Chapter 1: The Rich Woman's Sister's Boyfriend, a Top Actress, Seduces at Midnight...

In Maple Leaf Country, a manor house covering 175 acres.

The young man glanced at his watch, his eyes rising from the starry sky dial and casually glancing at the poolside.

"The workers I've arranged will be arriving soon. You don't want anyone to know about our relationship, do you?" The woman ignored his words.

She hunched over the poolside, her wavy hair like a swirling black cloud. The V-neck of her silk dress cascaded from her neck to her waist, forming a fluttering butterfly.

"Where did you lose it?" She rubbed her waist, averting her eyes, her gaze locked with his. "It's all your fault."

The young man raised his chin slightly and pointed. "Ms. Du, someone's here."

The woman abruptly fastened the invisible zipper on her lips.

A group of workers crossed the back lawn through a side door and waited quietly not far away.

The housekeeper hesitated.

Clearly, everyone present had overheard the conversation between the beautiful woman and the young man.

The woman quickly smoothed her frown and gestured for the housekeeper to bring someone over.

The housekeeper didn't move, cautiously looking at the young man on the recliner, as if he was the boss of the house.

Workers of different skin colors stopped where they were and followed his lead.

The man was very young, with a lazy posture, and he exuded an aura that kept strangers away.

The workers' coarse denim jackets contrasted sharply with the young man's exquisite tussah robe.

Since entering this maze-like estate, everyone, armed with tools such as leaf nets, pool brushes, and skimmers, unconsciously slowed down their pace, treating the upcoming work as a government-sponsored tour.

This is the most expensive mansion in the Maple Leaf Country, costing $30 million.

No matter which country, it is a place that only people at the top of the pyramid can afford to live in.

A tall foreigner with long legs, nearly two meters tall, walked at the front like a guiding lighthouse.

The only Asian face fell to the end of the team.

The man stretched out three fingers and greeted the foreigner at the head of the line, "Liam, you're late."

Having just woken up, his voice was languid, and reclining, his body practically blending into the recliner, aside from his fingers.

The Asian man at the end of the line glanced at the young man, his gaze drawn to the flicker of light on his wrist.

If he was right, it must be a watch.

A palatial villa and a diamond-encrusted watch. The stars shone brightly, his wealth allowing him to privately possess the entire universe on his wrist.

The manor house had a distinctly European style, and I'd assumed the owner was a wealthy foreigner, but he turned out to be quite young. His glossy black hair drooped over his forehead, revealing a face—a face that could be described as a masterfully crafted heroine.

His long legs, partially folded beneath his nightgown, were loosely crossed. The "owner" finally moved. A professional portrait DSLR would have clicked its shutter in a trance.

The Asian man pulled himself back from his thoughts and straightened the hose that was about to slip.

"Che." Liam raised three fingers in greeting, a distant gesture to the man in the robe.

His voice was gruff, and his smile accentuated his overbearing chin, his beard quivering against it. He shrugged, "Your security guards are to blame." Chen Che turned

his head, his gaze catching Du Yuanshan as she put on her sunglasses, as if to say: Look, why change security when there's nothing wrong?

Du Yuanshan pressed down her sunglasses, revealing half her eyes, and glared back: "Blame me? Don't you have any responsibility?"

A week ago, Du Yuanshan had celebrated her 44th birthday. A lavish , all

-night pajama party was thrown at her new home, a wild and lavish affair that left the entire crowd in a frenzy.

The photos were secretly snapped by paparazzi and distorted when they were sent back to China.

[A top-tier actress seduces her younger brother in the middle of the night.]

In a fit of rage, Du Yuanshan dismissed the security team she had brought from China and replaced them with her current overseas security company, renowned for serving dignitaries and international organizations. The housekeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead and confirmed Liam's words: "Security took some time to check Mr. Liam's company employees." The foreign security guard cleared the white, African, and Mexican workers, but singled out the only Asian face in the group for help.

Everyone 's eyes turned to the Asian worker at the end of the line. 

The young man, noticeably shorter than the others, wore a dark headscarf, his denim overalls drooping in front of him. He carried a telescopic pole over his right shoulder and a circular hose on his left. 

At the end of the long migrating group, he looked like a small animal in a world of animals. 

Chen Che lay on his back and looked over, his gaze darting back and forth between the small Asian creature and the giraffe-like foreigner. 

He switched from English to Spanish: "Liam, you're quite dark." 

Liam stretched his neck, his lips puffing out exaggeratedly: "?" 

Spanish, even in a country where the official languages are bilingual, English and French, is like a coded language. 

Upon hearing this, the young man's eyelashes fluttered, his eyes taking center stage on his small face, his dark, gleaming eyes examining his young employer in the distance. 

Despite the mild winter, the outdoor temperature still hadn't reached double digits, and the thick denim barely blocked the chilly wind. 

On his first day at work, an unknown figure inexplicably became the center of attention. 

