Villain Young Master Doesn't Want to Fall in Love with the Cute Domineering Female Lead Chapter 5

Yao Shi tilted her head, a little confused. Young Master Wu Liang seemed to have a girlfriend.

And if she remembered correctly, she was a gold digger he had only recently started dating. Had the Young Master grown tired of her so quickly?

"Never mind, I just need to do as the Young Master ordered."

Yao Shi shook her head, dismissing the thoughts from her mind.

She had no right to interfere in the Young Master's private life. Who he liked had nothing to do with her.

Yes, absolutely nothing to do with her.

"Let's get started 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...

Chapter 7: The Young Master Doesn't Want a Pompadour

The next morning

"No! Stop it! What are you guys doing?!"

Accompanied by piercing screams echoing through the corridor, Wu Liang, with a pile of indescribable foam on his head, stumbled out of the hospital room.

His expression was one of utter panic, as if he had encountered something terrifying, leaving him in a state of disarray.

Were these maids insane? The moment he opened his eyes, they had started trying to undress him.

If he hadn't seen the girls wearing maid outfits similar to Yao Shi's, Wu Liang would have thought they were trying to assault him.

"This is insane..."

Wu Liang leaned against the wall, panting. It had taken all his strength to escape from those girls.

Who were these girls? If he remembered correctly, Wu Liang should only have Yao Shi as his personal maid.

Speaking of which, where had Yao Shi gone? Could someone explain to him what was going on with these girls who had suddenly appeared in his room?

"Young Master Wu Liang, please don't move! We're just here to change your clothes and style your hair."

Several maids emerged from the room, holding clothes and curling irons, their demeanor somewhat aggressive.

However, the maids were a bit puzzled by the flustered Young Master Wu Liang before them. Didn't the Young Master Wu Liang usually have them attend to him?

Why was the Young Master acting like he had seen a ghost upon seeing them today?

"I can change myself. As for the hairspray and curling iron in your hands..."

Wu Liang wiped the sticky liquid from his head, a bad premonition dawning on him.

Wasn't the amount of hairspray a bit excessive? You wouldn't need this much unless you were going for a special hairstyle.

"Young Master Wu Liang, your pompadour requires special styling, and it's difficult for you to do it yourself."

"Didn't we always style your pompadour for you before? Why are you refusing so much today?"

The girls looked at each other, utterly bewildered.

Why was the Young Master resisting them so much today? Had they done something wrong?

"Huh?? Pompadour...?"

Hearing this, Wu Liang suddenly remembered something. Wu Liang's game setting was indeed that of a villainous young master with a pompadour.

It was said to be Wu Liang's most unique aesthetic in the game, believing the pompadour to be the most majestic hairstyle.

This not only created a visually striking impression but also highlighted his unrestrained, wicked charm.

"No... no need for the pompadour... and you don't need to bother me with it anymore... I really can't hold it up..."

Wu Liang said with a helpless sigh, covering his forehead. The Wu Liang in the game was a true pompadour enthusiast, how could he have forgotten about this?

However, he personally couldn't handle the pompadour hairstyle. From today onwards, it would be best to say goodbye to the pompadour altogether.

"What! You're giving up the pompadour!!!"

The maids' eyes widened, staring at Wu Liang in disbelief.

The Young Master, who had loved the pompadour for 17 years, was now abandoning his faith!

"Stop digging up the past... Don't mention the pompadour anymore... It's so embarrassing..."

Wu Liang's eyes twitched as he looked at the maids. Stop talking, don't say such embarrassing things anymore.

Are you guys deliberately teasing me here? He couldn't accept this pompadour setting.

"I don't mean anything else, I just find it surprising that the Young Master is suddenly giving up the pompadour."

A maid, who looked about 17 years old, pushed up her glasses and said with a hint of concern.

After all, for the Young Master, the pompadour was as important as life itself.

To abandon it so readily now made her somewhat worried. Perhaps the Young Master had something on his mind that caused him to act this way.

"No... I don't mean that... I just..."

"We cannot fathom the Young Master's thoughts. Since the Young Master has decided to give up the pompadour starting today, we, as maids, only need to comply."

The crisp sound of pure black high heels echoed on the hallway floor.

Yao Shi, who had changed into a different outfit – a short, form-fitting Japanese maid dress – approached from a distance.

Compared to the elegant and simple European-style maid dress, the Japanese-style tight black dress accentuated Yao Shi's alluring figure.

The hem of the skirt was perfectly placed, covering two-thirds of her thigh and hugging her slender legs, adorned with lace-trimmed sheer white stockings.

Even Wu Liang, who considered himself to have strong willpower, couldn't help but glance a few extra times at Yao Shi's delicate, beautiful legs.

"Young Master, it's getting late. If you quickly go wash up, there should still be time."

