28: Infernal Affairs! Send a female traitor to become the heroine's best friend!

This room was also ridiculously large.

As far as the eye could see, rows of clothes hung everywhere: casual wear, suits, pants, shirts, and ties.

There were even various uniforms, women's pajamas, swimsuits, and even QQ underwear!

It was a dazzling array, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Chen Mengyao made a quick estimate; there were at least seven or eight hundred pieces in total!

She stood at the doorway, stunned, looking incredulously at the butler beside her: "Do all of these... need to be washed?"

The butler shook his head: "Of course not."

Chen Mengyao finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a great burden had been lifted; she had thought she had to wash all those clothes.

However, before she could fully relax, she heard the butler say:

"There are three more rooms inside, and all the clothes in them also need to be washed."

Chen Mengyao: "..."

It seemed she had celebrated too soon.

"These clothes look quite clean, why do they need to be washed...?" Chen Mengyao asked.

Only after she entered the room did she realize these clothes showed no signs of being worn; each piece was clean and tidy, as if it had just come from the factory.

"New clothes are the ones that need washing," the butler said with a smile.

Chen Mengyao was silent for a moment, unable to find any reason to refute him.

The butler added with a smile: "Also, Young Master just instructed that in addition to washing clothes, your work today also includes cleaning the rooms, tidying the yard, and making lunch."

Chen Mengyao: "..."

She suppressed the swirling emotions in her heart and forced a difficult smile: "Yes, I understand, thank you for the reminder, Butler."

The butler smiled kindly: "It's my duty, please carry on with your work."

With that, he turned and left.

After the butler's footsteps faded, Chen Mengyao finally couldn't maintain the stiff smile on her face.

She looked at the room full of clothes, on the verge of tears.

But since things had come to this, she could only start working.

Chen Mengyao bit her lip, stomped her small foot in anger, then resignedly picked up a piece of clothing from a hanger and began to wash...

On the other side,

Lu Chen sat on the sofa on the third-floor balcony, holding a beautiful Ragdoll cat, his gaze fixed on the slender figure in the laundry room.

His lips curved slightly, his eyes playful, as he stroked the head of the kitten in his arms again and again.

"Dong dong ~" A knock came at the door.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a young, beautiful girl entered with a graceful cat-like walk, carrying a cup of steaming coffee.

"Young Master," the girl called out sweetly, then handed him the coffee.

Lu Chen took the coffee and took two sips, his gaze still fixed on the laundry room, and said casually: "How many clothes did you put in there?"

"Replying to Young Master, a total of two thousand three hundred and eighty-eight pieces were placed," the girl answered obediently, then added, as if remembering something, "Young Master, another four thousand pieces are on their way."

Lu Chen glanced at her indifferently, his tone languid: "How did you sleep last night?"

The girl lowered her head, revealing her delicate ears, and answered softly: "Mm, very well, thank you for your concern, Young Master."

Lu Chen smiled and nodded, "What's your name?"

The girl looked up at him, shyly replying: "Young Master, my name is Xun Xiaoxiao, you can just call me Xiaoxiao."

The girl's voice was soft and enchanting, making one feel utterly melted, and her face held a sweet smile, appearing especially docile and innocent.

"Xun Xiaoxiao?" Lu Chen raised an eyebrow slightly, "Xun, as in 'seeking' or 'searching'?"

"Yes," Xun Xiaoxiao nodded.

"It's an uncommon surname," Lu Chen lifted his gaze and carefully appraised her.

The girl had a pure and lovely fringe, and her delicate, rosy face was so fair it seemed it could break with a touch, her cherry-red lips inviting a kiss.

Especially her large, sparkling eyes, fluttering with innocence and shyness, like a pearl covered in dust.

She wore a white lace-patterned dress, revealing her fair, rounded shoulders, and her black hair was tied into twin ponytails that hung over her chest.

Her ample bosom seemed on the verge of spilling out, hinting at a glimpse of fair skin, continuously sparking imagination.

She was a girl who easily evoked a man's protective instincts.

"Young Master..." Xun Xiaoxiao noticed his intense gaze, her cheeks flushed, and she murmured shyly, her eyes hazy as she gazed at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen smiled and said: "They say a person is like their name, but I see you're not small at all; calling you Xiaoxiao truly seems a bit of a waste."

Xun Xiaoxiao paused for a moment at his words, then gave Lu Chen a playful, coquettish look, her voice soft and sweet: "Young Master, you're so naughty ~"

Her cheeks were flushed, full of bashful shyness, looking just like a blooming rose.

Lu Chen smiled faintly and withdrew his gaze. He took a sip of coffee, then looked up at Chen Mengyao, who was hanging clothes not far away, and said indifferently: "Do you think she's easy to get along with?"

"Hmm..." Xun Xiaoxiao tilted her head, observing Chen Mengyao, then thought for a moment and said:

"She appears to be delicate and not swayed by money, but a person's heart is hidden, and no one knows what she's thinking deep down."

After a pause, Xun Xiaoxiao continued: "However, she's very beautiful, has a good figure, and seems very quiet, so she should be the type many men like."

As Xun Xiaoxiao spoke, a hint of jealousy flickered in her eyes; although she considered herself quite pretty, compared to the person opposite, she was far behind.

"Oh?" Lu Chen raised an eyebrow, his gaze meaningful: "Then can you two get along?"

"This..." Xun Xiaoxiao hesitated, furrowing her slender eyebrows and wrinkling her delicate nose, then after a while, she said,

"Probably, she's a very sensitive person internally. As long as you can find common topics with her, she should be quite easy to get along with."

"Since you're so confident, then I'll give you a task."

Lu Chen leaned back in his chair leisurely, holding the kitten, his legs comfortably propped on the coffee table, looking like a dissolute Young Master, exceptionally dashing and suave.

Upon hearing the word 'task,' a flicker of surprise crossed Xun Xiaoxiao's eyes, but she quickly concealed it. She immediately asked respectfully: "Please tell me, Young Master, how does Xiaoxiao need to proceed?"

Lu Chen's slender fingers stroked the kitten's head, his gaze inexplicably dark, and he said with a faint smile: "Find a way to make her your friend, and become close confidantes who share everything. "

"Young Master... are you asking me to monitor her?!" Xun Xiaoxiao's almond eyes widened, seemingly a little surprised.

"What, do you have a question?" Lu Chen cast a sidelong glance at her.

Xun Xiaoxiao quickly shook her head and assured him: "No, Xiaoxiao guarantees to complete the task."

Lu Chen took a sip of coffee and said indifferently: "No matter what method you use, whether it's playing the victim or seeking sympathy, you must become her best confidante. I want to know her movements and her true inner thoughts at all times. Understand?"

"Young Master, Xiaoxiao understands." Xun Xiaoxiao nodded heavily, but her heart was stirring with waves.

It seemed this girl named Chen Mengyao was truly very important to Young Master...

"Remember, before you act, think carefully about whether your actions are logical. Don't let her discover anything unusual about you, otherwise, you should know the consequences."

Lu Chen's cold warning made Xun Xiaoxiao tremble all over, and she hastily lowered her head and said respectfully:

"Xiaoxiao obeys, and will absolutely not reveal my identity."

Lu Chen waved his hand indifferently: "Go, your mission has begun."

"Yes!" Xun Xiaoxiao left the balcony in trepidation.

After Xun Xiaoxiao left, Lu Chen stood up with the kitten in his arms and walked to the balcony railing.

Looking at the figure in the laundry room, he narrowed his eyes, a strange glint passing through his dark pupils, and his lips curved slightly...