My Drama Missy

Оf соursе, аt first, Wu Мangmang hаd nо idеа whо the emplоуer was. Аfter all, shе wаs just а smаll frу dоing odd jobs.

Dr. Хiao was the importаnt figurе hired fоr this job, аnd this Dr. Хiао haрреnеd tо be thе conneсtiоn she hаd at the museum—hеr uncle.

Хiao Sеn wаs Мs. Liu’s hаlf-brоthеr frоm the samе mоther. Соmрarеd to his sistеr, hе was prасticаlly an antiquе himself, which eхрlаined whу he was in the fiеld оf аrchаеоlоgу.

Wu Мangmаng dug оut a рroрer white drеss from thе соrner оf hеr wаrdrоbe. Deputу Director Xiaо was a highly rеspeсted figurе in thе industry, сonstantly traveling around and spending no more than fifty days a year at the museum.

And Wu Mangmang only dressed formally on those fifty days when she actually went to work.

The white short dress had a boat neck and half sleeves, with its only decoration being a cluster of embroidery the size of a bowl on the hem, making Wu Mangmang look very quiet and ladylike.

If one had to nitpick, it would be that it showed a bit too much of her collarbone, mainly because the boat neckline was cut a little too long. But it was just a glimpse of her collarbone, far from revealing her chest.

Even so, when Wu Mangmang saw her uncle, she keenly noticed the slight frown on his brow.

Wu Mangmang thought to herself, Thank goodness my uncle has a son. If he had a daughter, he’d probably start with teaching her the Three Obediences and Four Virtues. If she showed a bit of her arm and someone saw it, she’d probably have to chop off both arms.

“Dr. Xiao,” Wu Mangmang greeted obediently. Her uncle didn’t like mixing family relations with work. The fact that he had pulled strings for her was already a lifetime’s worth of family affection.

Xiao Sen nodded. “Let’s go.”

He picked up his bag and was about to leave, but in the end, he couldn’t resist adding, “You should wear a scarf.”

Wu Mangmang immediately took out a brightly colored, uniquely patterned scarf from her handbag—one that cost several hundred euros. She had come prepared.

“Isn’t the color a bit too flashy?” Xiao Sen remarked again.

“Should I not wear it then?” Wu Mangmang asked obediently.

“Better wear it,” Dr. Xiao said, closing his eyes to avoid the sight and resting his mind.

The car sent to pick them up was a Bentley, hinting at the owner’s wealth. But the antique that required Xiao Sen’s restoration skills must also be priceless, so Wu Mangmang sat in the car without a second thought.

However, when the Bentley later transferred them to a luxury helicopter that flew directly over the sea, Wu Mangmang multiplied her estimate of the employer’s wealth several times over.

The island wasn’t too far from the mainland. From a distance, it looked lush and green, and up close, it was even more verdant.

Nestled among the trees was an extremely modern and minimalist villa built from logs and glass.

Wu Mangmang had a sudden sense of déjà vu about the house. It took her a moment to realize that this was her “Dream House,” the one that had appeared countless times in her dreams. Although the style was different this time, the one before her eyes was undoubtedly the most classic.

Lu Lin, who came out to greet them, mentioned a name. “He designed this before he won the Pritzker Prize.” The Pritzker Prize was the Nobel of architecture, the Oscar of the film world. Upon hearing this, Wu Mangmang immediately looked at the house with reverence.

“At the time, he was still working at a state-owned enterprise, designing according to fixed patterns and templates. Even if he had creative ideas, there was no funding to support them. It was Lu Sui who had a sharp eye and hired him for the design. Later, he even supported him in setting up his own studio.” Lu Lin spoke of Lu Sui with evident pride.

Wu Mangmang could only laugh awkwardly in response.The temperature control and lighting systems inside the house were both intelligently automated. Lu Lin handed two brooches to Xiao Sen and Wu Mangmang—these served as access passes. Without these brooches, anyone approaching the villa would be treated as an intruder, greeted with electric shocks and drone attacks.

There were no servants inside the house. Serving tea and water was an assistant robot resembling C-3PO from Star Wars, while the butler was the trash-can-like robot R2-D2. The cleaning duties were handled by a cute little robot similar to WALL-E from WALL-E.

Wu Mangmang wondered if she had somehow traveled into the future.

Lu Lin continued introducing, "For lunch, everyone can try the hand-shaved noodles made by Xiao Mian." Xiao Mian, of course, was also a robot—a domestic one at that. Only our people would think of creating a robot specifically for shaving noodles.

