Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 23

“If there are no issues, please sign.”

Inside the Lu family villa, the assistant leaned forward and presented a document, his finger pointing to the blank space on the bottom right. “Mr. Xie, you just need to sign here.”

A long, beautiful hand picked up the fountain pen from the table, making one instinctively want to trace that hand upward to discover what its owner looked like.

Xie Rong bit off the pen cap, tilted his head back, and scrutinized the crystal chandelier above. His pair of clear, water-like black and purple heterochromatic eyes swiveled, and he leaned close to the assistant, whispering, “That crystal lamp must cost at least several thousand yuan, right?”

These rich people truly didn’t know the value of basic necessities! The Lu family hired him as a nanny, and his monthly salary was only enough for a few of those crystal lamps!

Xie Rong gave the chandelier a sour look and hummed softly.

The assistant maintained a polite smile, gently urging, “Mr. Xie, please sign first.”

The young man before him was far more beautiful than the biggest stars in fashion magazines, with unique black and purple heterochromatic eyes and soft, fluffy black hair that reached his waist. In particular, the red crescent moon mark on his cheekbone, dotted against his fair skin, was exceptionally eye-catching.

He wore an oversized, ill-fitting black turtleneck off-shoulder sweater. The exposed shoulder gleamed with a moist luster, making the sweater—snatched up at a discount from a street vendor’s clearance rack—look like a uniquely styled custom piece.

Sitting quietly, the million-dollar crystal lamp above the young man served only as a backdrop. His constant looking around made him resemble a curious kitten pampered within this villa, but the moment he opened his mouth, the vulgarity he had picked up in the slums rushed out, leaving people speechless.

Xie Rong placed the tip of the pen on the signature line, then paused again.

“Assistant Chen, for a child with psychological issues like the Lu family’s second young master, most nannies wouldn’t want the job. They’re afraid he might go crazy and hit someone one day,” Xie Rong propped his head up, curved his eyes into a smile at Assistant Chen, and spoke with exceptional innocence. “I’m so good-looking, what if your second young master injures my face?”

The smile made Assistant Chen momentarily dazed, almost believing that the agreement he was pressing Xie Rong to sign wasn’t a nanny contract, but a canary contract.

Such a beautiful face certainly couldn’t be scarred.

Heavy rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling window beside the table, sounding like thousands of glass beads smashing against it. He quickly recovered, nodding slightly. “I’ll call CEO Lu.”

He then turned and went upstairs to the second floor.

Xie Rong lazily sprawled onto the sofa, his pale, tender fingertips stroking the smooth, delicate texture of the genuine leather.

(As expected of the Host, you are acting so wickedly!)

Acting?

A shadow of gloom crossed Xie Rong’s brow.

In the last world, he had many snake babies; even the protagonist had to obey him. With Gu worms in hand, he could have anything he wanted.

But in this world, he was born into a trash can after transmigrating, only to be picked up by an old woman who scavenged for a living in the red-light district.

The old woman couldn’t afford to send him to school, and fearing he would be corrupted by the people in the red-light district, she moved him from the basement there to a crowded tenement building in the adjacent slum.

Xie Rong had never attended school in his previous lives, nor did he want to in this one. He followed the old woman to scavenge—she was responsible for picking up trash, and he was responsible for being the mascot.

The old woman always said that as long as he was there, they would always find valuable treasures.

Xie Rong was quite pleased; who did they think he was?

The plot of this world began when the protagonist turned eighteen.

The protagonist suffered from autism after witnessing his parents fall to their deaths from a building. At the age when he should have been attending university, he was confined to home with private tutors.

The villain was the nanny hired by the protagonist’s older brother to look after the protagonist’s daily life. He was similar in age to the protagonist but had dropped out of school early and could only work as a nanny to make ends meet. Meanwhile, the protagonist had everything without doing anything! The villain grew jealous, secretly bullying and abusing the protagonist. Not only did he steal the protagonist’s belongings for his own use, but he also stole the jeweled necklace left by the protagonist’s mother, planning to sell it for cash.

When the protagonist begged him to return the necklace, the nanny kicked him down the stairs.

Unexpectedly, that single kick caused the protagonist to wake up in the hospital, not only able to speak again but also able to hand over pre-recorded evidence to the police. Not only was the nanny sent to prison for rehabilitation, but the older brother, who had murdered their parents to seize power, was also sent to the execution platform.

In the end, the villains reaped what they sowed. The protagonist reclaimed everything that belonged to him, achieved success, and led the Lu Corporation to new heights.

Xie Rong was not a good person to begin with; he didn’t need to act. Stealing the protagonist’s things wasn’t his first time—he had even stolen Yang energy before, so a little money was nothing.

Moreover, in this world, only money allowed one to act without restraint.

Anything that allowed him to act without restraint, he wanted! It all belonged to him!

Assistant Chen, who had gone upstairs to make the call, returned, still wearing his polite smile. “Mr. Xie, CEO Lu said he will double your salary. As long as you take good care of the young master, everything is negotiable.”

“You said it yourselves,” Xie Rong quickly scribbled two crooked characters onto the newly printed document, as if afraid they would renege, then stuffed the obviously expensive fountain pen into his pocket.

Assistant Chen closed the file and, before leaving, smiled and said, “Mr. Xie, the second young master lives in the innermost room on the west side of the second floor. He likes quiet. You don’t need to disturb him except for meals and cleaning. CEO Lu usually stays at the old family residence but visits the young master once every half month.”

As soon as the man left, Xie Rong’s eyes began to roam the villa unrestrainedly, like a mistress inspecting her new home. A moment later, he withdrew his gaze, satisfied.

He stepped onto the carpeted stairs, ascended to the second floor, walked down the corridor, and stopped at the door of the innermost room on the west side. He knocked.

He waited a few seconds; there was no response.

Xie Rong pushed the door open directly.

The room was unlit, the gray curtains tightly drawn, making it as dark and gloomy as a basement. The Lu family’s second young master sat at the piano in the corner. His overly long bangs obscured his eyes, his chin was sharp, and his thin lips were cold. His ten fingers rested on the keys but didn’t press down, and he didn’t turn to look at Xie Rong.

“This room isn’t bad,” Xie Rong walked in, critically surveyed the space, and then flopped onto the tidy, large bed. He kicked off his old leather shoes, bent his legs, and slowly peeled off the edge of his white knee-high sock with his fingers.

The cheap knee-high sock was disposable and lacked elasticity. As soon as it was removed, a clear indentation mark was visible on his snowy white calf.

Xie Rong was reluctant to throw it away but too lazy to wash it. He glanced at the protagonist in the corner, flicked his wrist, and casually tossed the sock onto the young master’s shoulder. “Hey, since you’re just sitting around, go wash my sock for me.”