Villain Young Master Doesn't Want to Fall in Love with the Cute Domineering Female Lead

It felt like Yao Shi's aura had changed, as if a faint, ethereal black mist was coiling around her.

A bone-chilling cold stabbed into his marrow like countless silver needles.

"Young Master."

Yao Shi, speaking suddenly, called out to Wu Liang, who was about to leave.

Like a biting wind from the deepest hell, Wu Liang shivered involuntarily, goosebumps rising all over his arms.

"Yao Shi may be so bold as to ask you a question, Young Master. What are your thoughts on Miss He Xue, and why do you wish to help her?"

Yao Shi tilted her head, her hair obscuring her face, making it difficult to discern her expression.

Standing alone, Yao Shi softly called out, her ethereal, clear voice tinged with loneliness.

"Um... she's my classmate... that's why I..."

"I know that, but that's not what I mean. What I want to know is if you harbor any other feelings, Young Master, such as romantic affection."

Yao Shi interrupted Wu Liang's explanation and walked gracefully to his side.

Her eyes, like black agate, were dim and lifeless, like stagnant water, even appearing somewhat cloudy.

"I have Miss He Xue's contact information here. Do you need it, Young Master?"

Her jade-like arms rested before Wu Liang, the grayish-white phone screen reflecting Yao Shi's pale face.

"I... I'll pass... you two should just talk it out..."

Wu Liang stammered, even though Yao Shi's stunningly beautiful face was so close.

He felt no urge or desire whatsoever; instead, he wanted to escape from Yao Shi as quickly as possible, the further the better.

The cold air she exhaled felt like icy blades brushing against his cheek.

Wu Liang felt that if he had agreed to Yao Shi just then, his heart would have been pierced by a steel blade in the next second.

"Is that so? What a pity. We should head back, Young Master."

Taking a deep breath, Yao Shi forcefully suppressed the strange feeling within her and quickly moved away from Wu Liang, walking forward.

She had only intended to casually ask about the Young Master's opinion of Miss He Xue.

But why had she suddenly become so unfamiliar, so much so that even she felt lost?

"Ah... um... let's go back..."

Wu Liang, his face pale, responded while looking at Yao Shi's retreating back. His clothes were already soaked with cold sweat.

The evening breeze blew against Wu Liang, chilling his back... and his heart...

Chapter 44: The Maid Also Wields a Knife

As the first ray of dawn pierced through the window and fell upon Wu Liang's eyes.

Wu Liang raised his hand to shield his eyes, sitting up groggily from the bed. His slightly dazed head ached a little.

It was probably because he had slept too late last night. Wu Liang felt incredibly sleepy right now.

After returning last night, Yao Shi had become like a different person, silent and as cold as ice.

Yao Shi hadn't interacted much with him afterward, returning to her room to rest alone.

Even when he tried to initiate a conversation with Yao Shi, she would keep her door shut and pretend to be asleep.

This was a reaction Yao Shi had never displayed before, nor had she ever refused Wu Liang.

However, Yao Shi's reaction this time made Wu Liang unable to ignore her change.

As a result, he couldn't sleep at all last night, only managing to fall asleep around three or four in the morning.

"I shouldn't have said anything wrong."

Wu Liang pressed his temples, silently recalling what had happened last night.

Had he somehow offended her? No way, they had only had a brief chat outside.

Hiss... Women are truly incomprehensible creatures...

Buzz~

Just as Wu Liang was still feeling groggy from just waking up, the sound of a blade being drawn suddenly rang out in his ears, accompanied by a cold air that blew against his face as it sliced through the air.

Wu Liang looked forward at the sound, his pupils contracting sharply like needles, shrinking to their absolute limit in an instant.

He saw a sharp blade, glinting with cold light, flash before his eyes, heading straight for his neck.

"Fuck!!!"

Wu Liang, who had been drowsy moments ago, felt his adrenaline surge. An intense sense of danger erupted from the depths of his mind.

Feeling the chill on his neck, Wu Liang rolled backward frantically, only stopping when his back hit the headboard.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his pajamas. Good grief, if he had moved forward two more steps, he would have been a goner.

"Young Master, if you don't get up soon, you'll be late."

Yao Shi, now dressed in a European-style maid dress, pointed the dagger in her hand at Wu Liang's face. Her high ponytail swayed gently.

Her other hand held a tray with some cut fruit.

Yao Shi appeared completely natural, as if her previous actions were just a friendly greeting to Wu Liang.

"..."

Wu Liang stared at Yao Shi in front of him, still shaken and unable to shake off the sense of danger from moments ago.

He tried to scrutinize Yao Shi's pretty face, wanting to find something strange about her.

But no matter how he observed her, Yao Shi's cool and aloof face showed no superfluous emotion, like a cold machine.

"Young Master, is there something dirty on my face? Why are you observing me so closely?"

Yao Shi walked up to Wu Liang and placed the fruit platter in her hands on the bedside table.

She took out a handkerchief from her embrace and wiped the blade of the dagger. The light dagger spun a few flourishes on her fingertips like a spinning top.

The dagger was sheathed in less than a second, the motion of retracting the blade smooth and seamless, without any lingering hesitation.