So many robots—truly the style of the wealthy.

Wu Mangmang couldn’t help but quietly ask, "Um, are there any of those, you know, robots invented by the Japanese?"

The Japanese are a fascinating people, and their robotics industry is the most advanced, used for various life-assistance purposes—even allowing one to enjoy the coarsest yet most pleasurable experiences in life without needing to marry.

Lu Lin couldn’t help but laugh. This young lady was truly amusing. Her lips were a vibrant red, yet it was the most natural color—even the most expensive lipstick couldn’t replicate such a natural and full hue. She paused briefly before smiling and saying, "The tactile sensation aspect hasn’t been perfected yet."

Getting back on track, Lu Lin explained, "I’m truly sorry for troubling Dr. Xiao and Miss Wu to come here. My younger brother is the owner of this villa. The day before yesterday, I accidentally broke a vase he particularly likes. However, the villa is equipped with a 24-hour scanning system, so even the fragments of the vase couldn’t be taken away. That’s why I had to trouble the two of you to come and repair it."

Lu Lin was straightforward and didn’t hide the "criminal facts." "The tools required have been delivered according to Dr. Xiao’s list, and the room has been prepared. Please follow me."

As they passed by a decorative painting on the wall, both Xiao Sen and Wu Mangmang couldn’t help but stop. Wu Mangmang blurted out, "Don’t tell me this Warm Verdant Peaks is an authentic work by Qiu Ying."

Lu Lin smiled. "All the decorations in this house are authentic."

Goodness, this painting had once sold for a staggering 700 million yuan. The original owner wasn’t Lu Sui, but now it had ended up in his hands—who knows how much extra he had paid for it.

Later, as they examined the collection on the walls, the combined value exceeded the total worth of the artifacts in Wu Mangmang’s city museum. And reportedly, this wasn’t even the entirety of the collection—the rest was stored in a vault, displayed according to Lu Sui’s mood.

Wu Mangmang looked at the tea served in a genuine Jian ware hare’s fur glaze cup and was afraid her trembling hands might accidentally break it—something she truly couldn’t afford to replace. So she simply smiled and said, "I’m not thirsty."

When sincerely entertaining guests, please don’t use such fragile items, okay? A gold bowl or silver cup would be much better.

Wu Mangmang could tell at a glance that Lu Lin was trying to tempt her. Seeing her staring dumbfounded at the collection without blinking, Lu Lin used these antiques to lure her in. How infuriating—it made her heart itch with desire.After Lu Lin left, Wu Mangmang and Xiao Sen began their work. Xiao Sen took charge of directing, while Wu Mangmang handled the operations. Some tasks were indeed better suited to the delicate fingers of a woman. Restoring the celestial globe vase to its original, nearly unbroken state was no simple feat—and, of course, an impossible one.

Do your best and leave the rest to fate.

Lu Lin was in a hurry because Lu Sui was about to return to the city. She needed to smooth things over before the incident came to light.

Although Lu Sui liked this blue-and-white celestial globe vase and often displayed it, he wouldn’t cradle it in his arms to admire it. As long as it looked intact, that was enough.

From the surveillance monitor, Lu Lin watched Wu Mangmang working diligently with her head bowed. They say a focused woman is the most beautiful, and it seemed to be true.

She couldn’t help but recall Wu Mangmang’s astonishingly beautiful bare face and those red lips so lovely they made one want to kiss them.

In Lu Lin’s imagination, Wu Mangmang and Xiao Sen worked day and night continuously. When only some finishing touches remained, Xiao Sen gave Wu Mangmang a long list of instructions before leaving early. He was a busy man with many commitments he couldn’t miss.

But people aren’t made of iron—they can’t go without sleep forever.

Afraid she might accidentally cause further damage to the celestial globe vase, Wu Mangmang decided to get a good night’s sleep first.

Waking up in the afternoon, Wu Mangmang was still groggy from sleep, unable to distinguish morning from evening or even remember where she was. Wearing a silk nightgown, yawning, and shuffling in slippers, she walked downstairs to pour herself a glass of cold water to clear her head.

At that moment, Lu Lin happened to emerge from her room, also in a silk robe. Stretching behind Wu Mangmang, from the downstairs perspective, it looked as though Lu Lin was embracing her.

So, from Lu Sui’s angle, he saw two disheveled women with messy hair and sleep marks on their faces. It was easy to imagine they might have just come out of the same room.