Yao Shi walked up to Wu Liang. Compared to the light makeup she wore yesterday, Yao Shi was even more natural today.

Yet, even without makeup, Yao Shi's beauty was undiminished. Instead, it gave off an aura of pure, elegant charm, like a delicate lotus.

"You may all withdraw. From today onwards, the Young Master will handle his own daily routines."

"That's what you mean, isn't it, Young Master Wu Liang?"

After instructing the maids in front of her, Yao Shi turned to look at Wu Liang.

If she wasn't mistaken, the current Young Master Wu Liang was no longer the same Young Master he used to be.

Overall, this was a good thing. One could say the Young Master had suddenly become enlightened, or perhaps that shot put had thoroughly woken him up.

"That's exactly what I mean. So, all you maids, from now on, I can handle my own dressing and washing."

Wu Liang looked at Yao Shi, who stood beside him in heels that were at least 7cm high, making her almost as tall as him.

Her aura was surprisingly strong, leaving him momentarily stunned.

But upon seeing the patch of snow-white on her chest, Wu Liang's old face flushed, and he quickly looked away.

"Alright, since Young Master Wu Liang has said so, we shall withdraw for now."

The maids exchanged strange glances, as if wondering why the Young Master had suddenly changed so much.

However, when they met Yao Shi's cold gaze, their faces turned pale, and they quickly left.

"You scared them."

Wu Liang looked at the girls who had fled as if they had seen a ghost, with a wry smile.

"You're all maids, can you please not be so afraid of Yao Shi?"

"I am the Young Master's personal maid, and my status is inherently much higher than theirs."

"Coupled with my personal disposition, it's quite normal for those girls to be afraid of me."

Yao Shi shook her head. She had always been a loner among the maids.

Combined with her own aloof personality, the other maids would only sneak away when they saw her.

"You... forget it... never mind... I have to go to school..."

Wu Liang patted Yao Shi's shoulder with a tone full of earnest emotion.

He should think of a way to help Yao Shi make some friends...

Chapter 8: The Young Master Doesn't Want to Be Late

A black shadow flashed by on the bustling street, moving incredibly fast, like a hound running at full speed.

Weaving through the crowds on the pedestrian street, darting through the heavy traffic.

Many people felt a gust of wind brush past their ears. When they turned to look at where the person had disappeared, they could only vaguely see a blurred figure.

"I'm going to be late..."

Wu Liang ran down a small path, his forehead covered in sweat. He didn't want to start his new academy life with a mark of truancy.

He dodged obstacles like a parkour runner, leaping over construction ditches.

As he ran, Wu Liang checked his watch. It seemed he could just barely make it.

If you were to ask why Wu Liang was weaving through the streets and alleys alone, we would need to rewind the clock five minutes.

Five Minutes Ago, Hospital Entrance

"Welcome, Young Master, home from the hospital!"

The deafening roar almost sent Wu Liang, who had just walked out of the hospital lobby, packing.

He stared blankly at the rows of Lincoln limousines parked in front of the hospital and the burly men already waiting by the cars.

Wu Liang felt as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer, completely dazed. What are you guys trying to do? Are you here for my funeral??

Why bring so many Lincolns? Are you here to see me off? Why don't you bring a coffin too??

"Young Master, please get in. The security team is ready."

Two burly men from the center of the Lincoln convoy respectfully approached Wu Liang, gesturing for him to get in.

In the center of the five pure black Lincoln limousines was a stretched, pure white Lincoln, which stood out remarkably among the convoy.

"Wait, can we be a little more low-key??"

Wu Liang stared, a vein throbbing in his temple, at the two burly guards in black from his own household.

Do I look like someone who dares to get in that car? I'm afraid if I get in, you'll take me straight to the crematorium!

You're making such a huge fuss just to go to school. Anyone who didn't know better would think a national leader had arrived.

And what is this ridiculous escort, anyway? Why are there so many Lincolns, and why is the white Lincoln limousine in the middle the most conspicuous?

If you were actually escorting some important figure, wouldn't you be afraid the assassins wouldn't recognize them, so you'd specifically prepare the most obvious target?

"Young Master? Isn't this how you always travel?"

The two burly men were momentarily bewildered. Their young master had always traveled like this.

Why was he saying this method was too ostentatious today?

"Is... is that so... In any case, you won't need to do this anymore. Today, let me go to the academy by myself."

"Don't follow me. I occasionally want to enjoy some time alone."

Wu Liang playfully punched the chests of the two burly men before leaving the area via a different route.

Glancing back at the luxury cars lining the street, Wu Liang silently apologized to these bodyguards in his heart.

You all have worked hard serving such an idiotic me for so many years.

"Young Master..."

The two burly men stared dumbfoundedly at Wu Liang, who had disappeared around a street corner in two or three leaps.

They felt as if the Young Master had become much more cheerful and approachable, completely unlike the aloof Young Master he used to be.