Chapter 5: Bumping into his arms "Vintage salami?"...

Knock

knock knock.

Uncle Zheng stood respectfully outside the door, "Master, this is the money Miss Chi is paying you back."

Shen Che raised his eyes from the sticky note and stared at Uncle Zheng, which made the old man uneasy.

The lady was carefree, heartless, and easy to serve.

In front of the young master, Uncle Zheng was like a tightrope walker.

This lawless young master did whatever he wanted.

If he didn't have parents and children to support, he would have resigned long ago, loving whoever he wanted.

"...Master?" Uncle Zheng held a rabbit in his arms, his heart beating fast.

"How did she know your last name was Zheng?" Shen Che seemed to be thinking.

Uncle Zheng: "Ah?"

The sticky note clearly said "Uncle Zheng".

And he, the manor villa was registered in his name, didn't he deserve to have a name on her sticky note?

No, he had a last name, and it was a foreign surname she gave him.

Shen Che looked at the beautiful handwriting on the sticky note again: Hey.

So, his last name was "Hei".

"Have someone check it out." A flash of broken defense flashed across his eyes, but was masked as Chen Che regained his defiant demeanor.

"Check... the young lady who just left?" Uncle Zheng couldn't fathom the young master's temperament.

Chen Che glanced at him, as if to ask, "Who else could it be?"

Uncle Zheng quickly complied.

Could it be that the young master had a crush on that young lady and wanted to get to know her?

"Check her social media accounts, but don't talk nonsense there. My mom's new movie is coming out soon."

Uncle Zheng suddenly realized that the young master was no pushover.

The

film "Snow Wasteland," starring Du Yuanshan, has entered post-production. It was produced

by Maple Leaf Country's most renowned special effects company, known for their high-precision CG creatures and the entire dinosaur series.

"Snow Wasteland" is a film with a female lead, with the second female lead being a phoenix created by special effects, while the first and second male leads serve only as supporting characters.

At 8:30 a.m., Du Yuanshan's nanny car arrived in the basement.

Security personnel had been waiting for her at the VIP entrance.

Du Yuanshan brought a professional makeup team from China.

The celebrity, who had gotten up early to get her hair and makeup done, struggled to keep her eyelids open, her false lashes clinging to her lids. She said, in a sleepy tone, "...are we here?"

"

We're here, Miss Turkey,"

Chi Leyou said, her eyelids suddenly pried open at her friend's words.

Her mind was a thick mess, and she rubbed her eyes and mumbled a response.

It was Monday, and she had no classes in the morning. A beautiful day started with a part-time job.

"Turkey?" She thought her friend was complaining about her colorful dreadlocks. "Aren't you cosplaying My Little Pony?"

Her roommate had tied them for her in the pony-hair color scheme.

Her friend pinched the ribbons from Chi Leyou's sideburns. "Sorry, Youyou." She

had originally only been outfitted as Twilight Sparkle, but now she was wearing a full-body stuffed animal costume,

commonly known as a steamer suit.

The hourly wage was the same, but she was definitely losing money.

"Sorry, my English isn't great," her friend trailed off.

Chi Leyou said nothing, only to give a generous smile: "Now that we're here, time is of the essence."

Being picky would be rude for someone working at the bottom of society.

She took the heavy turkey suit and put it on, complaining, "I can pronounce 'Turkey' as 'Twilight Sparkle.' Miren, you need to work on your English."

Her unreliable friend, nicknamed Miren, pecked at rice with her chin like a chicken: "It's all 'T'."

She repeated "turkey" three times and waved goodbye to Chi Leyou.

The turkey suit was enormous, enveloping her like a sand dune, the hood pressing down on her head. Chi Leyou felt the despair of Monkey King weighed down by the Five Finger Mountains.

Her breaths were filled with the rich aroma of kimchi, mingling with the pungent flavor of turkey noodles.

Amidst a series of sneezes, she watched her friend leave.

"Huh?" We agreed to work together?

She took a few steps and called out to the Korean restaurant owner in English. The content of the negotiation was as follows:

We clearly agreed on two puppet actors, and we're going to chop one off when we get there.

The shop owner, speaking English heavily accented by Korean, gestured to Chi Leyou's friend's poor English and lack of height.

Chi Leyou, with clear thinking, argued forcefully.

"Puppet actors interact only with body language. You didn't require English proficiency on Groovejob."