"N-no... no... um... your knife tricks are quite good..."

Wu Liang's mouth twitched slightly as he watched Yao Shi's practiced, almost second-nature, sheathing of the dagger.

Yao Shi probably wasn't showing off for him, right? Yes, she probably wasn't doing it on purpose, it was just a coincidence.

He hadn't expected Yao Shi to have such a skill. Ahahaha, she's so talented as a maid...

"You flatter me, Young Master. I just like to play around a bit when I cut fruit, it must be amusing for you."

Yao Shi flicked her wrist, and the dagger in her hand disappeared into her palm, as if everything that had happened was just an illusion.

Holding the fruit, she offered it to Wu Liang, then turned to tidy up the messy bed.

"Mhm... Yao Shi also has such elegant hobbies..."

Wu Liang swallowed hard and forced a stiff smile.

Play around? What normal person could flick a knife in the air and create afterimages? Are you playing Fruit Ninja here?

If he hadn't dodged so quickly, his pajamas would have probably turned into shreds of cloth by now.

"Young Master, are you planning to go to school by yourself again today? It's getting late."

Yao Shi, having finished tidying the bed, stepped aside and asked softly.

It was as if yesterday's events hadn't affected her at all; the eerie atmosphere from before had completely dissipated.

Yao Shi simply stood quietly to the side, awaiting Wu Liang's instructions, occasionally glancing at Wu Liang as he changed.

Her dark, beautiful eyes seemed to ripple with cold water, carrying a hint of aloofness, yet not lacking in gentle elegance.

"No, it'll be too late if I go now. Arrange for the driver to take me."

"Remember, don't be as ostentatious as before. Any ordinary sedan will do."

Wu Liang quickly finished the fruit and put on his clothes.

Looking at his handsome face in the mirror, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Even if he were beaten to death, he never would have guessed that this villainous Young Master would be so handsome with his hair down.

This was nothing compared to the legendary "hair transplant" technique. It seemed he had underestimated this so-called "hair determines appearance" theory.

"But isn't this hair a bit too long?"

Wu Liang frowned slightly, pinching the strands of hair in front of his forehead that were almost covering his eyes.

Is this the amount of hair needed for a pompadour? It seems the previous Wu Liang must have put in a lot of effort every day to maintain his pompadour.

"A more ordinary car? I understand. Breakfast is ready, Young Master, please eat."

Yao Shi's mind quickly scanned the cars available at home. A slightly more ordinary car? In her memory, there didn't seem to be any ordinary cars for pick-ups.

However, since Young Master had said so, she should arrange it for him. But what exactly was the definition of ordinary?

Without precise data, "ordinary" doesn't have an accurate range.

"Mhm, thank you for your trouble."

Wu Liang nodded, subtly observing Yao Shi's reaction.

It seemed she really didn't care about what happened last night anymore. Yao Shi had returned to her usual self.

Relieved, Wu Liang quickly left the bedroom and walked down the carved wooden stairs to the second floor.

He was very confident in matters arranged by Yao Shi, after all, Yao Shi's work efficiency had always been perfect and fast.

Whether it was at work or with the myriad of trivial matters in daily life.

He didn't need to say much; Yao Shi could always anticipate his thoughts and present everything perfectly to him.

It was just a matter of finding any sedan to take him to school, and Yao Shi would surely satisfy him.

Or so Wu Liang thought...

Chapter 45: Doesn't Everyone Have a Dream?

The streets were filled with passing cars and constant honking. During the morning rush hour, driving was clearly not a wise choice.

Especially when waiting for the red light at intersections, the traffic flow can often fill up half the street.

Major traffic jams are very common, especially on the street leading to Huihuangxing Academy, which is often packed with various luxury cars.

Most of the students at Huihuangxing Academy are from powerful and influential families, so this street, where luxury cars are everywhere, is often more congested than other intersections.

Harsh honking sounds rang out one after another, sounding somewhat jarring, but people could do nothing about these drivers.

After all, they were all dignitaries, and even the government feared them a little, let alone the ordinary citizens around.

"Dad, why is it so slow? What are the cars in front doing?"

The young student, sitting in the luxury car, lowered the window and looked at the unmoving traffic around with great displeasure.

This was almost a convoy of luxury cars. The traffic waiting at the intersection was without exception all luxury cars worth millions or tens of millions.

Although such a procession might seem impressive to outsiders, it meant his own presence was rendered insignificant.

He had originally hoped to be the sole focus of attention, but now, he was simply drowned out by the massive flow of vehicles.

"Sigh, who told you you had to go to that Huihuangxing Academy? Everyone there has a deep background."

"Wasn't it you, you little brat, who cried and begged to go? Regretting it now? It's too late to regret it."

The middle-aged man driving glanced at his son, his fingers tapping incessantly on the steering wheel, and he impatiently glanced at the rearview mirror.

Upon seeing the completely blocked traffic in the rearview mirror, he couldn't help but click his tongue.

Tsk tsk tsk, as expected of the nation's number one prestigious high school. Look at this traffic; even during a major metropolitan event, it might not be this terrifying.

This could also be considered a spectacular sight exclusive to Yanghai City; such a scene cannot be seen in other cities.