This wouldn’t normally be a big deal—close friends often share a bed to chat, and there are even pajama salons. But when it involved a lesbian and another woman, it sparked endless speculation.

Moreover, Wu Mangmang had dark circles under her eyes and looked sleep-deprived. How could someone be so sleep-deprived?

Then there were the beauty’s long legs, appearing even more slender from below.

Her smooth, porcelain-like skin showed almost no pores, and her long legs were slender and straight—utterly captivating.

Considering Lu Lin’s past girlfriends, who all wore miniskirts and flaunted long legs, her preference was clear.

Wu Mangmang fit the bill perfectly.

When Wu Mangmang saw Lu Sui, her eyes widened, and she let out a low gasp. Before she could dart back to her room like a rabbit, Lu Lin wrapped an arm around her and whispered in her ear, “Don’t give it away.”

Only then did Wu Mangmang remember her task and recall Lu Lin’s sexual orientation.

What a mess—how did her perfectly legitimate part-time job end up looking so improper?

Lu Lin stood still, feigning composure, and asked Lu Sui downstairs, “Why did you come back early?”

“I felt like it,” Lu Sui replied curtly.

Lu Lin kissed Wu Mangmang on the cheek and casually patted her perky bottom. “Go back to the room and wait for me.”At this moment, Wu Mangmang should have been doing her best to cooperate with Lu Lin's performance, but her acting bug had mysteriously disappeared. She had no desire to play a lesbian and continue letting Lu Lin take advantage of her.

However, the employer was the one paying the bills, and she couldn't betray Lu Lin either. She could only obediently return to her room and change into a long-sleeved shirt and pants.

Downstairs, Lu Sui and Lu Lin had already taken their seats and were talking.

"What mischief have you been up to behind my back?" Lu Sui asked coldly, his gaze fixed on the stunningly beautiful Lu Lin.

"Uh, nothing really. Mangmang liked the scenery here, and since you weren't around, I thought I'd bring her over for a short stay," Lu Lin lied without batting an eye.

"Right, and when you kissed her, her face was as stiff as yours after you just got Botox. What kind of relationship could you possibly have?" Lu Sui sneered.

Did he have to be so sarcastic? Lu Lin rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Out with it. What did you break?" Lu Sui asked again.

This time, it was Lu Lin's turn to mimic Wu Mangmang by covering her mouth and gasping softly. "How did you know?"

"Miss Wu's profession," Lu Sui hinted.

Lu Lin let out an "oh" before remembering that Lu Sui had once sued Wu Mangmang. In such a situation, he had likely investigated every detail about her ancestors for generations.

Lu Lin had no choice but to confess honestly, putting on a flattering smile. "Lu Sui, can you forgive your sister this time?"

Lu Sui rubbed his temples. "Don't bring women to my villa for your escapades in the future."

With that, Lu Lin was escorted out of the villa by two security robots and stripped of her privilege to enter and leave the villa at will.

After getting dressed, Wu Mangmang spent a considerable amount of time composing herself before finally heading downstairs.

It was no wonder she felt this way. In Lu Sui's eyes, her impression was probably as bad as it could get—not only had she been a mistress, but now she was also a lesbian. What a colorful private life.

Lu Lin had already left by then. Seeing Lu Sui sitting on the sofa with his back to her, Wu Mangmang couldn't help but ask, "Is Miss Lu not here?"

Lu Sui replied calmly, "She's gone. You can continue your restoration work. I won't disturb you."

Wu Mangmang quickly uttered an "oh" and retreated into the workshop.

By dinnertime, Wu Mangmang finally emerged from the workshop for some fresh air. As she tried to step out onto the terrace from the side hall, she unexpectedly saw Lu Sui sitting with his back to her.

Beside the sofa lay a red box painted with a white cross, and a plump, wobbly human-shaped balloon was staggering out.

Then, a hand sensor gently touched Lu Sui's ear. "Master, you have a fever."

With an almost reverent and suppressed excitement, Wu Mangmang slid to her knees before the big white figure. "Are you Baymax? Are you really Baymax?"

Was this the inflatable medical robot from Big Hero 6?

Baymax expressionlessly glanced down at Wu Mangmang.

Wu Mangmang grabbed Baymax's hand and placed it on her chest. "Can you feel it? My breathing is rapid, my heart is racing, my palms are sweaty, and my stomach is cramping. What illness is this?"

Wu Mangmang thought to herself, this truly was her dream house—absolutely perfect.