"We came here by C-train. Who's responsible for the lost round-trip fare? Your time is valuable, but ours is worthless?"

The vulnerable girl before him, in her turkey costume, became aggressive and powerful.

Seiya, in his armor, was no different.

The shop owner's brain froze for a moment.

The TV inside the shop was playing CBC News.

"Pakistan and India went to war. Pakistan used only a few obsolete Chinese fighter jets to shoot down India's expensively purchased new fighter jets."

The shop owner's eyes widened. "Fuck! China next door is so powerful?!"

He glanced from the TV to the turkey. Even through its enormous head, he could still feel two laser-like, burning gazes.

It seemed as if the chicken would start yelling at him, "Shit!"

"…Chinese salami?" His tone softened.

"Yep, Chinese." Chi Leyou straightened her back, her headgear obscuring the pride on her face.

The short shop owner was overshadowed by the large turkey. The owner was a long way shorter than her, both mentally and physically.

CBC's next news item:

[Chinese film queen Ms. Du Yuanshan held a book signing event at CF Pacific Center today]

Chi Leyou watched the shop owner transform from a soft persimmon into a fanboy: "Mo?! Yuanshan Nuna!! Nuna is in the cinema on the top floor of our mall!!! Oh mo oh mo! Nuna!! Saranghei!!!"

"…"

The turkey was speechless.

Chen

Che sat in the back seat, arms crossed: "What's my role in Ms. Du's book signing event?"

The celebrity next to him, with impeccable makeup and elegant attire, was twirling her wrists, warming up for the upcoming book signing.

Before getting out of the car, Du Yuanshan caught sight of her son's serious expression from the corner of her eye. She feigned anger: "This is my first book signing event abroad. What if no one shows up? You act as the atmosphere group and shout some slogans to liven up the place." A long silence followed

. Chen Che's

face remained expressionless.

Du Yuanshan's gaze blazed over: "Why don't you just shout 'Sister Yuanshan, I love you' and try?"

"Oh," Chen Che said, without a single kind word. "Ms. Du Ziteng, I love you?"

"..." Du Yuanshan nearly died on the spot, gritting her teeth, "Why did I give birth to such a jerk like you?"

The jerk wasn't afraid of his own mother's scolding. With his hands in his pockets, his shoulders straightened even more, like two sharp knives.

He wore a suit that gave him the air of a swashbuckler. Walking among the security personnel, his out-of-place figure made Du Yuanshan's eyes slightly warm.

If Du Yuanshan's fans knew that she was married with children, and had a big son who had been sullen since infancy, they would have quit being her fans and shut down the station immediately.

"Bodyguard suits you better." The superstar yawned loudly, his bloody mouth wide open.

His image was completely shattered.

Chen Che rolled his eyes and said, "Sign autographs properly. Working is not easy."

As he finished speaking, a figure in overalls working hard appeared in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared like smoke.

"Tsk," Du Yuanshan's voice drifted forward, past the security team. "How could the word 'working' come out of our young master's mouth?"

The eldest young master paused mid-sentence, glancing at her. "There's eye mucus on his eyelashes."

The assistant pulled out a small mirror and held it to Du Yuanshan.

Her lashes were curled, each distinct, clearly false, yet giving the impression of natural lashes.

The makeup artist's eyelash application skills should be nominated for World Heritage status!

She resisted the urge to admire him, but the jerk shrugged with an extremely arrogant attitude: "Tsk, you're so easy to fool."

"Ah!" The delicately made-up face stiffened, and a curse suddenly rang out. The Big Bang was just that.

The security team was mostly Westerners, and Chinese was like a mystery to them. As they performed their escort duties, they rarely let out a look of confusion.

Du Yuanshan held herself back for three seconds, swallowing her curse in anger as the gazes filled her.

"Nuna! Saranghei!"

"Yuanshan Nuna! Yebo!"

The broken voice drowned out the powerful Chinese voice, riding the wind and waves, reaching Shenche's ears.

"..."

He took a quick step and slid into the crowd.

The staff protected Du Yuanshan. She tilted her chin and glanced at a troublemaker who was going against the flow of enthusiastic fans.

"Huh, brat." Du Yuanshan murmured, "Go have breakfast by yourself."

The voice was drowned out by the enthusiastic fans.

Chen Che finally walked to the edge of the crowd. A short middle-aged man stretched out his arms and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Nuna--!!!"

