2 Chapter 002 Not bad being a world niece _1

The next morning, a luxurious black Bentley was already parked in front of the Su Family's home.

Su Ningyan sat inside the luxury car, her brow furrowed and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her palms.

The black Bentley slowly drove along the winding mountain highway. Before long, a luxury European-style mansion came into sight.

The carved golden gates slowly opened and the car drove in.

In front of her was a vast lawn with many flowers and plants in the middle. The natural architectural materials and the vines climbing on them created an interesting contrast, blending classic elegance and modern style, and exuding subtle luxury all over.

Just as the car came to a stop, a man in his forties opened the door for her.

"Miss Su, I'm the housekeeper, Mr. Lin. From today, you will be in charge of all the daily routines of young master Junyue. You were purchased from the Zhuo family at a high price to bring good luck, so remember your status. Your duty is to take care of young master. Do you understand?"

Su Ningyan understood that she seemed more like a commodity to the Zhuo family. She nodded and said, "Mr. Lin, I understand."

The night before, she had specifically searched for information on the internet about the heir of the Zhuo family, Zhuo Junyue, and so she had a basic understanding of him.

Zhuo Junyue, the heir of the Zhuo family's billions, had serious car accident a month ago. It was said that he had made life hell for three nurses who had taken care of him.

Moreover, due to the accident, he had sexual dysfunction, and his temper became unpredictable and extreme.

Su Ningyan gritted her teeth and followed Mr. Lin up the stairs. With each step, she had a feeling of walking towards the execution ground.

As they got close to the second floor, the dim light added a kind of hellish taste to the place. Loud arguments could be heard coming out of the room.

She barely made it to the door when a vase came hurling at her.

Fortunately, Su Ningyan had been a part-time student at a martial arts academy and learned Wing Chun. Her nimble movements saved her from harm.

In the room, the place was a mess. Five or six physicians in white gowns were struggling to hold down the man on the bed.

"The patient is resisting too fiercely. Quick, inject the sedative!"

The man on the bed suddenly broke free from the doctors' grasp, yanked out his IV tube, and roared hoarsely, "Get out, all of you get out!"

At this moment, the man was like an out-of-control lion. He managed to knock all the doctors to the ground with one hand.

The last doctor who was trying to inject the sedative accidentally jabbed the needle into another doctor.

With the doctor laying on the ground, no one dared to sedate Zhuo Junyue anymore.

The room fell into a terrifying silence, and the doctors were too frightened to even breathe.

Mr. Lin was extremely worried. If anything happened to the young master, Mr. Lin would have to go back to the Zhuo family and shoulder the responsibility.

He nudged Su Ningyan to go in and said, "Young master, your father has matched your Bazi (birth chart) with this girl's. She was chosen to bring fortune to you. She has the most suitable Bazi to take care of you which is beneficial for your recovery."

"Get out!" said the man coldly, and Mr. Lin could only lead the doctors quickly out of the room.

Su Ningyan also wanted to leave, but Mr. Lin forcibly locked her in the room to take care of Zhuo Junyue.

She took a quick look at the man lying on the bed. His left leg was cast in plaster, but he had a face that could make women swoon.

A tall and straight nose, sensual and lush lips, carved-like facial features, Su Ningyan could only think of two words at that moment: devilishly handsome.

However, it seemed that the man was blind. She frowned slightly.

She thought to herself that she had not studied Wing Chun for more than a year for nothing, the horse stance drills weren't for nothing. There was no reason she couldn't handle an injured man.

All of a sudden, Zhuo Junyue fell off the bed with a thud. The glass shards scattered all over the floor, she wondered what his bottom looked like.

Su Ningyan couldn't help but gasp. This was all his own doing, he had no one to blame but himself, and she hadn't done anything.

Once again, Zhuo Junyue's headache began to throb. Hearing the woman gasp, he blew up, "Who's the idiot here, get out!"

Su Ningyan walked over and carefully kicked the glass shards away.

She pondered for a moment, perhaps it would be better to call him uncle. Maybe he would spare her because weren't their two families old friends?

"Uncle, I'm here to take care of you!"

Zhuo Junyue heard a crisp and pleasant female voice calling him uncle.

He wrinkled his brow, reached out to grab her hand, and with her support, he managed to stand up from the ground.

The next second, Su Ningyan didn't know how she ended up being pinned down on the bed by the man.

How could he manage that? Wasn't his leg injured?

She had both her hands pressing against his chest. "Uncle, don't do this. Let me go..."

If he couldn't even subdue a woman, how could he be the heir of the Zhuo family, cultivated by Zhuo Zhengxiu for many years?

Zhuo Junyue roughly tugged, tearing Su Ningyan's beige chiffon shirt.

She stared, dumbfounded, at Zhuo Junyue. She had heard that his preferences were very perverse, and her heartbeat sped up involuntarily.

Now, Su Ningyan was angry: "You bastard, you pervert, let go of me..."

Upon hearing her yell, Zhuo Junyue's lips curved into an evil smirk. He gripped her tighter, "I didn't expect you'd have a nice figure. I've never played with a niece from the world."