Tang Yu's father extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray, his smile not reaching his eyes.

"Can't you see for yourself if you made any money?"

With that, he stood up and walked towards the door.

"Click."

The sound of the door being locked echoed.

Tang Yu's father slowly pulled out his belt and walked towards Tang Yu.

A father's belt, a son's back.

Tang Yu's eyes sparkled as he looked at his father, his face full of anticipation.

When the belt came down, he didn't scream like he used to.

The calm and composed smile on his face made his father question his life choices.

Is there something wrong with my belt?

Or have I really gotten too old to discipline this kid?

"Dad, have you had lunch?" Tang Yu asked with concern.

This Unmoving King Skill is damn effective.

With this, Dad can't hit me anymore!

Facing Tang Yu's provocation, his father suddenly felt something was off about his son.

He put his belt back on and, worried, took out his phone to call Tang Yu's mother.

"Hong Ying, go find a psychiatrist. I think our son has a mental problem..."

Hearing his father's words, Tang Yu was shocked.

He quickly jumped up and ran out, shouting as he went.

"I'm not sick, Dad! I was just joking."

He just wanted to test if the Unmoving King Skill given by the system worked.

Being able to take a hit from his father's belt without feeling pain was quite impressive.

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It seems the system really came through this time.

With this, his survival ability was greatly enhanced.

From now on, he's not afraid of poison or beatings!

Seeing Tang Yu whistling and skipping along, the servants of the Tang Family looked at him in horror.

Has Young Master Tang taken the wrong medicine?

Just as he was about to return to his room to enjoy being a lazy bum, Tang Yu saw a beautiful girl in a maid outfit at the door.

She was wearing glasses, adding a touch of aloofness to her exquisite and beautiful face.

What caught Tang Yu's attention even more was her explosive figure, which was perfectly suited for the maid outfit.

Her figure was just slightly inferior to that of Little Yue.

"Hello, Young Master Tang," the girl in the maid outfit said with a slight smile and a bow.

"Hello, hello," Tang Yu replied cheerfully.

Finally, there's a pretty maid at home. This is the life a rich handsome guy should have.

[Oh, this girl is really something.]

[I wonder if walking around makes her tired.]

Hearing Tang Yu's thoughts, Ling Han's mouth twitched slightly.

She looked up at Tang Yu and said softly, "Young Master Tang doesn't seem to remember me?"

Tang Yu was slightly stunned. After staring at her carefully, he finally recognized her.

Damn, isn't this Ling Han, whom he met at the Xinghe Club last time?

He didn't recognize her at first because Ling Han was wearing light makeup, making her look like a pure beauty.

This was also her specialty: makeup and disguise.

Simply put, she could be whatever you liked.

According to the original plot, she should be seducing Qin Ming and another young master, stirring up trouble between them.

Later, he warned Qin Ming to stay away from her, and he never heard from her again.

Why is she at his house now?

[That bastard Ye Chen, is he already plotting revenge against me?]

[Just because I beat him up and made him bleed, does he have to hold such a grudge?]

Hearing Tang Yu's muttering, Ling Han was also stunned.

She had indeed received news that the Dragon King was ambushed and injured by several experts while protecting a little girl.

But what was this about bleeding?

"Miss Ling, you're working at my house now? That's great, but have you ever worked as a maid before?" Tang Yu asked with a smile.

[This demoness is not easy to deal with. She's ranked third among the Eight War Generals. Is she here for me?]

[No worries, infiltration is her specialty.]

[But unfortunately for her, she's met me. She won't last a day.]

[Today, I'll show her why I'm called Scumbag Yu.]

"I have. I can do laundry, cook, and clean. I even took special maid training," Ling Han replied sweetly.

As a top assassin of the Dragon Soul organization, she often carried out such missions.

Being a maid was her most commonly used identity!

"But our Tang Family is different, as you can see. We're the top of the four major families in Suzhou and Hangzhou. Being a maid here isn't easy."

Tang Yu pointed to his room and said, "Start by cleaning my room. Let's see if you can handle it."

"Okay, Young Master Tang," Ling Han replied with a sweet smile and walked into the room to start cleaning.

Tang Yu casually closed the door.

[Hehe, I used to be afraid of you because you were one of the Eight War Generals.]

[But now, things are different. I'm no longer afraid of getting beaten.]

[If I don't drive you away today, I'll give my Scumbag Yu nickname to Ye Chen.]

He sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes wandering over Ling Han's body.

[This maid outfit is nice, but it's a bit too conservative. A heart-shaped cutout at the chest would be better.]

[The skirt length is just right... Damn, why is it safety shorts again?]

While cleaning, Ling Han listened to Tang Yu's thoughts.

She really wanted to hit this guy.

If I don't wear safety shorts, should I wear a thong?

Fortunately, she had professional training and could tolerate this level of annoyance.

After quickly tidying up the room, she asked softly, "Young Master Tang, are you satisfied?"

"It's okay, passable," Tang Yu nodded. This woman was indeed quite versatile. If you didn't know better, you'd think she was a professional maid.

He patted the carpet beside him and said, "In our family, maids also need to know how to give massages. Come, let's test your skills."

"..." Ling Han suppressed the urge to hit him and asked with a sweet smile, "How would Young Master Tang like the massage?"

"I haven't been sleeping well lately. Massage my head," Tang Yu said, lying down by the bed and signaling her to start.

Ling Han took a stool, sat by the bed, and gently pressed her hands on Tang Yu's temples.

"Is this pressure okay?"

"It's fine, it's fine. But I have a question for you."

"Please ask, Young Master Tang."

"I get tired just from dribbling a soccer ball. Aren't you tired from walking around all day?"

"..."

"Even if you are, just tell me. It's a small matter."

"Thank you, Young Master Tang," Ling Han replied as calmly as possible, though her fists were already clenched tightly.