The young master looked at him more.

The elderly fan was wrapped in an apron with a screaming turkey printed on it, showing exaggerated characters to people: "Nuclear/bomb turkey noodles, abnormally spicy, spicy enough to make the universe explode!" Shen Che

sneered. Who would eat such a thing?

He didn't eat Du Yuanshan's "Mom's Love Breakfast", so his stomach was empty, but he felt good and could live for a few more years.

He pressed the elevator button.

The heavy, weightless turkey mask weighed down her head like a mountain. Chi Leyou pretended to be an AI bionic human, forcing it to turn on. A mechanical welcome message popped up: "Double the spice, multiple the spice, new store opening, welcome!"

A complex aroma wafted through the shop—the aroma of soybean paste, kimchi, and spiciness... like an oversized pickle jar.

As a remarkable rectal organism, Comrade Turkey's intestines moved.

Based on her twenty years of experience interacting with various organs, this peristalsis carried a certain signal.

Chi Leyou sensed something was amiss.

Frames flashed through her mind: a bagel bought by her thoughtful roommate from Tims, two leaves of hydroponic lettuce freshly plucked from the windowsill.

A healthy, impeccable breakfast.

Even topped with a thick layer of yogurt.

The yogurt was made by her wealthy sister. Yesterday, Chi Leyou took it back to the dorm and put it in the refrigerator.

"Ugh..." It was as if an invisible hand was wringing out her small intestine.

She subconsciously pressed her legs together to resist the overwhelming pain.

As the sightseeing elevator descended, the CF Pacific Center was in full view. From high-end luxury brands to mass-market fast-moving consumer goods brands, it had everything. A woman's paradise, a man's hell.

His phone vibrated, and Shen Che's gaze retracted from the clear glass to the phone screen.

[Shen Dahe: My wife was at a book signing event, why weren't you there to protect her?]

His blood flow slowed down, and Shen Che smiled helplessly. There were wolves in front and tigers behind. His mother wanted to poison him, and his father wanted to disgust him to death.

[Chen Che: There are more bodyguards than fans in the hall. At this hour, you're not sleeping, are you planning to ascend to heaven?]

Shen Dajiang sent a series of voice messages: Bastard! If you dare to return to China, believe it or not, I will handcuff you and arrest you!

The eldest son was not a pushover, and the voice message shot back: "Oh, okay, I'm just tired of staying in a star-rated hotel. Director Shen, please send me to the detention center for a study tour, please."

He didn't click on Shen Dajiang's voice message again.

Uncle Zheng, the housekeeper, called.

"Master," his voice relaxed across the line. "I checked Miss Chi's social media accounts, and she didn't mention anything about the Madam."

"Send me the account."

"Okay." Uncle Zheng waited a second, expecting the Master to hang up first, only to hear—

"What's her name?"

Uncle Zheng: "Chi Leyou." "

?" Chen Che's face was wooden. "I haven't had breakfast yet."

"Chi... Leyou," Uncle Zheng said, his tone drawn out. Was it so hard to understand a young girl's name?

So her name was Chi Leyou, not "Eat Up Yo." Chen Che's

face darkened, as if he were embarrassed to death in Siberia.

The owner of the celebrity-chasing shop wasn't there.

Chi Leyou could only call out to the waiter serving bibimbap. "Hey, where's the restroom?"

The waiter didn't understand English, and the two of them stared at each other.

The sightseeing elevator opened.

Chen Che looked around for a place to eat.

His sight was drawn to a large turkey.

Its legs were extremely thin, and its knees were twisted in an awkward position.

The chicken stretched out its wings and waved them in the air, like a funny clown in the chicken world.

Chi Leyou used body language to "say" to the clerk who did not understand English: "My stomach hurts, I want to go to the toilet."

The turkey rubbed its belly with its wings, and its feet jumped left and right.

Chi Leyou "said" again: "I want to take off this dress!"

The clerk did not understand at first, but now he understands.

"Nonono!" He crossed his arms, his face solemn, "To work, you, must, stay."

The way he spoke words, he looked like an elementary school student who had just learned English.

Chi Leyou's stomach was about to explode, and she was about to explode too.

She covered her belly, dodged the clerk's hand that reached out to grab her, and ran forward with her chicken feet spread out.

Unexpectedly, she bumped into someone's arms.