A moment later, Baymax spoke in the robot's characteristic monotone voice. "These are symptoms of a mental disorder."

Huh, could it really diagnose that?Wu Mangmang looked up past the back of the sofa to see Lu Sui, who was holding a tablet smart remote control. She even caught a glimpse of the words "psycho" typed on the tablet. So it was Lu Sui who had hacked into Baymax's terminal earlier and controlled it to speak.

"Mr. Lu," Wu Mangmang greeted respectfully.

Baymax had already gradually deflated and shrunk, returning to the red box.

Lu Sui said, "The design isn't perfected yet. It just looks like Baymax, nothing more than a toy."

Wu Mangmang looked at Lu Sui's pale, slightly flushed cheeks. "Are you sick?"

Lu Sui only hummed in response, fully conveying his unwillingness to be disturbed.

Wu Mangmang obediently said, "Then I won't bother you. The celestial globe vase has been restored. Would you like to take a look?"

"I'll go over later," Lu Sui replied.

Wu Mangmang quietly slipped out. She didn't want dinner—with all her recent part-time jobs, she had neglected exercise and gained two pounds. To maintain her figure, she had already given up dinner.

The mountain villa lacked any of the entertainment Wu Mangmang enjoyed. To burn off excess energy, she set up a yoga mat on the second-floor terrace overlooking the forest. Under the starry sky, she began exercising her flexible body.

Wu Mangmang was, after all, an advanced-level yoga practitioner, capable of many challenging poses.

Like the Frog Pose, for example.

Hands on the ground, feet lifted and resting on the elbows, brought forward—the whole body supported only by the strength of the arms. It was the spitting image of a frog.

As Wu Mangmang moved her arms forward, she let out a series of "ribbit, ribbit, ribbit" sounds to vent the pain in her body.

Yoga truly was a form of self-torture.

At that moment, a soft chuckle came from slightly below and to the side of Wu Mangmang, but it was drowned out by the forest's insects, birds, and her own "ribbits."

As Wu Mangmang changed poses, her shirt lifted with the movement of her arms, revealing the dazzling, brilliant sparkle of diamonds around her navel.

If the world had suddenly fallen silent at that moment, perhaps we could have heard the sound of someone swallowing hard.

Yoga made the body graceful, flexible, and slender. On a quiet night, it also allowed one to meditate on the beauty of another's form.

An hour later, Wu Mangmang rose from her meditation, stretched, packed up her yoga mat, changed clothes, and went downstairs to find Lu Sui, hoping he had already inspected the celestial globe vase and granted her permission to leave the island tomorrow.

Wu Mangmang found Lu Sui on the first-floor terrace and couldn't help but fuss, "Mr. Lu, you're sick. You shouldn't be in the wind."

This remark was purely out of a normal person's conscience or social politeness, with no other intentions whatsoever.

Lu Sui glanced at Wu Mangmang, hummed in acknowledgment, and stood up.

"Help me up."

Lu Sui's voice was slightly hoarse. Wu Mangmang noticed the redness on his cheeks had deepened, and even his palms felt feverish. She guessed he had an upper respiratory infection, which had made his voice hoarse.

At that moment, Lu Sui seemed unsteady on his feet. Wu Mangmang helped him take the elevator down to the ground floor. The ground floor was submerged in the sea, with the glass corridor outside revealing the azure waters—at least during the day. Now, under the corridor's lights, the deep, mesmerizing underwater world was visible.

If the younger Wu Mangmang had seen this, she would have jumped for joy—it was like an ocean park.Lu Sui was burning with fever, his mind hazy. Wu Mangmang helped him lie down on the bed. Unable to find the first aid kit anywhere, she picked up the remote control and fumbled with it, eventually managing to locate it through the robot C-3PO.

Wu Mangmang held the ear thermometer close to Lu Sui’s ear to take his temperature—39 degrees Celsius. If his fever climbed any higher, he’d likely end up a fool.

She found fever-reducing medicine in the kit and brought water to Lu Sui, helping him take it.

Just as she set the cup down, Lu Sui grabbed her hand, pulling her down onto the bed with him. Before she could react, he had already pinned her beneath him.

“Your stomach is so cold,” Lu Sui said.

Wu Mangmang struggled to prop herself up on her elbows and looked at Lu Sui. His eyes were clear, not at all like someone delirious with fever. Her heart skipped a beat, then another, but she kept her voice soft as she said, “That’s because of uterine cold.”

Lu Sui repeated the words “uterine cold” under his breath, then leaned down again, pushing up the hem of Wu Mangmang’s T-shirt.

