Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

An Xiaozhao: "...???"

The man in front of me, once he took off his hair, transformed from a loyal old servant into a refined scoundrel.

And... he can actually talk?!

Isn't he mute?!

Is "mute" just a label? Just like not all blind massage therapists are blind, not everyone called "mute" is actually mute?

So...it's also quite reasonable?

An Xiaozhao felt that her brain wasn't working properly anymore.

She stood there dumbfounded, the hairs on the back of her head standing on end.

You, you man who pretended to be mute next to Master Kun, suddenly lifted your wig and asked me if the curry rice was good?

Is this reasonable?

"Who...who are you?" An Xiaozhao's voice trembled.

The man straightened up and slowly tried to straighten his collar.

Then he realized he was wearing a white T-shirt and camouflage pants. His expression remained unchanged. He casually straightened his collar and introduced himself:

"Mo Yan".

A slight smile played on his lips as he spoke calmly: "Mr. Lu Jingxiu's... old friend."

"As for the mute... that was just a small role I played recently, and I did a pretty good job, didn't I?"

An Xiaozhao was deeply shocked.

Lu Jingxiu's friend, pretending to be next to Master Kun, then asked him if the curry rice was good...

She wondered why she'd been eating curry rice so much lately; she'd thought it was a Southeast Asian specialty. Turns out, the chef was this Mo Yan!

"So... you've been making my curry rice these past few days?" Her lips twitched.

"I made it myself," Mo Yan said with increasing enthusiasm, "I used frozen rice from your area and added some spices that I had a friend air-freight."

"Unfortunately, the ingredients here are limited, so I can only make it to about 60% of the standard. The taste may not be quite the same as what I make in China."

"Miss An, what do you think?" Mo Yan suddenly leaned closer, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, and asked again in a low voice, "Is my curry rice delicious?"

An Xiaozhao swallowed hard.

"It's delicious," An Xiaozhao said firmly, her expression sincere. "It's especially delicious."

Mo Yan smiled with satisfaction.

"That's wonderful," Mo Yan said cheerfully. "Then, I hope Miss An will tell Mr. Lu Jingxiu for me after she returns to China."

He took a few steps forward, his phoenix eyes fixed on An Xiaozhao with a half-smile, and said softly, "Tell him that I look forward to the day he tastes the curry rice I made."

"And that day is not far off."

Upon hearing this, An Xiaozhao's eyes widened. Only then did she realize that this Mo Yan was not Lu Jingxiu's friend at all.

He is Lu Jingxiu's enemy!

Only an enemy would say such a thing.

She even figured out more of the causes and consequences in an instant.

No wonder that Kunye had already found out all the details about her family background just two days after she was kidnapped.

It turns out that the whole thing was because Lu Jingxiu had this enemy by his side!

"You... what's your relationship with Master Kun?" An Xiaozhao struggled to stand firm, feeling utterly wronged. "I... I was kidnapped and brought here. Did you send someone to do this?"

"I'm not familiar with Lu Jingxiu at all!! Strictly speaking, I have a grudge against him. Since you're his enemy, why are you kidnapping me? Have you got the wrong person?"

Her words were full of grievance. No, what does your feud have to do with me?

Mo Yan smiled and said gently, "Miss An, you've probably misunderstood. Your being captured by Master Kun's men has nothing to do with me."

He paused, seemingly enjoying the explanation: "A few days ago, I came here to take care of some personal matters."

"Coincidentally, as soon as I arrived here, I heard about something very interesting through some channel."

He paused, looked at An Xiaozhao, and smiled even more broadly: "I heard that Master Kun captured a woman named An Xiaozhao."

"And this Miss An seems to have some grudge against Lu Jingxiu."

Mo Yan looked on with a hint of recollection, his tone gentle: "So, I spent some time finding the mute man who was most trusted by Master Kun."

"I asked him to talk to me. At first, the mute man was quite loyal and not very willing to cooperate."

"But I have a very good temper, so I stayed with him all night. Later, he probably felt that I was too patient, so he used gestures to tell me what he should and shouldn't have said."

He paused, a hint of regret suddenly appearing on his face: "Later, in order for me to successfully infiltrate, he even plucked out his hair strand by strand and made me wear a wig."

