Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I looked at him.

Granted, he was basically a walking criminal case-rape, unlawful imprisonment, the kind of man who ought to rot in prison.

But because this was an NP novel, the male and female leads could sleep their way into feelings.

So right now, I loved him very much.

Besides, he was the male lead. He was insanely handsome, with a face more perfect than a sculpture.

And he had power beyond imagination.

On top of that, in the early chapters, he was a gorgeous ice-cold iceberg. Later on, in order to win back the female lead’s heart, he forcefully transformed himself into a big warmhearted sweetheart and even competed with other men for her favor.

He frowned and asked me, “What’s your name?”

“Yin Zhizhi,” I said, enunciating every word. “Yin as in silver. Zhi as in knowing. I am not a substitute for your white moonlight, Jin Zhizhi. I am merely a housekeeper in your home. The relationship between us must be severed.”

I glared at Jin Zhizhi with resentment. When she heard me, she burst out laughing.

That made me even angrier.

The Young Master glanced at her, and she shut up.

The others were covering their mouths, secretly laughing too.

Only a middle-aged couple looked at me with concern.

I knew it. They were Jin Zhizhi’s parents.

They were shrewd and calculating. They felt that the Young Master cared a lot about me right now, and they were afraid their daughter would suffer in the future.

Jin Zhizhi secretly said to the Young Master, “The setup she’s talking about sounds like the novel outline she sent me. Hahaha. Must be rough on you, brother-in-law.”

I looked sorrowfully at their perfectly matched backs.

Only Jin Zhizhi could stand beside the Young Master like that, bright and radiant as the sun.

I lifted my face to the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.

Leaving behind an exquisitely beautiful profile.

That was how it was written in the book.

I tilted my head up for ages, but no one paid any attention to me.

Instead, they all offered the Young Master a few words of comfort, then left.

I was the one who had fallen ill, but he was the one getting comforted.

He brought me back to the villa.

I immediately put on an apron and prepared to cook.

I was a hardworking little housekeeper.

When the servants saw me, they jumped in fright. “Young Madam, we’ll handle the cooking. You just poisoned yourself into the hospital. Please don’t make any more food.”

I couldn’t hear a word of that.

I knew these servants all meant well. After all, they often heard the sounds of the Young Master tormenting me, and they all pitied me.

The Young Master said I was nothing but a plaything, so he could do whatever he wanted to me. Since his white moonlight was precious and untouchable, she had to remain pure and clean.

I cried so, so bitterly.

But now that I had transmigrated here, I would not give him another chance to trample all over me. Once I collected this month’s wages, I was going to leave him.

Running away was the soul of this novel.

His brothers were actually pretty decent. Since this was an NP novel, I still had to respect the setup.

If I didn’t follow the plot, maybe I would disappear? Or get electrocuted?

Anyway, that was how it always went in the other transmigration novels I’d read.