Gujiajia slammed the custom maid uniform she’d changed out of onto the pile, spun on her heel, and strode out, her steps brisk.

“Wait.”

A cool voice called out to Gujiajia again.

Hadn’t she been told she could clock out?

Gujiajia gritted her teeth, turned slowly, and the smile on her face was barely contained.

“Is there anything else?”

Su Qingshan sat with her legs crossed, her face lazily expressionless, exuding icy nobility.

She jerked her chin toward the kitchen. “There’s a pile of worthless half-finished dishes inside. Take them all home.”

Gujiajia froze.

She’d thought this nasty Dark Dragon was about to humiliate her again.

Why? Was she giving her something?

Watching Gujiajia stand frozen, Su Qingshan tilted her head. “What? Don’t you want them?”

Though this Dark Dragon always bullied her, she’d offered Gujiajia a twenty-thousand-yuan monthly salary outright.

How could she accept charity?

If she did, Gujiajia would despise herself.

Suddenly, a familiar, cool fragrance reached her nose.

Su Qingshan stood so close Gujiajia felt her breath and instinctively stepped back.

“You are my maid. I am your master.”

Su Qingshan leaned in closer. “Is a little maid allowed to refuse her master’s orders?”

Gujiajia stepped back again, blushing.

Tsk, such a shy big sister.

Su Qingshan stopped advancing.

Inside, Gujiajia felt both embarrassed and angry—how could she be so nasty?

Yet her heart warmed.

Embarrassed because they were too close; every cell screamed at her scent.

Angry because she bullied her with words.

Warm because she was kind but hid it behind annoying remarks.

What a stubborn Dark Dragon!

“Pack them up yourself.”

Su Qingshan crossed her arms, legs crossed, leaning against the wall, amused by Gujiajia’s flushed face pretending nonchalance.

“Oh.”

Gujiajia responded obediently and walked into the kitchen.

Seeing the array of ingredients, she inwardly cried, “What a waste!”

Half-finished?

Worthless?

These were gourmet meals!

Su Qingshan had followed, still lazily leaning against the doorframe.

“Pack them neatly. I don’t handle kitchen waste myself.”

Gujiajia’s hands paused.

Kitchen waste?

Did she think she was a trash can?

Such good meals—what a waste!

Evil capitalist!

Money burning a hole in her pocket?

Making her take them yet calling them trash!

After packing everything, Gujiajia turned and jumped at Su Qingshan’s beautiful face inches away.

She tried to step back but the counter blocked her retreat.

Su Qingshan braced her hands on the counter, nearly embracing Gujiajia.

Gujiajia’s soft, warm chest pressed against her.

They felt each other’s moist breath—one sweet, one cool.

Su Qingshan smiled, like snow melting on a mountain.

“Maid big sister is so obedient. It seems you prefer calling me master?”

Gujiajia’s face flushed crimson, all dignity forgotten.

“That’s not true!”

Su Qingshan caressed Gujiajia’s chin.

“Still denying it? A maid doesn’t need to be tsundere with her master.”

Gujiajia’s heart pounded like a drum. Could she hear it too?

Su Qingshan watched, satisfied, as Gujiajia buried her head almost into her own chest.

Gujiajia carried the packed meals, feeling deeply wronged.

How could the Dark Dragon bully her like this?

It was too much!

Her heart raced, her face burning.

She felt even more wronged.

But she’d benefited—high salary, lavish meals.

Qingshan Tower.

The entire building belonged to Qingshan Company, named after it.

In the spacious top-floor office, Su Qingshan sat in her boss chair, lost in thought over documents.

The soft-spoken big sister seemed easy to tease—she’d wanted to push harder.

She was still surprised she’d cornered her like that.

“President Su, is there a problem with this new list?”

Her tall, sexy secretary was nervous; Su Qingshan had stared at the files too long.

It was routine yearly investment. Why the hesitation?

Had she finally realized grooming kids as charity beneficiaries was too extravagant?

Charity was fine, but must it include company talent development?

Su Qingshan snapped back.

Her gaze swept the screen.

If not for that treacherous Divine Being’s agreement to build faith here, who’d bother?

Ready-made talent was better.

Why groom believers in modern society? Employees were practical.

This was her pioneering path—sure to be legendary.

Such charity built good connections.

Useful when fortunes shifted, and great for whitewashing herself.

Delightful!

“Azure Rainbow Sect is a declining sect. Only the Sect Leader and kids she rescued remain.”

“It’s less a cultivation sect, more a private shelter. The Sect Leader struggles alone—they owe three months’ rent. Homeless soon.”

The secretary reported all findings clearly.

They were truly desperate.

Su Qingshan thought.

“A shelter under a sect’s name? Perfect!”

Another charity-loving soul like her.

Shared goals meant mutual help.

But this Sect Leader seemed foolish—needing charity unlike Su Qingshan, who could now help her.

Genuine kindness, or a cover for something else?

She was intrigued by this earnest Sect Leader.

“Is Azure Rainbow Sect far?”

Su Qingshan asked.

The capable secretary recited the memorized address.

“Prepare. I’ll inspect it personally.”

The secretary left immediately, feeling no distrust.

Long-term sponsorship required caution—even wealthy companies didn’t waste money.

A black limousine glided from the garage, understated yet luxurious, merging into traffic toward the city’s west.