The boy took a step back, retreating to a position out of focus from his employer's sight. 

As his gaze narrowed, Chen Che's gaze shifted to the boy's thin outline, and he couldn't help but think of the solitary young gazelle in the animal kingdom. 

He turned his gaze and muttered something in Spanish to Liam, "You're employing child laborers?" "..." Liam's arms swung wildly, his Spanish babbling at him, "You're talking about Yoyo! I'm an adult, okay?" 

With that, he turned his long neck, gave the boy a look, and switched from Spanish to English: "Yoyo, let me see your ID." 

It was his ID again. 

Last week, he'd been suspected of being a junior high student while running errands to buy alcohol for someone; today, he'd been mistaken for a child laborer by security. After showing his ID, the security officer scanned him with eagle eyes. 

It wasn't fake, so why bother with an X-ray? 

Chi Leyou raised her eyes, her angry expression tinged with the helplessness of a part-time worker. 

She only had 24 hours a week to work off-campus. 

Today's work was her last part-time job of the week. She had no time to admire the grand palace that looked like a historical site, nor did she feel like lamenting the swimming pool, which was filled with fallen leaves and scraps of paper, when she could just clean it out herself, but the rich insisted on cleaning the entire pool. 

Fifteen minutes of questioning at the door. Ten precious minutes of walking in. And now, the five minutes of lengthy explanation by the pool were even more tiring. 

In total, half an hour had been wasted on meaningless explanations. 

Even if the hourly wage was attractive, she only had three and a half hours left to work. 

Chi Leyou lowered her voice to make it sound mature, as if an invisible hand had pulled her, a tough weed, upwards.

She always spoke faster when speaking foreign languages, and the natural liaisons between her lips and tongue were the result of two years of volunteer work.

"My last name is Chi."

"Twenty years old."

"I'm working legally."

Her eyelashes flicked three times, perfectly timed to hit the period.

Her concise Spanish reply made Du Yuanshan scrutinize her.

"Does someone like you charge by the word?" She tilted her neck and whispered to Chen Che, "What is she bawling about? Why can't I understand?"

The mysterious Chinese sounds were amplified by her custom microphone, beaming to everyone's ears.

Liam, who spoke both English and Spanish, gave her a look of admiration: in this war of encrypted languages, Chinese triumphed.

He hadn't expected the boy to know Spanish, and Chen Che felt a sense of helplessness, like someone speaking local dialect in Guangzhou and having his words deciphered by the gangsters.

Chi Leyou put down her tools and slid her hand into her trouser pocket just below the waist.

She didn't mind having documents to prove she wasn't a child laborer.

Just as he touched the corner of his ID, he saw Du Yuanshan frantically hang up the phone and give the young man on the recliner a nervous look.

Her mouth seemed to say, "Will she find out who I am?"

Then she muttered to herself, "Oh, look at me. I see an Asian face and I think they're Chinese."

Du Yuanshan ordered, "Why don't you just ask them what country they're from?"

Chen Che crossed his arms. "Can't you just ask?"

Du Yuanshan rolled her eyes at him. "Hey, how can I speak Javanese?!"

She couldn't even speak English very well, okay?

"..."

The beautiful woman grew increasingly angry and kicked him in the leg.

Chen Che's mind collapsed. "I'm from the bottom of society, right? I take any job? Ms. Du, your secret lover, running errands for free, translating into multiple languages..."

"Fuck you—" Du Yuanshan's curse died in mid-air.

He ignored her and asked the smaller man in Spanish what country he was from.

Chi Leyou's gaze lingered on the beautiful woman's Nine Yin White Bone Claw. She spoke in silky Chinese: "I'm Chinese."

The woman abruptly withdrew her hand, instantly transforming into a ladylike figure. She gently brushed her hair, revealing her eight teeth in a classic red carpet moment: "Hello, hello."

The beautiful woman was well-maintained, and guessing at a woman's age was impolite. Chi Leyou always categorized older women as "sisters."

She raised her hand like a lucky cat: "Hello, sister."

"Hey!" Du Yuanshan's eyes sparkled with stars.

"Tsk," someone from the lower classes scoffed. "Pretentious."

The boy's "sister" had completely dazzled Du Yuanshan.

Chi Leyou dropped her hand, thinking back to the young man's words from the backyard: "You don't want anyone to know about our relationship."

— "Right?" The last line of her voice was tinged with a hint of pampered pride.

Chi Leyou bit her lip.

Oh no, she'd accidentally eaten a rich man's melon.

She squinted her eyes, her blurred vision as if filtered by morning mist, but it didn't matter. As she ate the melon, her eyes were locked on the young man like a GoPro.

His outline outlined a delicious enough figure, which was more photogenic than the second-generation students who loved to dress up in the study abroad circle.

Just lying on his back, he was full of atmosphere.

Chi Leyou quietly filed him in the category of "the all-round captain of the idol boy group".

He must be Mingyan's sister's boyfriend.