Chapter 7 - Top-level Little Maid

He Yueyu put her arms around her chest and sat beside him, “Actually, I understand why you don’t believe me. But under such circumstance, I can only tell you the truth…”

She deliberately made two light coughs, “I did not plan to tell anyone this secret, but as you are my master, I can tell you that….”

She whispered near his ear, “The chef in Huibin Hotel is actually my last chief disciple. His cooking skills are all taught by me.”

“Really?” Duan Weiqi kept himself from laughing and lift his eyebrows, “How come I don’t know my uncle took a girl much younger than him as his teacher?”

“What? Your uncle?” She seemed a little stunned at Duan Weiqi’s words

“In addition, …”

He turned around and picked up an advertising leaflet, “I guess the tidiness of my apartment should attribute to the hard work of Xingxingtang Housekeeping Services Company.”

Gosh! He Yueyu rushed to grasp that leaflet. It was terrible that Duan Weiqi found it! She felt so embarrassed, wondering why this hateful man was so smart.

Duan Weiqi not only pitilessly exposed her trickery, but also bitterly satirized that she was a little fool who couldn’t do anything well.

All these things made her a laughing stalk. She felt too shamed to raise her head in front of him.

After dinner, Duan Weiqi asked her to clean up the dinning room and brew a cup of coffee for him before walking away.

With all her strength, she finally finished the cleaning after breaking three bowls and two saucers. But she was stumped by brewing coffee.

She drank coffee brewed by others all the time. How could she be able to brew coffee for others?

Who would know how those coffee beans and coffee mate were converted to liquid coffee? Would she have to buy a book about how to brew coffee and learn from the very beginning?

Suddenly, Miss He had a brainwave, “The apartment is located in a busy street, so there must be convenience stores nearby.”

Young Master Duan only required her to brew coffee, but he didn’t ask her to make it in a specific way. Then, she went to buy two big bags of instant coffee in a convenience store.

Well, she always could find a way to cope with problems.

When she came to the door of his study with a cup of coffee in hand, she lightly knocked on the door and cleared her throat, “Young Master, your coffee is ready.”

A strong and deep voice came out of the study. He Yueyu carefully pushed the door open. The study was all decorated in blue and black, bringing the impression of solemnity and dignity at the first sight.

At the moment, Duan Weiqi was striking the keyboard of an ultrathin laptop at the big luxury desk made of solid wood. Taking off the well-ironed shirt, he seemed to prefer some baggy leisure wear at home.

With a V-neck white T-shirt, he looked as if he owned both the vigor of youth and a success man’s competence.

Duan Weiqi and He Yueyu’s eldest brother Lin Xiaoran were quite similar in demeanor, even in temperament.

One of the biggest surprises to her was that she saw a financial magazine with Duan Weiqi as the cover figure when buying the instant coffee.

She bought the magazine and found that he was the chief executive of the famous Jinfeng Bank. This unexpected finding really astonished her.

Just as what she said, a man who could drive a sports car worth about a million pounds must have an uncommon background. But she never expected that he was the boss of a multinational bank.

She could not help peeping at him, who was concentrated on his work, with a slight frown and concentrated eyes. He just looked like a noble idol, enchanting He Yueyu without realizing it.

Now, He Yueyu forgot everything, including the coffee in her hand.

“Why are you still standing there? Do you want me to drink cold coffee?”

Without knowing how long it had been, He Yueyu heard his wry voice came to her senses in a flurry, hating herself for erotic fantasies about him every time she looked at him.

“I just do not want to disturb you, young master.” She hastily gave a reasonable excuse to prevent herself from being regarded as an horny girl and accordingly teased by him.

She lift her foot and walked to his desk, but suddenly slipped and fell to the marble floor.

“Ah….”

With a series of loud clashing noises, the cup of coffee had flied toward the desk in a parabolic path, directly targeting the laptop.

When the steaming coffee was all poured into the keyboard, the screen of the laptop turned dark and the website on the screen was also shut at the same time.

Duan Weiqi was astonished at what happened for a while. After realizing what was going on, he saw He Yueyu in a pinky-white maid uniform lying on her stomach awkwardly. Her underpants printed with a little bear were wrapped on the perfectly round hips, and the spotty hood tied to her head had fell, leaving her hair down. This sad scene interested Duan Weiqi.

“I know you are eager to express your respect to me, but we are living in the 21st century, you need not prostrate yourself on the ground when serving coffee to your master.”

He started to doubt whether this girl was idiotic in the area of sports, if not, how could she have a fall on flat ground?”

Lying on the ground, He Yueyu wrathfully raised her head and stared at him, “Hey, don’t be so mean and callous. Is this damn floor polished with wax? How could it be so slippery? Ouch, my knees…”

She frowned, “Will you keep sitting by and do nothing? Hurry and help me up.” How hateful he was! Shouldn’t he behave like a gentleman when seeing a miss falling?

Refraining from laughing, Duan Weiqi left the leather chair and ran to hold her arms, “Do I need to call an ambulance?”

“Humph!” She felt angry and painful, almost bursting into tears.

“Duan Weiqi, how can you laugh now?”

Seeing his lips lightly stretched, she gritted her teeth wrathfully, “You have to give me 0.5mllion dollars for my body injury.” The slip was caused by serving coffee for him, so he must compensate her.

“Why stop calling me young master? I thought you were determined to be a top-level maid?”

Hearing her calling him his full name, he thought that was the real He Yueyu, “Only a slip disclosed your actual nature as a little vixenish cat, didn’t it?”

“Who is the little vixenish cat?”

He looked at the back of her with teasing eyes, “Then I’ll call you little bear instead of little vixenish cat.”

Thump!

He Yueyu blushed immediately. She seemed to think of her hips exposed in the air just now, and quickly drew her skirt down over her knees. With his smile becoming bigger and bigger, she felt more and more ashamed.

“How… can you look at that part…. of a girl?” She was vexed at not being able to gouge his eyes out and stew them to eat.

“If I remember correctly, it is you who actively lie on your stomach to show me…”

“You profaned the part of my body which should not be exposed to you. Mental trauma plus body injury, you have to pay 1 million dollars to me for compensation.” She extended a finger, directly demanding an exorbitant price.

This man required her to be his maid just because her car crashed his sports car, so that she would not let him have an easy time.

“No problem!” Duan Weiqi shrugged indifferently, then pointed to his desk with his chin, “I can pay you 1 million dollars, but you poured the coffee into my laptop on work and caused financial loss of 50 million… euros! Let’s calculate how much money you should pay me.”

“Do you want me to spend 50 million euros for your damn laptop?”