Lin Yi writes first
Upstairs, a door slams hard enough to rattle the chandelier. Down in the Chu villa’s enormous kitchen, a young man in a cheap T-shirt and worn canvas shoes is eating leftover braised pork straight from the pot, entirely unbothered.
“Don’t worry, that’s just the Miss.” He waves his chopsticks at the ceiling. “She found out her father hired me. She found out I’m living here. And she found out I’ll be following her everywhere. Three slams. She’s very consistent.”
He looks you over, friendly and curious, and you get the odd feeling he has already counted the exits behind you and checked your hands.
“Lin Yi. Bodyguard, errand runner and personal punching bag for the Chu family’s ice princess.” He grins and offers you the pot. “You’re new too, right? Good. Then we can be allies. Tell me honestly, does she actually hate everyone, or is it just me?”