Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

Chapter 11: Cleverness Akin To Temptation Can Devour People

Following Shen Chunjiang's departure, Steward Zhou stayed behind. Despite having certain concerns, Yang Lan refrained from unleashing her anger in a verbal onslaught. Instead, she directed a resentful glare at Shen Wan before pivoting and retreating to her room.

"Isn't it satisfying to manipulate someone like a puppet without saying a word?" Shen Yan sneered.

Shen Wan meekly responded with an internal acknowledgment, "Yes," yet her expression remained gentle and devoid of hostility.

With this delicate appearance, she managed to deceive her father, which infuriated Shen Yan to no end.

"Shen Wan, just you wait. One day, I will personally unveil your layer of hypocrisy and let everyone see what you truly are!"

Sure, go ahead and try.

A rush of excitement flowed within her, yet her expression remained subtly anxious. Shen Wan carried herself with a calm demeanor.

"Pretentious, disgustingly so! Utterly revolting—" Shen Yan shouted, then stormed upstairs. Anger fueled her movements, yet her departure appeared slightly disheveled.

Shen Wan lifted her gaze in a timely manner, her expression a mask of bewilderment.

Steward Zhou had been secretly observing the demeanor of the "Third Lady". Unable to detect any trace of her being flustered or angered by Second Lady's harsh words, it was as if she didn't understand or hadn't even registered them.

Steward Zhou's eyelid twitched, recalling the day he had escorted Shen Wan back home...

The alley stretched far back, and the narrow lane was shaded. A girl wearing a white dress stepped out, dragging an old-fashioned suitcase behind her. Her long, black hair framed her face, and her clear eyes sparkled in the sunlight, giving her pale skin an almost transparent appearance.

She was thin, looking like a slender bamboo shoot from a distance, as though a gust of wind could topple her over.

Her frail demeanor invoked an inexplicable sense of pity.

For a moment, Steward Zhou became lost in thought. Finally, he understood why the Master had gone against everyone's advice to bring her back to the Shen household.

The more powerful a man is, the more he likes to be attached.

Similar to a tall and sturdy tree with a straight trunk, wouldn't it lose some of its natural charm without the presence of a clinging vine?

Steward Zhou respectfully addressed her as "Third Lady".

The girl appeared somewhat uneasy, yet not flustered.

He opened the car door for her, and she gracefully slid in. Despite her youth, she exuded elegance without seeming out of place—a natural at adapting.

During the journey, she didn't initiate conversation or engage in small talk, nor did she inquire about anything. She wasn't obsequious, yet didn't come across as overly haughty either.

Just the right amount, not too much nor too little.

Her every move was precise, stopping at the right moment.

Steward Zhou wasn't young anymore, and his memory wasn't exceptional, but that day's scene was etched deeply in his mind. He remembered every detail clearly.

This girl...

Either she was genuinely naive or she was feigning innocence.

Subconsciously, he refused to believe in the second possibility. It would require such profound subtlety, such intricate manipulation of emotions to maintain such a flawless facade.

Cleverness can be akin to temptation and as for temptation, it seeks to devour people.

"Steward Zhou? Is there something on my face? Why have you been staring at me?" The girl smiled with a touch of innocence.

Steward Zhou suddenly lowered his head, "I apologize, Third Lady."

"It's alright."

"Well then, I'll go back to work." nove(l)bi(n.)com

Shen Wan nodded.

After Steward Zhou left, a servant approached, "Third Lady, what about these items..."

Shen Wan glanced at the cheap household items spread out on the table. "Dispose of them."

She had used these things in her past life, but she wouldn't repeat the same mistakes in this life.

If Yang Lan wanted to play these household games, she was more than willing to indulge her.

In the afternoon, the room was adorned with brand-new daily necessities, from shampoo to moisturizer, all prepared according to Shen Yan's specifications.

After they finished dinner, Yang Lan with an cold expression handed her a cashier's check.

Shen Wan took it—

Perfect, one hundred thousand yuan.