Chapter 29

Chapter 29

The Christmas party was a roaring success. By eight in the morning, guests had already begun to disembark from the yacht. After a long night, the sight of the harbor waters was almost unseemly.

Jiang Yao kicked aside a used condom lying on the pier, straightened his collar, and began bidding guests farewell.

System: [“You don’t have to do this personally, you know. It’s exhausting.”]

"Goodbye, darling." A lady rushed toward Jiang Yao with open arms, the number above her head leaping from 0% to 30% in an instant.

Jiang Yao smiled and embraced her warmly. "Until next time, Miss Lily."

"Oh~" Lily clutched her heart dramatically before rummaging through her evening bag. "Here."

She handed him a wad of cash, which Jiang Yao accepted gracefully. After exchanging cheek kisses, Lily’s desire gauge soared to 50%, and she blew him a kiss before leaving.

Jiang Yao followed the same script with the next guest.

He remembered every face, name, and family background of those he had personally welcomed aboard, and now he personally bid them farewell.

To observers, he was a vision of refinement—his features elegant, dark locks partially veiling his eyes, and slender frame making him a striking figure on the dock.

Many marveled at the Shen family’s capable butler, whose service naturally warranted lavish gratuities. After two hours of farewells, Jiang Yao’s hands were sore from the sheer volume of cash he’d received. Just as he finished, the helicopter pad on the ship’s top deck roared to life.

The rotor wash churned the sea, kicking up a small gust that splashed water onto Jiang Yao’s shoes.

The Shen family departed in two small helicopters, leaving Jiang Yao and the rest of the staff to deal with the aftermath of the party.

The hierarchy of master and servant had never been clearer.

With a sigh, Jiang Yao neatly organized his windfall, then set aside a share and returned to the ship with a smile, distributing the money among the crew.

Westerners had a tipping culture, and while Jiang Yao couldn’t keep everything, this was one of the rare occasions the Shen family hosted such an event. The staff had no real expectations, so his generosity earned him both money and goodwill.

Faced with their grateful smiles, Jiang Yao grinned back. *Westerners were so gullible.*

As the ship docked in Shen Mo’s private waters, Jiang Yao disembarked with some remaining provisions and spotted a familiar figure in the distance.

Master Dero? He hadn’t boarded the helicopter?

The man speaking with Dero was equally recognizable—David, a yacht broker. The two seemed to be in animated conversation, shaking hands before boarding a midsize yacht.

*Must’ve found what he wanted and secured the funds.* Jiang Yao smirked and turned away, pretending not to notice.

For days, the festive atmosphere in the country lingered. Many wealthy families hosted weeklong soirées, flooding the city with tourists. In just seven days, two of Shen Mo’s hotels generated over twenty million euros.

But the true shock? Shen Mo had actually succeeded in his matchmaking meeting.

Jiang Yao returned to the manor that evening to find Miss Aili, whom he’d met twice before, sitting on the backyard swing, attempting to charm Ian.

Jenny happily announced, "This is Mr. Shen’s girlfriend."

Jiang Yao raised a brow. "Is that so? Congratulations, sir."

Aili turned, her eyes curving into crescents at the sight of Jiang Yao. *He—no, she—* was breathtakingly gorgeous, her features sharper than most, with a hint of masculine allure from her transition.

With golden hair and a smile as radiant as the sun, she was the epitome of an alpha beauty. Even the bottom protagonist, Fu Xiaoen, was eclipsed in comparison beside her.

"Butler Jiang!" Aili exclaimed excitedly, a "30%" popping up above her head—likely indicating her desire to hug or kiss him.

System: [“Uh… this isn’t great.”]

Jiang Yao bowed at a precise 15-degree angle. "Miss Aili."

"Jiang!" she purred, her desire meter jumping to 50. She followed him inside, prattling incessantly. "Someone sent you flowers! They’re gorgeous—can I have some?"

*Probably Kai Li Er’s Christmas gift.*

Jiang Yao smiled. "Of course. I’ll have the petals plucked and scattered in the hot spring for you. A petal bath would be most relaxing."

"But they’re from your admirer!"

"Your comfort takes precedence, Miss Aili."

"Oh~" She licked her lips. "Then I want that bath tonight."

"Certainly. However…" Jiang Yao chuckled lightly. "You’re a lady. I’ll have the maids prepare the bath for you."

Her meter plummeted back to 10. Aili tutted in displeasure.

-

The prospective Mrs. Shen had already been staying at the manor for a week. Shen Mo had been away on business, so Jiang Yao hadn’t seen him.

Jenny instructed Jiang Yao to cater to Aili’s whims, while Madam Zhou exerted influence at every turn. Suddenly, Aili became the second most important person in the household after Ian.

Aili slept until dusk. When Jiang Yao brought her food, she was tending to her luxuriant golden mane—a perfect match for Shen Mo.

Adjusting her peignoir, she glanced at Jiang Yao. "Is Mr. Shen returning soon?"

