu Sui sitting with his back to her.

Beside the sofa lay a red box painted with a white cross, and a white, chubby, wobbly humanoid balloon was swaying as it walked out.

Then the hand sensor touched gently near Lu Sui’s ear, “Master, you have a fever.”

Wu Mangmang slid to her knees in front of Baymax with extremely devout and suppressed excitement, “Are you Baymax? Are you really Baymax?”

The inflatable medical robot from “Big Hero 6”?

Baymax looked down at Wu Mangmang expressionlessly.

Wu Mangmang grabbed Baymax’s hand and placed it on her chest, “Did you feel it? I have rapid breathing, accelerated heartbeat, sweaty palms, abdominal… uh, restrictions. What condition is this?”

Wu Mangmang thought this truly was her dream house—absolutely perfect.

After a moment, Baymax spoke in the robot’s characteristic monotone voice, “These are symptoms of mental illness.”

Uh, this could be diagnosed just like that?

Wu Mangmang looked up and around the sofa back to see Lu Sui, who was holding a tablet intelligent remote control. She also sharply saw the words “mental illness” typed on the tablet. So Lu Sui had just hacked into Baymax’s terminal and controlled what it said.

“Mr. Lu.” Wu Mangmang respectfully greeted him.

Baymax was already gradually deflating and returning to the red box.

Lu Sui said, “The design isn’t perfected yet—it just has Baymax’s appearance. Just a toy.”

Wu Mangmang looked at Lu Sui’s face, which showed a pink flush in his fair complexion, “Are you sick?”

Lu Sui just said “Mm,” fully demonstrating his unwillingness to be disturbed.

Wu Mangmang said obediently, “Then I won’t disturb you. The celestial globe vase has been restored—would you like to take a look?”

“I’ll go over later.” Lu Sui replied.

Wu Mangmang quietly withdrew. She didn’t want dinner—she’d been doing many part-time jobs recently, neglecting exercise, and had already gained two pounds. To maintain her figure, she had given up dinner.

The mountain villa had none of the entertainment Wu Mangmang enjoyed. To burn excess energy, she set up a yoga mat on the second-floor terrace extending into the forest, under the starry sky, and began exercising her flexible body.

Wu Mangmang was at least an expert-level yoga practitioner, capable of many difficult poses.

Such as the frog pose.

Supporting herself on her hands, lifting both feet and resting them on her elbows, bringing them forward, supporting her entire body weight only on her arms—wasn’t this just like a live frog?

Wu Mangmang moved her arms forward while making “ribbit ribbit” sounds, venting her body’s pain.

Yoga was truly a form of self-torture.

At this moment, slight laughter came from diagonally below Wu Mangmang, but it was drowned out by the forest insects and birds and Wu Mangmang’s “ribbiting.”

As Wu Mangmang changed poses, raising her arms pulled up her clothing, revealing the brilliant diamond gleam around her navel.

If the world suddenly became silent at this moment, we might hear the sound of someone swallowing.

Yoga makes the body graceful and flexible, and in the quiet night it can also let you meditate through someone’s beautiful body.

An hour later, Wu Mangmang rose from meditation, stretched, put away her yoga mat, changed clothes and went downstairs to find Lu Sui, hoping he had already inspected the celestial globe vase and would permit her to leave the island tomorrow.

Wu Mangmang found Lu Sui on the first-floor terrace and couldn’t help being nosy, “Mr. Lu, you’re sick—you shouldn’t be in the wind.”

This was purely out of normal human conscience or social politeness, with no other thoughts.

Lu Sui glanced at Wu Mangmang, said “Mm” and stood up.

“Help me up.”

Lu Sui’s voice was somewhat low and hoarse. Wu Mangmang saw the red on his cheeks had deepened, and even his palms were burning hot—probably an upper respiratory infection causing his hoarse voice.

Lu Sui was somewhat unsteady on his feet. Wu Mangmang supported him as they took the elevator down to the bottom floor. The bottom floor was submerged in the sea, with azure seawater outside the glass corridor—though that was during the day. Now, borrowing light from the corridor, you could see the deep, magnificent underwater world.

If little Wu Mangmang had seen this, she would definitely have jumped to the ceiling with joy—this was an ocean park!

Lu Sui was dizzy with fever. Wu Mangmang helped him lie down on the bed. Unable to find a medical kit anywhere, she had to pick up the controller and fumble around, actually managing to find one through robot C-3PO.

Wu Mangmang brought the ear thermometer near Lu Sui’s ear and measured—39 degrees. If the fever continued, he’d probably become an idiot.

Wu Mangmang found fever medication in the medicine box and fed it to Lu Sui with water.

Just as she put down the cup, Lu Sui grabbed her and pulled her down on the bed with him. Before she could react, Lu Sui had pressed her underneath him.

“Your stomach is really cool.” Lu Sui said.

