Shen Wanyue’s eyes widened, looking at her husband in disbelief.
“Wang Sheng, do you know what you’re saying?”
That day, her husband abandoned her and fled for his life, and that night, he actually asked her to work for Lin Dong, which basically meant sleeping with Lin Dong, didn't it?
An unspeakable disappointment and chill swept over her, leaving her unable to even feel angry.
“Cough, cough.” Wang Sheng knew what it meant to let his wife work for Lin Dong, but he was too hungry.
Having lived for over 20 years, it was the first time he felt that when a person was extremely hungry, they didn't even have the desire to argue.
He had initially hoped to rely on bartering for supplies today, but now that hope was completely dashed. His only hope for survival was to rely on his wife working to earn him a piece of bread.
“Don’t be agitated, Wan Yue. You just need to help him tidy up the house. If Lin Dong dares to harm you, scream loudly, and I’ll definitely rush in to save you.”
Shen Wanyue no longer had the heart to argue loudly. The coldness in her heart was even more extreme than the physical coldness. Was this what they called 'mourning greater than heart death'?
Recalling the past, her husband had a decent social status, was gentle, refined, and very attentive to her, making him the perfect husband in the eyes of friends and family.
But only when truly facing disaster did she completely see Wang Sheng’s true colors.
Cowardly, unfeeling, and disloyal; for a bite to eat, he was even willing to send his wife away.
And even then, he still wanted to put on a mask of hypocrisy.
Seeing his wife’s expression, Wang Sheng quickly explained, “Wan Yue, I’m really not lying to you. You have to believe me.
Do you remember the principle of the 'Blessed Ones Conceding' that I mentioned? We are the blessed ones; as long as we concede a little, there will be…”
“So you can even concede your own wife?” Shen Wanyue shed clear tears again.
It was that 'Blessed Ones Conceding' principle again. Wasn't that just Wang Sheng's excuse for his cowardice?
If he had the ability, he could completely rob Lin Dong. Why would both of them be starving here?
“No, why won’t you listen? My meaning is…” Wang Sheng still wanted to explain.
Shen Wanyue had already struggled to stand up, looking at him with icy eyes.
“Fine! I’ll go with Lin Dong.”
After speaking, she walked towards the door. Wang Sheng reached out, wanting to grab his wife, but then stopped.
And Shen Wanyue, realizing her husband wasn't stopping her at all, completely gave up hope.
Thump, thump, thump!
Lin Dong was eating meat heartily with his left hand and enjoying ice-cold beer with his right. Hearing the knock on the door, a faint, inexplicable smile flashed across his lips, and he still went to open the door.
“Lin Dong, I’ll be your maid.” Shen Wanyue got straight to the point. Feeling the rich aroma of hotpot wafting towards her, her completely dead heart slowly came back to life.
Perhaps, following Lin Dong was a good choice.
At least she could survive.
But it was strange, why was Lin Dong dressed so lightly? Wasn't he cold?
Lin Dong looked at Shen Wanyue, then at Wang Sheng, who was looking conflicted behind her, and threw a piece of bread and a bottle of mineral water to the latter.
“Thank you, thank you!” Wang Sheng accepted it with joy, tearing open the package without thinking and devouring it.
“Come in, sister-in-law?” Lin Dong stepped aside.
Shen Wanyue looked at the steaming hotpot in the living room and could no longer maintain her composure, walking inside.
“Wan Yue, don’t worry, if anything happens, just call…”
Bang!
The door closed.
The moment she entered, Shen Wanyue was shocked.
So hot!
To keep warm, she was wearing at least seven or eight layers of clothes, but as soon as she entered, it felt like she had traveled from the Arctic to the equator.
Why was his house so warm? There was clearly no electricity!
“If you’re hot, take them off,” Lin Dong said indifferently, returning to the dining room to continue eating hotpot.
Shen Wanyue pursed her lips, and while taking off her thick clothes, she said, “Lin Dong, I haven’t eaten in two days. Can I have something to eat first?”
Lin Dong looked up indifferently, then suddenly sneered, “Have you forgotten your identity? Call me Master!”
“You!!” Shen Wanyue was about to explode, but her stomach ached with hunger again. Thinking of how her husband didn't even share a bite of the bread he got, her eyes welled up again.
She was from the social elite, yet she had to call a social bottom-feeder ‘Master’?
But what could she do?
Her stomach was not cooperative; it kept rumbling!
“Ma… Master!”
Lin Dong nodded, took out a sheet of A4 paper covered in writing, and threw it over.
“These are the Maid Rules. Remember to follow them carefully.”
Shen Wanyue picked it up curiously, her beautiful eyes instantly widening.
【Maid Rules】
【1. Do not stand in the Master’s house. All actions must be performed while kneeling. Violation results in no food for one day.】
【2. Upon the Master’s return, you must perform a respectful kneeling bow. Violation results in no food for one day.】
【3. When only the Master, a male, is present, the maid must wear a special maid uniform. Violation results in no food for one day.】
【...】
【10. The Master’s words are authority. Any act of talking back results in death!】
This… what kind of Maid Rules were these?
These were completely the slave rules from those island nation small movies!
Shen Wanyue immediately tore the A4 paper into pieces and angrily put her clothes back on.
“This is too much! You can’t insult people like this. I’m going back!”
With that, she turned and left.
Lin Dong watched coldly, pulling out his golden desert eagle and pointing the muzzle at her back.
If a maid was disobedient, there was no need to keep her.
But just as Shen Wanyue reached the door and was about to open it, her hand paused.
Because she had stepped out of the constant temperature range of the constant temperature furnace, the biting cold struck again.
She had slowly accepted the minus 40-degree cold, but after finally experiencing warmth, returning to the cold now filled her with resistance, both in her mind and body.
This resistance was even greater than Lin Dong’s Maid Rules.
It was like that saying online: I could have endured the darkness, if I had not seen the light.
Lin Dong calmly watched Shen Wanyue, who stood at the door with a hesitant expression, holding the gun in one hand and eating hotpot in the other, waiting.
Five minutes later, Shen Wanyue compromised.
She didn't want to return to that cold home.
She didn't want to face that cowardly and hypocritical husband anymore.
She didn't want to be hungry anymore.
Thud!
Shen Wanyue finally convinced herself, and her proud head heavily knocked down.
“Master! I was wrong.”
At this moment, she let go of all her pride, willing to stay in 301, just to survive.
Even if it meant being a dog.
“Mm~ Since you’re staying, then follow the rules well. Considering this is your first offense, I’ll forgive you once!” Lin Dong smiled, put away his gun, and gave her a set of clothes.
These were tailored from system-produced thermal underwear, both warm and good-looking.
Tears fell to the floor, and Shen Wanyue could only accept her fate.