"It works well, doesn't it?"

An Xiaozhao gasped. A real mute would probably be buried by now, with grass sprouting on his grave.

"After that, I put on a wig and mingled with Master Kun," Mo Yan continued, "wanting to see what was so interesting about this enemy of Lu Jingxiu."

"I even thought that if Master Kun could really capture Lu Jingxiu, I might be able to... personally feed him curry rice."

An Xiaozhao: "..."

In her mind, she could already picture Lu Jingxiu tied to a chair, with the man in front of him smiling as he spoon-fed curry rice into his mouth.

so horrible.

However… An Xiaozhao belatedly realized that this mute man had indeed been acting strangely for a while.

On the very first day she was captured, after Master Kun gave the order, she seemed to see the mute man make a very strange gesture when he received the order before stepping down.

At the time, she thought this person was lame, mute, stupid, foolish, and a charlatan.

But in the days that followed, she seemed to never see that gesture again.

During this time, neither she nor Master Kun noticed anything amiss.

Master Kun was probably too arrogant, so arrogant that he didn't even bother to look up at the shadow behind him.

As for her, she thought the mute was an idiot, an idiot who stood behind the big shot and pretended to be mysterious.

Now she realized that the mute person had been replaced long ago.

She stared at him blankly: "So, the first person I saw was really mute, but afterwards... it was all you?"

"You're right." Mo Yan clapped lightly and praised, "Miss An is very smart, but unfortunately, Master Kun is not as good as you."

"So, you've been pretending to be mute for days just to observe Master Kun?" An Xiaozhao asked in a daze.

"And incidentally, I'll encourage Master Kun to make a move against Lu Jingxiu, and I'll also cook for you," Mo Yan added with a smile.

An Xiaozhao gave a polite smile and vowed that she would never touch curry rice again in her life.

Moreover, she now knows why Master Kun insisted on killing Lu Jingxiu; it turns out there was a mute man constantly whispering in her ear.

"If Lu Jingxiu doesn't come, you'll keep pretending? How long are you going to keep pretending?" she asked again.

"Keep pretending until I get bored," Mo Yan sighed softly, his tone full of disappointment.

"What a pity, this Master Kun is really not very good. His methods are crude, his vision is narrow, and even the people he sends out have a cheap and reckless attitude."

"They're far inferior to my men."

"After watching him for two days, I completely lost interest in him. He wasn't even good enough to be my pawn."

He shook his head: "A man like him is destined to be no match for Lu Jingxiu, so I'm preparing to leave today."

An Xiaozhao's eye twitched. "If you're so capable, then don't leave today either."

"Then I..." An Xiaozhao didn't know what expression to wear when facing him. "Can I leave now?"

She asked cautiously, afraid that Mo Yan might change his mind at any moment and force her back into the safe house to eat curry rice.

Mo Yan smiled and suddenly took a step closer.

An Xiaozhao instinctively stepped back, her back pressed against the wall.

"Miss An," Mo Yan lowered his head slightly, his cold, jade-like phoenix eyes curving into a beautiful arc, "Actually, I like you very much."

An Xiaozhao's legs went weak.

"You always have so many cute little ideas in your heart," he said earnestly, his phoenix eyes carefully examining An Xiaozhao. "And you've eaten so many meals I've made for so many days, and you've always been very good, never throwing them away or wasting them, which makes me very happy."

He lowered his voice and spoke very gently: "To be honest, for a moment, I really wanted to lock you up in a place that only I know, so that you could only eat curry rice that I make for the rest of your life."

An Xiaozhao's back hairs stood on end.

Who wants to eat curry rice with their hands for the rest of their life?! Don't come any closer!

She was just about to say something when Mo Yan straightened up, took a step back, and smiled slightly at her: "However, never mind."

"Because right now, I would prefer that person to be... Lu Jingxiu." His tone was full of affection.

"Boom!"

Hearing the muffled explosion from the rocket launcher hitting the gate, Mo Yan nodded to An Xiaozhao, his phoenix eyes curving slightly: "Well then, Miss An, see you next time."

After saying that, he turned around and strode quickly toward a hidden escape route.