Chapter 182
Chapter 182
Thanks a lot, old man. A man in a vegetative state. What a match.
Yun Youyou immediately declined with tact.
“I’ve never managed to keep a plant alive. A man in a vegetative state would be in grave danger with me.”
“Exactly!”
The old woman joined in. “She’s a perfectly healthy young lady. Why should she spend her life with someone in a vegetative state?”
The old man gave her an annoyed look.
“What’s wrong with that? He won’t talk back when you scold him or fight back when you hit him.”
“Enough bickering, you two. Hurry up and play a tile.”
Another old man urged them impatiently.
“Well, look at you keeping up with fashion. Why do you wear a Bluetooth earpiece all day?”
The old woman turned and noticed an earpiece on the man who had just spoken.
“You country bumpkin, it’s a hearing aid! What Bluetooth earpiece?”
The old man could not resist rolling his eyes.
Listening from the side, Yun Youyou immediately decided to retreat.
These elders were too old. If they went to work for the Game, their aging bones might fall apart on the spot.
She signaled Wang Yuanyou with her eyes, and the two quietly withdrew while no one was watching.
“What do we do with all these leftover flyers?”
Wang Yuanyou clutched a thick stack. The weight nearly broke his arms.
Yun Youyou took more than half and helped carry the load.
“What else can we do? We’ll find another opportunity.”
There was no hurry.
As long as the Game did not pressure her, she could keep slacking on the job.
Humans should never speak of certain things, and neither should ghosts.
On the way back, Yun Youyou happened to mention the Game. The instant she returned to the villa, the Game appeared.
For a moment, Yun Youyou wanted to pretend she could not hear it.
She hugged her little blanket and threw a tantrum. “I’m not listening! I’m not listening! I’m not listening!”
The Game: [Refuse to listen, and you die.]
Yun Youyou said, “Fine. I’m listening.”
The Game’s heart was already exhausted before it even reached the main subject.
Forget it. Talking was too much trouble.
Without saying another word, the Game threw Yun Youyou directly into an Instance.
Poor Yun Youyou had no time to react before white light swallowed her.
“Aaaaaah!”
Within the light, Yun Youyou shouted, “I, Yun Youyou, will return!”
The Game: […You’re the only one making a scene.]
When she opened her eyes again, Yun Youyou seemed to be lying on some kind of soft cushion.
Everything beneath her was plush, and everything in sight was a coquettish pink.
Only one thought occupied her mind: Pink is delicate. How old are you now?
Yun Youyou sat up on the pink princess bed.
This appeared to be a bedroom.
An exceptionally luxurious bedroom.
The sleeping area alone covered more than a thousand square feet, with a private walk-in closet and bathroom beside it.
Yun Youyou: “?”
Had she become rich in her sleep?
A set of memories was transmitted directly into her mind.
The Game could not be bothered explaining and simply sent her the information.
Calling it information was generous. It consisted of only a few sentences.
In this Instance, Yun Youyou was a wealthy widow with three Stepsons. After her husband died, he left all his property to her, leaving the three Stepsons deeply dissatisfied.
Yun Youyou’s spirits soared.
At last, she had received a good role!
She had waited so long for this day.
The Game knew Yun Youyou’s nature well and added one line in bold black text.
Current character setting: MELANCHOLY! FRAIL!
If she broke character in front of a Player, a certain amount of Experience Points would be deducted.
Yun Youyou was brimming with confidence.
She understood. She only had to play a melancholy, frail young Stepmother.
That was her specialty!
Yun Youyou wrapped herself in the silk robe nearby. Before leaving, she stopped at the vanity mirror to inspect herself.
Her complexion looked too rosy, and her lips were too pink. She looked much too healthy.
She immediately picked up a cushion compact and began patting makeup over her face, adding several layers to her lips as well.
Only when she looked deathly pale did Yun Youyou stop.
The living room was already full.
Everyone sat rigidly upright on the sofas.
Clearly, none of them knew whether the others were Players, and each regarded the rest with caution.
The slap of slippers came down the stairs.
Everyone looked up together.
The newcomer had waterfall-black hair loosely gathered behind her head. A few strands fell beside her face, lending her an even frailer air.
Her snow-clear skin was so pale it looked almost transparent. Her delicate brows pinched with private sorrow, making others long to smooth away every crease in the beauty’s heart.
“Madam, everyone is here.”
The elderly Butler in a tailcoat stood calmly behind Yun Youyou.
“Mm.”
Yun Youyou nodded, sat in the central seat, and swiftly swept her gaze across the room.
Oh? There was a familiar face this time.
The former Noble Consort Shen was here too.
Shen Mingzhen nearly lost control of his expression when he saw Yun Youyou.
What was this Female Ghost doing here?
After his initial shock, he quickly composed himself.
The kindly old Butler brought someone in from outside.
“This is the Master’s lawyer. He is here today to read the will.”
Yun Youyou began crying on command.
Soft sobs echoed through the living room.
“Oh, Master, how could you leave so soon? You left me here all alone to enjoy–”
She had nearly spoken her true thoughts.
Yun Youyou hurriedly corrected herself. “You left me here all alone to suffer! What meaning does my life have now?”
The old Butler wiped moisture from the corner of his eye and comforted her. “Madam, please don’t grieve too deeply. If the Master hears you down below, he will only worry more.”
Watching Yun Youyou perform, Shen Mingzhen could not stop the corner of his mouth from twitching.
When this woman started acting, she had one routine after another: a Sow in a bra, equipped with the full set.
Back then, Yun Youyou had been the Emperor, and he had been merely Noble Consort Shen. Now he had become the Third Young Master, only for Yun Youyou to become his Stepmother.
Shen Mingzhen inexplicably felt that she had pushed him down another rank.
“How much longer are you going to spout this nonsense?”
A man nearby impatiently interrupted them.
Yun Youyou looked over.
He appeared to be in his thirties, tall and powerfully built. The muscles in his forearms reminded Yun Youyou of beef shank.
Mm… She was suddenly craving beef.
The old Butler frowned in disapproval. “Young Master, you should show your mother some respect.”
The Young Master spat.
“She’s younger than I am! If she could’ve given birth to me, I’d call her Grandpa!”
The old Butler began, “But she was still the Master’s–”
Yun Youyou raised a hand to stop him and gave a frail sigh.
“Forget it. The Young Master means no harm. Let the lawyer begin.”
Shen Mingzhen’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
This was not Yun Youyou at all. The Yun Youyou he knew was a shameless old bastard. She might punch this man’s head apart, but she would never be this gentle!
Yun Youyou pretended not to notice Shen Mingzhen’s existential crisis.