Personal Makeup Artist For A Top Celebrity - Chapter 041

Personal Makeup Artist For A Top Celebrity
Chapter 041 – Going Home (3)

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“Quiet. Don’t speak. Don’t move. Stay here and wait for me,” Lin Zexi said cautiously.

Shen Yiyi nodded nervously.

Lin Zexi walked alone into the dark living room, then into the kitchen to check the surroundings. After that, he moved quietly upstairs. 

“Bang!”

A loud crash came from the second floor, followed by the sound of a struggle. Then hurried footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Shen Yiyi quickly grabbed a baseball bat from the corner.

A dark figure burst out from the second floor, clearly trying to escape.

Hiding in the shadows, Shen Yiyi swung the bat hard at his back.

The man lurched forward from the impact, stumbling as he tried to steady himself by grabbing the doorframe. 

He turned around, and saw a small figure charging toward him.

He pulled out a fruit knife from his pocket and stabbed forward.

The blade flashed cold silver in the dark.

Shen Yiyi stepped back quickly, swinging the bat to force him out through the doorway. 

Outside, moonlight spilled in, revealing his all-black outfit and masked face.

She followed him out and stared at the man in black.

“Pretty girl… you’ve got a nice face,” the man sneered, his tone lecherous.

“Later, I’ll make you wish you were dead instead of alive.”

He had only been out of prison for two months and hadn’t touched a woman since. 

Tonight’s target looked perfect, the more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

“Shen Yiyi, move!”

Lin Zexi rushed down from the second floor.

“Boss, here.” Shen Yiyi handed him the baseball bat.

Lin Zexi took it. His tall figure stood firm, his presence sharp and oppressive. 

His eyes had turned cold and ruthless.

They had already exchanged a few moves upstairs. 

Realizing Lin Zexi was not someone easy to deal with, the intruder had abandoned his accomplice and tried to flee first.

“Handsome guy, I didn’t steal anything tonight… can you just let me go?” the man begged.

Lin Zexi didn’t even look at him.

In a few swift moves, he subdued the man and pressed him firmly to the ground.

“Shen Yiyi, bring rope.”

“Right away.” She quickly went to the kitchen and brought out a long rope.

Lin Zexi tied the man up tightly until he couldn’t move. 

The intruder lay on the ground, cursing nonstop in Cantonese*, throwing insults at both of them and their ancestors.

*Cantonese is a Chinese dialect mainly spoken in Guangdong province, Hong Kong, Macau. 

Shen Yiyi walked into the kitchen, grabbed a cleaning cloth, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then she called the police. The operator told her officers were already on the way.

Soon, the house was brightly lit.

Ten minutes later, police cars arrived with sirens on. 

Two officers in uniform entered the house and immediately saw the man tightly bound and thrown on the floor.

Lin Zexi then led them upstairs to Shen Yiyi’s father’s room.

Inside, another man was lying on the floor, unconscious.

Shen Yiyi and Lin Zexi cooperated with the police and gave their statements. 

The two intruders were then taken away in the police car.

Shen Yiyi checked her father’s room. It was in complete chaos, clothes, books, and drawers were all overturned. 

The safe had been dragged to the doorway and knocked over, and even the paintings on the wall were hanging crookedly.

Lin Zexi frowned as he looked around. “Stay at a hotel tonight.”

Shen Yiyi was squatting on the floor, picking up a broken table lamp and scattered books.

“Boss, you should go to the hotel too. There are plenty of guesthouses and hotels nearby,” she said.

“You’re not coming?” Lin Zexi asked.

“Boss, this is my home. I’m not going anywhere.

It’s such a mess, I have to clean it up,” Shen Yiyi said, picking up the table lamp and placing it back on the desk.

Lin Zexi stood by the side, watching her clean without saying a word.

After finishing her father’s room, Shen Yiyi went into her own. The moment she opened the door, she sucked in a cold breath.

Her room was only slightly better than her father’s, but still in complete chaos.

Books from the bookshelf were scattered all over the floor. Her dolls had been torn open, cotton stuffing spilled everywhere.

The more she looked, the angrier she became. She should’ve hit them harder earlier.

Lin Zexi pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed helplessly as he stood at the doorway, observing her room.

It was obvious that Shen Yiyi’s father loved his daughter very much, the room was designed like a princess’s space.

Pink curtains, elegant furniture, and a photo on the bedside table.

Lin Zexi walked over.

The person in the photo looked strangely familiar. Frowning, he picked it up for a closer look.

The man in the picture, the rival idol in the industry, was smiling brightly.

Lin Zexi’s expression instantly changed.

“Shen Yiyi… you like Zhang Yuanfan?!”

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