Chapter 140: Confrontation
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 140: Confrontation
The dazzling afternoon sunlight flooded into the dim restaurant, piercingly bright.
The autumn wind swept in from behind the black-and-white maid’s dress, carrying a chill that extinguished the flickering, suggestive candlelight. The romantic atmosphere of the candlelit dinner seemed to transform into a cold, solemn execution ground in an instant.
In the blur of the transition, a faint, inconspicuous white light seemed to flash within the dim restaurant.
An didn't pay it any mind. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the gloom, sweeping across the entire restaurant in a single heartbeat, not missing even the most obscure corner.
There were only three people in the restaurant.
One seductive vixen.
Another who looked honest on the surface, but whose behavior and the fine figure hidden beneath her oversized uniform marked her as a closet seductive vixen.
And one more...
A bald-headed old man?
Anna: "Oh? Do we have a guest?"
Shali: "I... I'm sorry, dear guest, but we are temporarily closed."
The bald-headed old man: "Ah-ba, ah-ba."
An’s willow-leaf brows twitched slightly as her gaze swept over the three of them.
The Young Master isn't here?
No, both her intuition and the traces of his presence pointed directly to this restaurant.
"Pardon me, I am not here to dine."
An stepped into the restaurant.
Her back was rod-straight, and every step she took was as precise as if measured by a ruler.
She possessed a dignified air, yet as she walked, she carried the overwhelming momentum of a thousand-strong army.
Anna had been curiously observing the maid who entered, a suppressed smile playing on her lips as she glanced sideways.
But at that moment, as if by a primal instinct triggered by a predator entering her territory, she couldn't help but straighten her own back, her narrow eyes squinting slightly.
On the other side, Shali seemed to sense something as well, her expression growing tense.
"I am looking for someone," An said.
"Is there a blond man here?"
"Oh? Looking for someone? But isn't it a bit rude to just barge in like this?"
Anna didn't answer directly. She simply picked up a wine glass from the side and took a sip, her tender red lips instantly becoming as vivid as a flame.
"At the very least, one should knock first, shouldn't they?"
"I don't believe anyone knocks before entering a restaurant."
An’s gaze swept over the three of them again as she smiled.
"Or are you all doing something... unspeakable?"
Anna smiled back. "Whatever we are doing has nothing to do with you, does it?"
"It doesn't."
An thought for a moment, then pulled out a photograph. "So, have you seen this man?"
In the photo, the blond man was fast asleep, looking incredibly peaceful.
Judging by his exposed arms and the way his pectoral muscles were only partially obscured by the duvet—like a pipa player hiding half her face—the man appeared to be sleeping naked.
The fact that someone could take such an unguarded photo of him spoke volumes about their intimacy.
Ann—!
Where did that photo come from?!
At that moment, Muen—who had been turned into a bald-headed old man by Senior Sister Anna’s potion—didn't even have time to wonder why An was here before he broke into a cold sweat!
He quickly realized that, given An's position as his personal maid, she could take these kinds of photos whenever she wanted. She could even pose him in embarrassing ways and take a whole collection of "shame play" photos if she felt like it.
But the problem was, bringing out that kind of photo right now was basically...
"Oh my, he looks like... quite the scum man. Unfortunately, I haven't seen him."
Anna looked at the photo, her tone unchanged, still wearing a light smile.
Muen, however, felt his legs begin to shake uncontrollably.
Stop shaking! Don't be so pathetic!
Muen couldn't help but slap his thigh hard.
Senior Sister Anna clearly didn't care about your intimacy with Shali just now, so why would she care about a little thing like this? It’s just a photo of him sleeping. With the Senior Sister's broad-mindedness, how could she possibly mind?
"Hmm?"
But Muen’s violent gesture seemed to catch An’s attention.
"Old gentleman... you seem to be shaking all over. Are you alright?"
"I... I'm cold. I'm cold."
Muen pinched his throat, making his voice sound raspy and hoarse.
"When you get old, you're always afraid of the cold."
"But you also seem to be sweating quite a lot."
"Hot! I'm hot again!"
Muen tugged forcefully at his collar, shouting, "This room is too small; it gets hot easily."
"Is that so? At your age, old gentleman, you should take better care of your health."
"I will, I will!"
"However, speaking of which..."
An lowered her eyes, her gaze sweeping over Muen’s clothes with a meaningful look.
"For someone of your age, old gentleman, your choice of attire is rather youthful."
Muen’s expression froze.
The potion could change his appearance, but it couldn't change his clothes.
Thus, Muen was still wearing a pure white shirt and a silver-gray coat decorated with a fringe of golden tassels. The hand-tailored style screamed "flamboyant noble scion," making him look utterly out of place as a bald-headed old man.
"This... my heart is still young, hahahaha..."
"I see. That is a plausible explanation. But, old gentleman..."
An’s nostrils flared slightly. The room was filled with a heavy scent of perfume and another strange substance, masking the Young Master’s scent, but...
"I can't help but feel that you are very similar to him."
"Am... am I?"
"You are. Your movements, your expression, and even the frequency at which your legs shake when you're afraid... they are all quite similar."
An pressed closer, step by step.
Each step felt like it was landing directly on Muen’s heart.
Muen’s heart was in his throat. He knew that if An caught him out on a date with a woman—let alone two...
He would die!
He would definitely die!
Even if he didn't die, An would lock him up with iron chains and keep him as a pet for the rest of his life!
Anything but that!
But right now, Muen could do nothing. The more he acted, the more likely he was to expose himself.
The only thing he could do now was pray. Pray that An...
"Miss."
Just as Muen was finished praying to God, the Buddha, the Jade Emperor, and even Nyarlathotep without stopping An’s approach, he suddenly felt a soft, fragrant warmth envelop his arm.
Senior Sister Anna had leaned in, hugging Muen’s arm like a woman in an intimate relationship.
She looked at An, the gentle smile still on her lips.
"Are you mistaken about something? If there's something wrong with your eyes, I can call a doctor for you."
She paused, then added, "Look closely. How could my boyfriend possibly be the person in your photograph?"
"Your... boyfriend?"
An looked at the bald-headed old man, then back at Anna. For the first time, a hint of uncertainty entered her voice.
"Your taste... is quite heavy."
"Isn't there a saying?"
Anna tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, looking utterly enchanting.
"True love can cross all boundaries."