What should I do if I was forced into marriage by the sick and charming young lady?

"Yes, ma'am!"

After that, Yu Qingxue explained part of the details of the assassination. All the maids had their brains wide open and proposed many unimaginable assassination plans, which surprised Yu Qingxue.

In Yu Qingxue's eyes, they are not defective products. After all, not all of them are born all-round players. Although the maids of the Lighthouse Internet Cafe are not qualified in serving, they are all a group of razors who see blood and seal their throats. With them Now, Yu Qingxue is not worried that she will lose to Yuexue Lixu in the end.

In the end, Yuexue Lixu will lose completely. Yu Qingxue knows that Yuexue Lixu will find this island sooner or later, but so what?

Yu Qingxue will take away the hole cards in her hand, and Yue Xueli, who has become a poor commander, is destined to be unable to stir up trouble.

After the meeting, it was dusk.

"Ma'am, what do you need to prepare for tonight?"

"Forget about exercising, damn it, I won't eat to lose weight tonight, prepare some Indian food for my husband."

Volume 280#Chapter [-] Chapter [-] Amir doesn't care

"Goodbye, miss."

At the gate of the marble courtyard shaped like the Palace of Versailles in the depths of the Tokyo forest, an exotic girl with wheat-colored skin and chestnut hair pursed her lips slightly, with a calm demeanor like a monk.

Next, Amir will return to Mumbai.

"Let's go, go back."

The housekeeper at the door seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and arrived at Tokyo Haneda International Airport, and did not choose to take a private plane. Although going to the airport is more dangerous for her now, if she can lure Yu Qingxue out of it with her own danger, That's totally worth it too.

She drooped her eyelids, and would soon go to that magical and magical country that was also her own birthplace. She didn't know how long it would take to see the bustling Tokyo street scene in this life.

Everything is to capture Lord Sijin back again.

"Master Sijin, don't forget that in your novel, I am also the heroine after all..."

Due to some force majeure factors, the book was finally stopped. One day, Master Sijin must finish writing the book.

Amir thought.

Before I knew it, I had already arrived at the airport. It was now 10:05 noon. I took All Nippon Airways to Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport and the journey took 10 hours.

Because Amir came to Tokyo only to work as a maid for Tsukiyuki Risu, so it is not considered a foreigner entering the customs, and the process is relatively simple. Soon Amir walked into the airport, and the old housekeeper beside him was always keeping absolute vigilance about his surroundings. Like a lion.

"Uncle Amiteba, don't worry, even if someone really wants to kill me, they won't do it in such a blatant place..."

"Yes, Miss."

After a long absence, Emil was taken aback when she heard the servants of the family address herself as the eldest lady. The title of eldest lady has always been reserved for Yue Xue Lixu, and she has already forgotten that she is also a young lady. fact.

At 11:00, Emil boarded the plane, and the crew members had clean resumes. Out of trust in Tsukiyuki Roo, she thought that the possibility of her being killed on the plane was very low.

The old butler Amitba used to be a skilled former Sikh mercenary. Amir's exquisite sniping skills were largely trained by the butler Amitaba. To a large extent, it made up for Amir's shortcomings in close combat.

"Take it easy, uncle, we have to sit on the plane for ten hours, it's quite hard."

The old housekeeper Amiteba hesitated to speak. After hesitating for a moment, he asked in Indian English with a strong curry flavor:

"Miss, although I shouldn't ask about this matter, I still want to ask you, do you have someone you like?"

"Uncle Amiteba, your English has improved a lot, but you still have some pronunciation problems such as flicking your tongue, splitting words, shifting the accent back and adding full rising tones. It doesn't matter, just use Punjabi, I can understand it .”

The simple and honest old man lowered his head and smiled ashamedly. There are more than 1600 languages ​​in the I country, and there are 22 official languages. Currently, he only uses Punjabi and Hindi.

So Amitabah asked the same question again in Punjabi.

A dark cloud flashed between Amir's brows:

"I really can't hide it from Uncle Amiteba. Of course I already have someone I like, but unfortunately I won't marry that person because that person is the one I serve."

"Miss Amir, don't give up hope, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

"There are obvious differences in the aesthetics of people from different countries, and Uncle Amitaba watched me grow up, so he would naturally think that I am beautiful, but in fact I am not good at all." Amir was unusually calm, "East Asians I like fair-skinned girls, but my skin is wheat-colored..."

"I think Miss Emil should be talking about a carefree love at this age. You are too mature and don't have the vitality that a child should have at all."