She grabbed his hand. Even in this state, he was still thinking about such things—could he even manage it?

“Give it to me!” Lu Sui demanded.

Give you my foot. Wu Mangmang was furious, but she didn’t curse. Cursing now would only alert him. Instead, she subtly curled her leg, aiming straight for a man’s vulnerable spot.

But in the next second, her leg was forcefully pressed down. She struggled fiercely, only for her hands to be pinned above her head by Lu Sui with just one of his.

Men were naturally stronger than women, and Wu Mangmang was certain Lu Sui had trained—his muscles were firm and unyielding, impossible to pinch through.

“Don’t resist,” Lu Sui’s voice was low and hoarse, but the command in it was unmistakable.

Have you heard the story of the scholar and the wolf?

This was exactly it. Wu Mangmang cursed herself for being foolish enough to rescue a feverish wolf.

She forced herself to stay calm and said, “Mr. Lu, you’re delirious from the fever. Rape is a serious crime.”

In that moment, she had already thought through what she would need to do in the future—first, report it to the police, then get a medical examination for injuries, and finally, appear in court under public scrutiny, only to be left speechless by the defense lawyer’s questions and accused of deliberately seducing Lu Sui.

“Mr. Lu, please calm down. With your status, you can have any woman you want. Please let me go, and I’ll pretend nothing happened.” Wu Mangmang avoided using the word “beg,” knowing it would only excite him further.

It was truly hopeless.

She knew she should resist violently, like an innocent maiden, scratching him until he bled, only to be slapped until she saw stars and forced to spread her legs.

But in this situation, fierce resistance was far from wise.

It would only add to his excitement.

Wu Mangmang stared blankly at the ceiling, recalling a famous saying she’d seen online: if you can’t resist, just lie back and enjoy it.

In this looks-obsessed society, it was said that being forced by a man with stunning looks and immense wealth wasn’t really considered force. According to romance novel tropes, she should even end up falling in love with him.

But at this moment, Wu Mangmang truly wished she could stab the man on top of her to death.

However, the expected roughness and pain never came.

Her abdomen felt as if it were being licked by a puppy, the diamond on her belly button ring swirled around by a warm, wet tongue.

Swirling back and forth.

As if it were coated with fresh cream, making it irresistible to the “mouth.”

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but Lu Sui made no further moves, only lavishing affection on that small patch of skin around her navel.That place, though once a passage, had already closed up within the first week of her birth, okay?

Wu Mangmang didn’t dare move an inch. What was even more terrifying than being forced was encountering a perverted rapist.

He seemed so obsessed with her navel—would he stab through her abdomen, cut her open, and pull out her intestines?

Wu Mangmang shuddered.

After that, there was complete silence.

A heavy weight pressed down on her lower abdomen.

What was going on?

Wu Mangmang slightly propped herself up. "Mr. Lu?"

"Stop making noise, it's annoying." Lu Sui shifted his head resting on Wu Mangmang's stomach and continued to sleep deeply.

Wu Mangmang felt like she could hardly breathe—Lu Sui's head was really heavy.

She gently tried to push him away.

Lu Sui frowned and said, "I'm sick, you're cool."

Was he using her as a human ice pack?

The ceiling above was actually made of transparent glass, with fish occasionally swimming by, curiously circling around.

Wu Mangmang's stomach ached terribly, and she only wished for Lu Sui to lose consciousness quickly.

So she raised her hand and gently stroked Lu Sui's hair, singing softly, "Good baby, sleep now, sleep and grow tall."

"Good baby, sleep now, sleep and eat bread."

...

Though it was an improvised lullaby, Wu Mangmang's voice was sweet and soft, her tone gentle, and it actually smoothed the wrinkles between Lu Sui's brows.

"Mr. Lu?"

No response.

Wu Mangmang called again, "Good son?"

Still no response.

He was definitely fast asleep.

Wu Mangmang gently lifted Lu Sui's head. Fortunately, she was flexible and agile, managing to silently slide her flattened stomach out from under his head.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Wu Mangmang painfully rubbed her numb stomach.

Unable to contain her anger, she leaned close to Lu Sui's face and whispered, "Good son, good baby, Mommy's good little boy."

"Mwah~" Wu Mangmang blew a kiss toward Lu Sui from a distance.

Then she patted his cheek and cupped his face, squeezing it into a pig-like pout. "What a good son."

In the silent space, countless eyes clearly recorded this scene.