Wu Mangmang struggled to prop herself up on her elbows to look at Lu Sui. Seeing his eyes were clear, not like someone delirious with fever, her heart couldn’t help going “thump, thump,” though she said softly, “That’s because of uterine cold.”

Lu Sui chewed over the words “uterine cold,” then bent down again, pushing up the hem of Wu Mangmang’s T-shirt.

Wu Mangmang grabbed Lu Sui’s hand. Sick like this, yet still thinking about this and that—could he even get it up?

“Give it to me!” Lu Sui said.

Give you nothing! Wu Mangmang was angry, but she didn’t curse. Cursing now would completely alert the enemy. She just imperceptibly curled up her leg, aiming directly at the man’s weak point.

But the next second, Wu Mangmang’s leg was forcefully pressed down. She struggled fiercely, but both hands were pinned above her head by Lu Sui’s single hand.

Men’s physical strength was naturally stronger than women’s, and Wu Mangmang was certain Lu Sui had definitely trained—his muscles were rock-hard, impossible to pinch.

“Don’t resist.” Though Lu Sui’s voice was low and hoarse, the commanding tone was very clear.

Have you heard the story of Mr. Dongguo and the wolf?

This scene was exactly that—Wu Mangmang cursed herself for being brain-dead, actually helping a feverish wolf.

Wu Mangmang tried to remain calm, “Mr. Lu, you’re delirious with fever. Rape is a serious crime.”

In a moment Wu Mangmang had even planned future actions: first report to police, then get injury verification, then go to court under public scrutiny, be questioned speechless by the defense lawyer, and be accused of deliberately seducing Lu Sui.

“Mr. Lu, please calm down. What woman can’t you find? Please let me go—I can pretend nothing happened.” Wu Mangmang didn’t use the word “beg”—that would only excite him more.

Truly desperate.

Wu Mangmang knew she should resist violently like an innocent maiden, scratch him bloody, then get slapped dizzy by several blows and be forced to spread her legs.

But actually, violent resistance at this moment would definitely not be wise.

It would only add to the excitement.

Wu Mangmang stared blankly at the ceiling, remembering a famous internet joke: if you can’t resist, just lie down and enjoy it.

Although in this face-obsessed society, supposedly being forced by an explosively handsome, incredibly wealthy man didn’t count as force. According to romance novel logic, she should eventually fall in love with this man.

But right now Wu Mangmang really wanted to stab the man on top of her to death.

However, the expected roughness and pain didn’t come.

Her abdomen felt like it was being licked by a small dog, the diamond on her navel ring being rolled around by a warm, wet tongue tip.

Back and forth.

As if there was fresh cream there, making it irresistibly “mouth-watering.”

Time passed—who knows how long—but Lu Sui made no further moves, only lovingly attending to that small navel area.

Although it had once been a passage, it had closed up in the first week after her birth, okay?

Wu Mangmang didn’t dare move. What was scarier than force was encountering a perverted rapist.

Being so fond of her navel—would he stab through her abdomen and disembowel her?

Wu Mangmang shivered.

After that, all was quiet.

There was heavy pressure on her lower abdomen.

What was this situation?

Wu Mangmang slightly propped herself up, “Mr. Lu?”

“Don’t be noisy, so noisy.” Lu Sui’s head, pillowed on Wu Mangmang’s stomach, turned to another direction and continued sleeping deeply.

Wu Mangmang felt she could barely breathe—Lu Sui’s head was really heavy.

Wu Mangmang gently tried to push Lu Sui.

Lu Sui frowned, “I’m sick, you’re cool.”

Was he treating her like a human ice pack?

The ceiling overhead was actually transparent glass, with fish occasionally swimming by, curiously circling around.

Wu Mangmang’s stomach hurt terribly—she just wanted Lu Sui to lose consciousness quickly.

So she raised her hand and gently stroked Lu Sui’s hair, “Good baby, go to sleep, sleep to grow tall.”

“Good baby, go to sleep, sleep to eat bread.”

…

Though it was an improvised lullaby, Wu Mangmang’s voice was sweet and soft, her tone low and gentle, actually smoothing the furrow between Lu Sui’s brows.

“Mr. Lu?”

No response.

Wu Mangmang called again, “Good son?”

Still no response.

Definitely fast asleep.

Wu Mangmang gently lifted Lu Sui’s head. Fortunately, her body was flexible and her movements agile—she managed to silently extract her flattened stomach from under Lu Sui’s head.

Wu Mangmang sat beside the bed, painfully rubbing her numb stomach.

Anger difficult to vent, she couldn’t help leaning close to Lu Sui’s face, “Good son, good baby, mama’s good little son.”

“Mua~” Wu Mangmang gave Lu Sui an air kiss.

Then she patted Lu Sui’s cheeks and cupped his face, pushing it together to form a pig snout, “Really such a good son.”

In the silent space, countless eyes clearly recorded this scene.