Chapter 238
Chapter 238
Yun Youyou entered the Instance full of joy.
[Have fun.]
The Game’s voice drifted from far away, carrying a trace of hidden cunning.
A soft pillow. A fragrant blanket.
Feeling the softness beneath her, Yun Youyou had no desire to climb out of bed.
She knew nothing about this Instance’s plot.
[This will make the surprise and experience more immersive.]
The Game offered a high-sounding excuse and threw Yun Youyou into the Instance.
“Madam, dinner is ready.”
A timid female voice came from outside.
“Understood.”
Yun Youyou straightened her slightly messy hair, slipped into her slippers, and sat before the vanity mirror.
She wore a pink silk robe as smooth as a second skin.
Its collar hung slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbones and the tempting scenery below.
Yun Youyou adjusted the collar, tightened the belt, and only then opened the door.
She froze at the castle-like villa beyond it.
Even the corridors were covered in Australian wool carpeting.
This was obscenely luxurious.
Through the corridor windows, she could see an endless sea of roses in the courtyard.
The Game had created an entire manor.
Yun Youyou had expected it to play tricks, but it had worked surprisingly hard.
So I misunderstood it.
Yun Youyou felt a little guilty for wrongly accusing an honest Game.
She had just reached the ground floor.
There, she encountered the maid who had knocked earlier.
“Madam, the Master is waiting in the dining room.”
Master?
Yun Youyou froze at the title.
Had the Game arranged an elderly handsome man for her?
The maid NPC continued reciting her lines.
“Madam, please stop quarreling with the Master. He imprisoned you here only because he loves you too much. He has given you his whole heart. He simply struggles to express himself.”
From the maid’s explanation, had the Game created some painfully passionate romance script?
The maid continued reciting beside her.
Yun Youyou responded absently and walked forward.
She was more interested in seeing what her old baby looked like.
“Madam, you’re going the wrong way. That’s the movie theater.”
Yun Youyou quickly turned around.
“Madam, that’s wrong again. That’s the gym.”
Yun Youyou changed direction again.
“Madam, that’s the kitchen.”
“…”
What normal person built a maze inside their home?
Yun Youyou became angry.
She stopped walking and sat directly on the floor. There was carpet anyway.
The maid called out again.
“Wrong, Madam. This is the villa’s 356th floor tile.”
“…”
Yun Youyou surrendered.
“Fine. I give up. Lead me to the dining room.”
The maid covered her mouth with a smile and walked ahead to guide Yun Youyou.
After countless turns and an unknown distance, they finally reached the dining room.
Yun Youyou finally understood what it felt like for a CEO to wake on an eight-hundred-square-meter bed.
It felt like having to pee urgently, frequently, and incompletely.
It felt like sprinting at full speed only to wet your pants anyway.
The maid opened the red solid-wood doors.
“Madam, please enter.”
Inside, Yun Youyou found a dining table a full hundred yards long.
A figure sat at the far end.
Rows of attendants in white shirts stood along both sides of the room.
When Yun Youyou entered, they bowed and shouted together.
“Greetings, Madam!”
Yun Youyou: …I’m not fine. I’m not fine at all.
She squinted for ages but still could not see what the man at the far end looked like.
“Do you have binoculars?”
Yun Youyou suddenly turned to the maid beside her.
“Y-yes.”
Though surprised, the maid quickly ran out and back.
She panted heavily.
“M-Madam, here are the binoculars you requested.”
“Thank you.”
After taking them, Yun Youyou finally saw her old baby’s true face.
“Hi!”
“Can you hear me?”
Yun Youyou waved toward the distance.
The man in the binoculars merely frowned without reacting.
“Madam…”
The maid cautiously poked Yun Youyou’s arm.
Yun Youyou lowered the binoculars.
“What?”
Like a frightened Little Rabbit, the maid whispered, “If Madam wishes to speak with the Master, someone nearby can relay the message.”
“Or you may use a walkie-talkie.”
The maid produced one from nowhere.
“…”
Yun Youyou accepted it with a complicated expression.
She held down the button.
“Shuke, Shuke, are you the cartoon mouse who flies a plane?”
The man a hundred yards away heard her voice through the radio.
He frowned, then quickly relaxed, even looking slightly amused.
“Then are you Beta, the cartoon mouse who drives a tank?”
Yun Youyou said, “No. I’m the Battalion Commander from the war drama, here to fire the Italian cannon.”
Fu Yiming laughed.
After several days apart, she was still so entertaining.
The maid pulled out a chair.
Yun Youyou sat.
She and Fu Yiming were separated by roughly a million miles.
Only the Monkey King could cross it in one somersault.
The attendants began serving dinner.
Only a few dishes sat on the long table, all placed precisely in the middle.
“Could you move the food closer?”
Yun Youyou asked politely.
The attendant refused. “No, Madam. The center is more elegant.”
“All right.”
Yun Youyou measured with her chopsticks.
The dishes were only about ninety-nine yards away.
This was when she needed friends and family to help slash the price.
If everyone took one slash at the table, they could eat immediately.
Dinner had begun.
Yet neither Yun Youyou nor Fu Yiming moved.
Yun Youyou held the walkie-talkie.
“President Fu, you eat first.”
Fu Yiming said, “Just call me by my name. Ladies first.”
Even after staring for ages, Yun Youyou could not make out the dishes.
She crooked a finger at the maid.
“Can you get me an excavator?”
The maid’s legs nearly gave out.
“Madam, we truly don’t have an excavator.”
Yun Youyou thought.
“Do you have a knife?”
The maid did not know why Madam wanted one.
Still, she ran out like a rabbit and returned with a knife.
“Madam, here is the knife you requested.”
Yun Youyou accepted it and examined it carefully.
She tested its weight.
The blade gleamed sharply under the lights.
The maid silently backed away.
It felt as though Madam might start chopping people at any moment.
Yun Youyou casually swung the knife.
The two pillars supporting the tabletop were instantly cut halfway through.
Her end of the table immediately sank.
According to the Pythagorean theorem, the Pareto principle, and Murphy’s law–
The dishes sliding toward Yun Youyou had absolutely nothing to do with any of them.
Every human and ghost present watched the plates slide in stunned silence.
They wanted elegance, right?
Was this elegant enough?