Yao Shi tilted her head in confusion. Young Master Wu Liang seemed to have a girlfriend.
And if she remembered correctly, she was a gold-digger he had only recently gotten together with. Had the young master gotten tired of her so quickly?
"Forget it. I only need to follow the young master's orders."
Yao Shi shook her head, brushing those thoughts away.
She had no right to interfere in the young master's private life. Whoever he liked had nothing to do with her.
Mm, that was right. It had absolutely nothing to do with her.
"Start making preparations now."
Yao Shi glanced at the old man in the room and left without looking back.
She was merely the young master's maid. Other than that, she was nothing...
The Young Master Didn't Want a Pompadour
The next morning.
"No! Stop it!! What the hell are you doing?!"
Amid piercing screams echoing through the corridor, Wu Liang staggered out of the hospital room with a mess of indescribable foam piled on his head.
His face was filled with panic, as though he had encountered something utterly terrifying, leaving him in a thoroughly sorry state.
These maids had gone mad. The moment he opened his eyes, they had started stripping off his clothes.
If he had not seen that the girls were dressed in maid uniforms similar to Yao Shi's, Wu Liang would have thought they were trying to rape him.
"Good grief..."
Wu Liang leaned against the wall, panting heavily. It had taken every ounce of his strength to escape those girls.
Who exactly were those girls? If he remembered right, Wu Liang should have only had Yao Shi as his personal maid.
And where had Yao Shi gone? Could someone explain why all these girls had suddenly appeared in his room?
"Young Master Wu Liang, please stop moving! We only wish to help you change and style your hair."
Several maids emerged from the room holding clothes and curling irons, looking utterly relentless.
Yet the maids were also confused by the panicked Young Master Wu Liang before them. Had they not always served him together?
Why did the young master look as though he had seen a ghost the moment he saw them today?
"I can change clothes myself. As for the hair wax and curling irons in your hands..."
Wu Liang wiped the sticky liquid from his head, and an ominous feeling immediately rose in his heart.
Wasn't that an excessive amount of hair wax? Unless they were doing some special hairstyle, there was no need for so much.
"Young Master Wu Liang, your pompadour requires special styling. It would be difficult for you to do it alone."
"Didn't we always style your pompadour for you before? Why are you refusing so strongly today?"
The girls looked at one another in complete bewilderment.
Why was the young master so resistant to them today? Had they done something wrong?
"Huh?? A pompadour...?"
Only then did Wu Liang suddenly remember something. In the game's setting, Wu Liang was indeed a villainous young master with a pompadour.
Apparently, it was Wu Liang's most distinctive aesthetic in the game. He believed a pompadour was the hairstyle with the most domineering aura.
Not only could it deliver a powerful visual impact, it could also highlight his unruly, wicked air.
"No... no pompadour... You won't have to trouble yourselves with it again... I really can't pull it off..."
Wu Liang covered his forehead helplessly. The Wu Liang in the game had been a die-hard pompadour fanatic. How had he forgotten that?
But he truly could not handle a hairstyle like a pompadour. Starting today, he had better say goodbye to it for good.
"What?! You're actually giving up the pompadour?!"
The maids widened their eyes and stared at Wu Liang in disbelief.
The young master who had adored pompadours for seventeen years was actually abandoning his faith?!
"Stop digging up the corpse... Don't mention the pompadour again... It's too embarrassing..."
Wu Liang looked at the maids with a twitching eye. Stop talking. Stop bringing up such embarrassing things.
Were they deliberately making fun of him? He could not accept such a setting as a pompadour.
"I don't mean anything by it. I'm simply surprised that the young master suddenly wishes to give up his pompadour."
A maid who looked around seventeen pushed up her glasses and spoke with concern.
After all, to the young master, his pompadour was something as important as life itself.
Now that he was saying he would abandon it just like that, she could not help worrying. Had the young master been troubled by something, causing him to become like this?
"No... that's not what I mean... I just..."
"The young master's thoughts are not something we can fathom. Since he intends to give up the pompadour from today onward, as maids, all we need to do is obey."
Pure black heels clicked crisply against the corridor floor.
Yao Shi, now dressed in another fitted Japanese-style maid uniform with a short skirt, approached from afar.
Compared to the elegant, plain European maid dress, the fitted little black Japanese dress better emphasized Yao Shi's alluring figure.
The skirt fell at just the right length, covering two-thirds of her thighs, while clinging tightly to her slender, jade-like legs wrapped in sheer white stockings trimmed with lace.
Even Wu Liang, who considered his self-control formidable, could not help stealing a few extra glances at Yao Shi's beautiful legs.
"Young Master, it's getting late. If you wash up quickly now, you should still make it in time."
Yao Shi walked over to Wu Liang. Compared to the light makeup she wore yesterday, her look today was much plainer.