Jiang Yao draped a shawl over her shoulders to maintain decorum.

He stepped to the side, avoiding her gaze as he opened the top-floor window, revealing the vast ocean and blooming flowers outside. "Secretary Song said he’ll return tonight."

"Oh! Then book me a mobile beautician, quick!" Aili straightened. "Do you think Shen Mo will like me?"

Jiang Yao scheduled an at-home spa session and answered honestly, "Madam Zhou's selections are impeccable."

*An infertile trans woman—wonder how Shen Mo will react when he finds out?*

After days apart, Jiang Yao almost found himself missing him.

Aili, now properly attired, still looked uneasy.

"What’s wrong?" Jiang Yao asked gently.

She palmed her flat bosom and, to Jiang Yao’s shock, blurted, "Do you think I still have time for a breast augmentation?"

Jiang Yao: "..."

Aili: "And I haven’t had gender confirmation surgery yet."

Jiang Yao: *“…I misjudged her. She’s still anatomically male? No—Madam Zhou wouldn’t dare go that far… Would she?”*

Wait—Madam Zhou would at most find Shen Mo a barren match, not a fully intact man.

*Aili…?*

"Nose, Botox…" Aili picked up a mirror and muttered, "Dermal fillers as well. Oh—Jiang! Quick, look! Are my nasolabial folds deeper than last week?"

Jiang Yao: "No..."

"How much longer until Shen Mo arrives?" Aili suddenly stood up and rushed to the wardrobe, rummaging through it before pulling out a pair of tight pants.

"Mr. Shen will be here in an hour..." Jiang Yao glanced at his watch, then abruptly stopped speaking as he looked up. "What are you doing..."

Aili tossed aside her nightgown, exposing their flat chest as they began putting on a fake bust...

Jiang Yao: "……………………"

Shen Mo had walked right into a honey trap.

Aili's golden hair, disheveled from undressing, cascaded over their shoulders. Their androgynous beauty made it hard to distinguish their gender, but once stripped of feminine attire, the masculine vigor took over.

"Keep this a secret, Butler Jiang." Aili, halfway dressed, suddenly leaned close to Jiang Yao, whispering with menace, "Otherwise, I'll..."

Their manicured nails hooked onto Jiang Yao's tie, pulling him gently forward. Jiang Yao was forced to take two steps closer, his face nearly brushing against Aili's long lashes.

Only then did he notice—Aili was wearing makeup and fake lashes. He couldn't help but wonder what this drag queen truly looked like.

"Otherwise what?" Jiang Yao retorted. "You've deceived Mrs. Zhou, deceived everyone, but you might not fool Mr. Shen."

Aili narrowed their eyes, sizing Jiang Yao up and down before finally lingering on his pink lips. A percentage suddenly appeared above their head.

40%.

Jiang Yao felt a thrill.

"I need an accomplice, so I chose you, Butler Jiang. I'm an expert at forging documents, which is how I fooled Mrs. Zhou and Shen Mo's team. Of course, I also accidentally discovered... your records are fake too."

System: "..."

Jiang Yao raised an eyebrow. "Are you laying your cards on the table?"

Aili's hand slid over Jiang Yao's chest through his shirt, as if trying to tease him. "Yeah, I'm not British. Shen Mo has a particular artifact, and my employer is offering a very generous sum for it. After we succeed, I can split the reward with you fifty-fifty. How about it?"

Jiang Yao smiled wordlessly.

Aili's gaze burned with hunger. "You smell amazing."

50%.

They flicked their tongue, licking the back of the hand that held Jiang Yao's tie—not his hand, but their own. Their smoldering eyes locked onto Jiang Yao as they straightened their posture, pressing closer.

Aili's sultry gaze was scorching.

Jiang Yao had to admit, even he felt tempted to mimic Shen Mo and call them a slut.

"I see the desire in your eyes," Aili said.

60%.

A phone rang, giving Jiang Yao the chance to step back twice. He picked up the call and hung up shortly after. "Your beautician has arrived. Get dressed, Miss Aili."

70%.

"You'd look even better in women's clothing than I do." Aili, drunk on the tension they'd painstakingly created, was reluctant to let it end. "We could both wear maid outfits and cook together in the kitchen. I could hold you from behind, lift your skirt, and fuck you hard!"

"Like I'm just showing you how to cook..." Aili advanced step by step, backing Jiang Yao against the dressing table. His waist hit the edge, sending bottles and jars crashing to the floor in pieces.

Aili's gaze was heavy, trailing over Jiang Yao's slender neck like octopus tentacles, clinging tightly as if smearing him with slime.

80%!

Jiang Yao chuckled, his low voice thick with suggestion. "I should go."

90%!

Aili's breath hitched as they reached out to grab him.

Jiang Yao dodged but still got a red streak across his neck from Aili's nails.

He raised a hand to cover it, lowering his eyes to hide his emotions. After a pause, he sighed. "A lady should have better manners."

Shen Mo would be furious if he saw this.

Sigh...