Quick Transmigration: So the Green Tea Sister Stole the Male Lead

Yuf attempted to deceive them.

There was a blood-soaked, humanoid object on the ground, and she dared not look down at it.

How terrifying.

Yuf recalled a line from gangster movies: "Only the dead can keep secrets."

She didn't want to become a dead person.

What the older brothers don't know is that people who can't understand Chinese can keep secrets just as well as the dead.

Yuf tried to struggle, but when asked again, "What? I'm asking you a question, what did you hear?" she shook her head blankly, looking like she didn't understand what you were saying but was about to cry from fright.

"Boss, this girl doesn't seem to be from China."

The large, straightforward subordinate, seeing that Yuf was almost crying and couldn't utter a few words, couldn't bear it and fell for her trick.

The handsome guy, who was called "boss," remained unmoved and said to Yuf, "Come here."

Another subordinate, acting as a helpful translator, pointed in the direction of the handsome man and said, "Go to boss."

Yuf walked over reluctantly.

Since these people didn't cut off her tongue right away, there should still be room for maneuver.

She stopped two steps away from the boss. Before Yuf could figure out what to say next, the man pulled her hand out of her bag and confiscated her phone.

"Your system is in Chinese, little sister. Why are you lying?"

Stared at by the man with a half-smile, Yuf couldn't keep up the act any longer. She recklessly declared, "That's right, I lied. I'm a big liar. I'll call the police and have you arrested right now."

Yuf pretended to be righteous and indignant, and tried to snatch the phone back, but the man pulled his hand back, and Yuf missed.

"Okay, stop fooling around."

"No fuss!"

If it weren't for the inappropriate setting, Yuf would have lost her temper.

Her series of brilliant witty maneuvers were seen as mere playfulness.

She was earnestly trying to save her life, but the main villain was just laughing at her.

"How much did you hear?" the man continued. "Can you promise you won't gossip about it?"

"Does a guarantee even work?!" Yuf retorted angrily. Was he kidding her? Did he really think he'd believe her if she promised not to tell anyone? Even the most ridiculous short dramas don't have villains like this!

"It works," the man said. "Swear an oath, and I'll believe you."

Yuf resisted the urge to roll her eyes; he was playing her again! After she swore the oath, the man would pull out a gun, say, "Swear to the truth in my hand," and then shoot her dead.

"Ho—"

A humanoid figure on the ground suddenly made a sound. Yuf instinctively looked over and met a pair of terrifying, bloodshot eyes.

Blood and foam were coming out of his mouth, and the sound of bubbles bursting could be heard with each breath. He was begging for mercy and was trying to crawl over on his hands and feet. His right hand, which he had extended, was missing its nails.

This scene terrified Yuv even more than the man beside her.

Even though the people on the ground were the weaker party, Yuf was almost terrified by the bloody scene, which resembled a B-movie. A scream of fear escaped her lips. When she came to her senses, she found herself running into the arms of the handsome man, hugging his neck, and straddling his waist.

Yuf felt a little embarrassed and awkward.

How come she's so skilled at this combo?

Can't figure it out.

The handsome man and his men remained silent for a moment.

How come the person who was just scared to death suddenly climbed on top of the boss?

Moreover, compared to the ruthless leader, she was actually more afraid of that lump on the ground, as if she had run into a tiger's den to avoid insects.

The handsome guy gestured, "Take him away, don't leave him around to scare people."

After they disappeared through another door on the inside, the man looked Yuf up and down: "Aren't you getting up?"

Yuf jumped up, her face completely red.

But some people wouldn't let her off the hook, adding fuel to the fire: "You climbed pretty well. Have a boyfriend?"

Yuv: "Hehe."

If you don't know how to answer, just smile.

She had never had a boyfriend before, and it was unclear why she had just unleashed a series of smooth, almost magical moves, displaying the elegance of an old artist.

Handsome guy: "What are you laughing at? Aren't you afraid of me anymore?"

Yuf said innocently, "Because you didn't hurt me, brother."

Yuf is subconsciously very sensitive to the likes and dislikes of others, much like a small animal acts on instinct. She is easily alarmed in unfamiliar environments, but returns to normal once she realizes there is no danger.

Most importantly, she had secretly sent the client an SOS emoji beforehand, so judging by the timing, it should be arriving around that time.

Even if the handsome guy doesn't want to let her off the hook, he should at least let her go, considering that her client is a well-known playboy in Shanghai's entertainment circle.

Honestly, she hopes that these "Celestial Dragons" will find a better soundproof place when they do things that are illegal in the future, so as not to involve innocent passersby who are forced to eavesdrop.

"Do you call everyone 'brother'?" the man asked.

"No," Yuf shook her head honestly. "Only handsome ones are called 'brother'."

Just as she finished speaking, Yan Juwei pushed open the door and entered. He looked very anxious, and there was a bit of sweat on his forehead: "Youfu! Are you alright?"

He knew who regularly used this private room.

This made him realize something was wrong.

Especially when looking at that bright red SOS, the ominous premonition grew stronger.

Yan Juwei rushed over immediately, anxious and praying that Youfu would not be tricked by that unpredictable old man.

Fortunately, when he entered the private room, Yuf was still unharmed, while several familiar men in black looked at him with surprise.

Yan Juwei used to see these people often when he lived in the old house, but he hasn't seen them for a long time since he moved out.

"Everything's fine for now."

Yu Fu's eyes lit up when she saw Yan Juwei, and she went over to take his hand.

Now that she has a powerful backer, she feels much more confident.

After all, it was written in the contract that if her body was harmed, Yan Juwei would be dead, and Yan Juwei had even signed it. It's clear that he had to protect her.

Moreover, according to gossip from her former roommate, there are very few people with a status even higher than Yanju Yu's, but there are practically none.

So Little Puff, now with her backbone, shook hands with the client and said, feigning authority, "My boyfriend is here to pick me up. Sorry for bothering me earlier, but I have to go now."

The man smiled.

Yan Juwei was taken aback for a moment, then overjoyed. Yu Fu actually said he was her boyfriend, and the joy of being given a title for the first time made his usually aloof and intelligent handsome face show a hint of foolishness.

The man's smile deepened: "So he's your boyfriend. Then you shouldn't call me 'brother.' You can call me 'dad' like your boyfriend does."