"Uncle Amiteba is right, I also know that I am a boring girl..." Amir smiled bitterly, "But I don't want to make any changes, the ending of my life has been drawn up, I She will become the bride of the noble son of the Tata Group and bring more profits to the family."

His father once became the richest man in Asia in 2013, but that was only a flash in the pan. The family property shrank rapidly in the second year and was jointly suppressed by competitors. If he climbed to the Tata Group, it would be great for his father and even the entire Lanaut family. In other words, it is undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"I've already promised my father, and I've also promised my two older brothers and three younger sisters..."

The three younger sisters all yearned to marry the real Prince Charming. Amir hoped that her younger sisters would not have to be victims of political marriages, and her parents agreed to Amir.

She will be a noble martyr.

"If Miss Amir doesn't like the boy from the Tata Group, I will kill him." Amitaba's curry-flavored English is really not deterrent, but Amitaba is a fighting nation in the I country. family.

"Uncle, I love him, and I love everyone I meet in my life, including those killers who are eyeing me." Amir showed a cute smile.

"But your favorite person is not the boy from the Tata Group."

"I do not deny."

Amir recalled that Gao Sijin suddenly appeared in front of her one day, claiming to write the heroine of the novel based on herself. Amir was really useful and honored. Although she looked calm on the surface, she had already completely filled with happiness.

The strong heroine in the book is also very pleasing to Emil, but it is a pity that Amir cannot change from a cat-eared dancer to a cat-eared succubus like the girl in the book, gaining the power to change her destiny.

"Miss Sijin, I want to bring you back just because I like you. Only when you become Miss Yuexue can the future be guaranteed. I have always believed deeply that she is the only person who can give you happiness."

"As for my future, it has been irrelevant from the beginning..."

Whether she marries someone she doesn't like at all, or being killed by a killer, Emil doesn't care, as if all the swords of Damoris hanging above her head have nothing to do with her, she accepts it all indifferently and as it should .

"Miss Emir, I have watched you grow up since I was a child, and you are tormenting your loyal Amiteba by showing such an expression..."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Amitabha, there is a famous saying in the outside world that a wise man does not fall in love." Amil paused, "So, I am not bothered about emotional matters at all."

In this life, Amir has only one extravagant wish, which is to see the day when Gao Sijin's novel based on herself as the heroine will truly come to an end.

Volume 280#Chapter [-] Seven Persistence of the servants

Objectively speaking, Mumbai can definitely be called the well-deserved number one city in country I.

At 18:45 in the afternoon, Amir arrived at Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport. The world-class construction standard and the passageway full of exotic styles lead directly to the lobby. The spacious area, luxurious decoration, and meticulous service make it difficult Reminiscent of the legendary "bacteria and microorganisms".

"Go home..." Amir murmured in a low voice.

Mumbai is the city where Amir spent the longest time in his life, and it is also Amir’s hometown. Different shades of skin color and colorful clothes pass before Amir’s eyes, and many strange dialects and inexplicable things can be heard everywhere. of perfume.

Everything is so familiar.

"It's still the same, it hasn't changed." Amir stood in front of the French window of the airport and looked outside.

The interior of the airport is a gorgeous palace, but outside the Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport, you can see piles of rubbish one after another, as well as low slums rising from the smoke.

The bustling and dilapidated Mumbai are only a short distance away, like cyberpunk in the 21st century. Amir walked out of the airport wearing a beautiful sari.

The driver, Yashwand, stood in front of a stretched Lincoln with his head held high, looking down on everyone, as if it was his own car.

"Miss Amir, you are finally back, welcome back to Mumbai!"

Facing this exaggerated driver, Amir only nodded politely, but the driver kept asking questions along the way, and asked many questions that Amir would not bother to answer.

"Is Tokyo as prosperous as Mumbai?"

"Fortunately, each has its own merits."

"Do people over there eat raw food? I heard that the fish is caught and eaten right away?"

"That's right..."

"I saw on the Internet that netizens in country C said that the magic capital is the little Mumbai of the East."

"Ah."

In Yashwand's eyes, there are only Mumbai and London in the world. He can see row upon row of high-rise buildings, but he selectively ignores the slums in the outer suburbs of Mumbai. When he returns to country I, he can smell the smell of curry and all kinds of inexplicable things on the street. strange taste.

The road conditions outside are also very bad, there is no scientific drainage system, there are potholes everywhere, and the accumulated water is deep. Through the window of the car, Amir saw itinerant hawkers running around selling fruits and vegetables outside. dark.

"Uncle, every time I go home, I feel deeply touched, obviously everyone is human..."

