Chapter 1008: Chapter 1008: Sending My Remaining Life Afar (Part 2)
Chuzheng was pushed into the villa.
A cold aura greeted her.
“Miss Song.” The servant waited nervously at the entrance, and upon seeing Chuzheng return, immediately stepped forward. Panic was evident in their eyes and fear written on their face.
Uncle Bai let go of Chuzheng’s wheelchair and spoke softly, “You are dismissed.”
The servant turned pale, “No… Uncle Bai, I know I was wrong. It was my fault for not taking better care of Miss Song. Please give me another chance.”
“Take her away,” Uncle Bai instructed the bodyguard behind him.
Chuzheng rested her chin on her hand, her expression indifferent, as if watching a play while standing outside it.
Uncle Bai couldn’t help but let his gaze fall on her.
“Miss Song… Miss Song, please plead for me. I truly know my mistake. Miss Song, please…” The servant, seeing that pleading with Uncle Bai was useless, redirected their effort to Chuzheng.
Chuzheng glanced at the servant, her lips parting with cold indifference, “Pleading with me is useless.”
I’m still a “Canary” now.
No ability to save you.
Uncle Bai waved his hand, and the bodyguard immediately pulled the servant away.
The villa quieted down. Uncle Bai pushed Chuzheng upstairs, “Miss Song, please rest well. The new servants will arrive soon.”
Chuzheng got up from the wheelchair and walked into her room. After closing the door, the smile on Uncle Bai’s face slowly faded.
Chuzheng stayed in the villa for a week. Not mentioning the Good Person Card, she hadn’t even seen the mosquito with the surname Yu.
The only advantage was… That bastard hadn’t given her any tasks.
Chuzheng found living here quite nice.
There were people to attend to her needs; she didn’t have to worry about food, drink, or anything else, and didn’t need to squander money.
Speaking of which, the original owner was confined here, but the other party didn’t do anything to her, just restricted her from leaving.
Uncle Bai looked at the person in the garden, frowning. He personally took the tray from the new servant and walked towards Chuzheng.
Chuzheng lay leisurely on the rattan chair, swaying.
“Miss Song, it’s tea time.”
“Put it there.” Chuzheng raised her hand casually, her palm a bit rough, but her fingers were long and beautiful.
Uncle Bai placed the items beside her, clasped his hands in front of him, and stood observing Chuzheng.
Over the past days, Uncle Bai was certain that this person had changed.
At first, it was the change in her eyes and expressions.
But now, this girl exuded a different aura entirely, doing everything with composure, carrying an elegance and grace befitting a lady of high status—not like before…
Uncle Bai lingered nearby, forcing Chuzheng to sit up from the rattan chair and move over to start her tea.
She had to eat; otherwise, the butler wouldn’t leave.
Just like if she didn’t eat, the servants wouldn’t leave either.
Perhaps… a villa culture?
Considering the lack of wasting money, I’ll bear with you guys.
Chuzheng was halfway through eating when she suddenly felt something was off, her body starting to itch.
Chuzheng glanced at the pastry she was eating, noticing tiny nut pieces within.
The original owner was allergic to nuts.
The butler seemed to realize something, swiftly checked the pastry, and quickly called for someone to send Chuzheng to the hospital.
Chuzheng hadn’t eaten much, so it wasn’t severe.
Chuzheng never expected she’d end up back in the hospital.
“Miss Song, it’s my oversight for not informing the servants about your dietary restrictions,” Uncle Bai apologized upon entering, “I’m truly sorry.”
Chuzheng leaned against the headboard, her tone cool and distant, “You wanted to test whether I was swapped out, right.”
The original owner might not understand this butler, but Chuzheng could see that this person had undergone special training.
With such a significant change, it would be strange if he didn’t doubt.
Uncle Bai’s heart skipped slightly.
Chuzheng continued, “You don’t need to test, I haven’t been swapped out, so relax.” It’s just that a different heart is inside.
Saying this much, Uncle Bai had to follow along, “Then could I ask Miss Song why there’s such a major change?”
“Died once, can’t have a bit of change?” Chuzheng replied perfunctorily.
This truly isn’t just a bit.
If it weren’t for this face, she would have completely changed into a different person!
Uncle Bai exited the ward.
If swapped out, one wouldn’t be so high-profile, afraid others wouldn’t suspect, right?
But it can’t be ruled out… going against convention.
Thinking this, he reported everything to his master.
[Main task: Please become a Diamond-level Member of the ‘Golden Sunshine’ Club, limited to three days.]
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Chuzheng nearly choked on a grape.
That bastard’s way of assigning tasks seems off?
Golden Sunshine Club?
If I beat up that club’s person in charge, wouldn’t I become a member?
[Please note, miss, you must complete it in a lavish way, otherwise there will be a rewind.]
You didn’t mention this earlier!!
[Miss, I’m telling you now.]
Chuzheng lashed out at the table with a kick.
There was no electronic equipment in the villa that could access the internet, the only usable device was the TV.
Regrettably, it only received television signal.
Chuzheng walked out of the room, and the servant was just bringing something in. Chuzheng followed the servant back to her room.
“Miss… Miss Song, is something the matter?”
The previous Miss Song never spoke, no matter what the servant said, she acted as if she couldn’t hear, with a cold face, somewhat frightening.
Why today such an anomaly?
Chuzheng closed the door, “Do you have a phone?”
The servant glanced at the closed door, nodded, “Y-yes.”
“N-no way.” The servant shook their head firmly, decisively refusing her, “Uncle Bai said Miss Song cannot use a phone, Miss Song, please don’t make things difficult for me…”
The servant’s eyes carried a pleading look.
Here, the butler’s words were like an Imperial Decree.
This job wasn’t tough, and the pay was good.
She didn’t want to lose this job.
Chuzheng took out a wad of cash, placed it on the table, fingers tapping atop it with a light tone, “Lend it to me for a while, don’t worry, I won’t do anything, just want to check something.”
The servant shook their head.
Chuzheng added another wad of cash.
But still shook their head, “Miss Song, please don’t force me, it’s really not possible, if Uncle Bai finds out, I won’t be able to explain, please don’t make things difficult for me.”
The servant glanced at the two wads of cash and decisively turned to leave.
Chuzheng stepped over, blocking the door.
The servant was on the verge of tears.
Chuzheng placed a wad of cash in her hand, “If you don’t tell, I won’t tell, who would know?”
At this time, Uncle Bai usually wouldn’t be in the villa. She had that bastard check; there was no surveillance in the room, so as long as the servant kept silent, no one would know.
After all, at this moment in the villa, only the servant was here.
The bodyguards were outside guarding; they wouldn’t come inside.
“All this is yours.” Chuzheng said generously, “If not enough, I can add more.”
Where did Miss Song get so much money?