Yet even without makeup, Yao Shi's beauty did not diminish in the slightest. Instead, she possessed an even more refined elegance, like a pristine lotus.
"You may all leave. From today onward, the young master will handle his own daily needs."
"That is what you mean, isn't it, Young Master Wu Liang?"
After giving the maids before her their orders, Yao Shi turned to Wu Liang.
If she had not guessed wrong, the current Young Master Wu Liang was no longer the young master he used to be.
Overall, that was a good thing. Perhaps the young master had suddenly come to his senses, or perhaps that shot put had thoroughly knocked him awake.
"That's what I mean. So, everyone, I can handle changing, washing up, and everything else by myself from now on."
Wu Liang looked at Yao Shi beside him. In her full seven-centimeter heels, she was nearly as tall as he was.
Her presence was astonishingly strong, leaving him somewhat dazed.
But when he caught sight of the glimpse of snowy white at her chest, Wu Liang's old face flushed, and he hurriedly turned away.
"Very well. Since Young Master Wu Liang has said so, we'll take our leave first."
The maids exchanged strange looks, seemingly wondering why the young master had suddenly become like a different person.
But when they met Yao Shi's icy gaze, their faces immediately paled, and they hurried away.
"You scared them."
Wu Liang looked at the girls fleeing as though they had seen a demon, unable to laugh or cry.
You were all maids. Could you not be so afraid of Yao Shi?
"I am the young master's personal maid. My status is naturally much higher than theirs."
"Besides, because of my personality, it's normal for those girls to fear me."
Yao Shi shook her head. Among the many maids, she had always been a loner.
Coupled with her overly cold and distant personality, the other maids would only sneak away whenever they saw her.
"You... Forget it... We won't talk about that for now... I need to get to school..."
Wu Liang patted Yao Shi's shoulder with deep earnestness.
I should find a way to help Yao Shi make some friends...
The Young Master Didn't Want to Be Late
A black shadow flashed swiftly through the bustling street, moving as fast as a hunting dog sprinting at full speed.
It weaved through the crowds on the pedestrian street and flickered amid the endless stream of traffic.
Many people merely felt a violent gust sweep past their ears. By the time they turned toward where it had vanished, they could only vaguely make out a blurry back.
"I'm going to be late..."
Wu Liang ran through an alley with dark lines all over his face. He did not want his new school life to be stained by skipping class.
Like he was doing parkour, he dodged one obstacle after another and leaped over ditches under construction.
As he ran, Wu Liang checked the watch on his wrist. He could barely make it in time.
If one had to ask why Wu Liang was racing alone through the streets and alleys, then they would have to rewind time five minutes.
Five minutes earlier — Hospital Entrance.
"Congratulations on the young master's discharge!"
The ear-splitting roar nearly sent Wu Liang, who had just stepped out of the hospital lobby, straight to the grave.
He stared blankly at the rows of Lincoln limousines parked before the hospital and the burly men already waiting beside them.
Wu Liang immediately felt as though he had been struck senseless by a blow to the head. What were these people trying to do? Were they holding a funeral for him?
Were they bringing so many Lincolns to see him off? Why not carry over a coffin while they were at it?
"Young Master, please get in. The escort team is ready."
The two burly men standing beside the central Lincoln limousine respectfully approached Wu Liang and gestured for him to enter.
At the center of five pure black Lincoln limousines sat an extended pure white Lincoln, especially eye-catching among the convoy.
"Couldn't we keep things a little lower-profile?"
Wu Liang looked at the two black-clad bodyguards from his household with dark lines all over his face.
Did he look like he dared get into that car? He was afraid that once he got in, they would take him straight to the crematorium!
You were making such a huge spectacle just for school. Anyone unaware would think some national leader had arrived.
And what was this escort team supposed to be? Why was that white Lincoln limousine in the middle so much more distinctive than all the others?
If they were truly escorting some important figure, were they deliberately preparing the most conspicuous target because they were afraid assassins would not recognize them?
"Young Master? Hasn't this always been your usual way of traveling?"
The two burly men were at a loss upon hearing this. Their young master had always done things this way.
Why was he suddenly saying that it was too high-profile today?
"Is... is that so... In any case, there's no need for this in the future. Just let me go to the academy by myself today."
"Don't follow me. I occasionally want to enjoy some time alone too."
Wu Liang lightly punched the two burly men in the chest, then left through another route.
As he glanced back at the luxury cars lined along the street, Wu Liang silently apologized to the guards.
Everyone, you've really suffered, serving the idiot I used to be all these years.
"Young Master..."
The two burly men stared in bewilderment as Wu Liang vanished around a street corner after only a few strides.
They could not help feeling that the young master had become much more cheerful and approachable, completely unlike the lofty young master he used to be.
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