"Miss, you are Kshatriya!" the driver Yashwand suddenly said.

In fact, Amir has never admitted it personally, but in the bottom of her heart, the word she hates the most is precisely Kshatriya. She always believes that whether a country is developed is not about how much infrastructure it has, how magnificent high-rise buildings it has, and how powerful it is. The military strength, but every civilian can live as a "human", this is the true sense of development.

Country I is still far away from a truly developed country, and the factors that hinder the improvement of my hometown are precisely the monopoly groups headed by my own family.

"Is father okay?"

"Since you left home, your father has always missed you."

Amir nodded. Although her father decided her marriage, Amir never hated her father. She thought that a person would always think about the good side of the other person. In her early years, her father took her to many places and traveled all over I Many cities in China, and even went to London, New York, Tokyo and Shanghai to see the mayors.

In Amir's eyes, his father was always kind and amiable.

Letting myself marry a person I don't like is also for the benefit of the family. With her as a bridge connecting the two families, brothers and sisters can live a better life. Why not do it?

This is Amir's purest thought.

"Finally we're in the city. Those poor ghosts smell really bad." The driver, Yashwand, opened the window and let out a deep breath.

Amir still held her cheeks and looked out the window.

Got home.

Amir's home is located in Mumbai where every inch of land is very expensive. It covers an area of ​​37000 square meters and is worth more than 10 billion US dollars. It has an elegant shape and a height of 27 floors. Like a tower in the center of the city.

The house of his father, Jamshidji Ranaut, supports 600 servants and 100 luxury cars all year round.

A burly man with a mustache stood at the door with a kind smile on his face.

"father!"

Emil opened the car door and ran towards her father.

"You've finally returned home. I thought you were being asked to marry someone I didn't like, and you were so scared that you fled to Tokyo." Jamshidji looked at his daughter with extremely gentle eyes.

She was almost carved out of the same mold as his wife.

"Yashwand, thank you for your hard work, drive the car to the parking lot on the fourth floor."

"Yes, sir."

"Amitabha should also rest early. Amir's safety still requires your attention. She is my heart."

"My lord, I have to tell you something, even if I lose my job." Amitaba opened his eyes wide, and looked at Jamshidji, once the richest man in Asia, heroically like his own ancestor.

"what's up?"

"Uncle, stop talking."

"No, it must be said that Miss Amir already has someone she likes. That person is not the son of the Tata Group, but a novelist from country C. I think that a wise man like you will not wrong your daughter , let her suffer from lovesickness!"

Amitaba's thick eyebrows were frowned, like an angry lion.

"Amitba, you are worthy of being a Sikh." Jamshidji said with a wry smile.

Sikhs are different from country I. There is no caste system, they believe in equality for all, women have a high status, and most Sikhs are very upright. If tourists are deceived and entangled by people in country I, most of them will shout when they see injustice. Sikhs.

Although Amitba is a former mercenary, he has inherited the inherent advantages of these Sikhs. He recruited many Sikhs from Punjab as bodyguards on the side of Amir's father, Jamshidji.

"I only know that free love is Miss Amir's right. If you insist on going against your daughter's will and letting her marry someone she doesn't like, my fellow countrymen and I will no longer serve you! Ai Mier We have watched Miss Mier grow up since I was a child, and I have followed you for many years, and I have long regarded Miss Amir as a daughter-like existence!"

"Uncle Amiteba!"

"Miss, you must speak clearly. Go after someone you like, don't hide it, even if it is your father." As a servant, Amiteba has no fear at all.

Volume 280 #[-] Chapter [-] Lamb

"I'm sorry, Uncle Amiteba, my decision will not change in any way." Amil paused, her green eyes flashing with tenacity, "I will be a good daughter to my father, a good sister to my sister, and a good brother to my brother." My good sister, only the intermarriage between the Ranaud family and the Tata Group can save the Ranaud family from the decline and occupy a place in the future market."

"This is something that has already been decided." Father Jamshidji also smiled kindly.

Not only that, even if Amir really had the chance, she would never do stupid things. She is a maid under Yuexue Lixu, and now Yu Qingxue has betrayed Miss Yuexue because of Mrs. Miss Yuexue's lover has the intention of plotting something wrong?

Amir is willing to choose to live like an ascetic monk and endure her lust. Only in this way is the repayment to Yuexue Lixu.

"As expected of my good daughter, Amir, if you really don't want to accept it, I won't force you." The father said hypocritically. As the person he was most familiar with, his father knew that it was impossible for Amir to refuse.