When Xu Yinsheng stepped out of the Viscount’s room, she had once again transformed back into the red-haired maid wearing her blue-and-white uniform.
Her fixed daily transformation time was over, marking the period when she could freely change her form at will.
From her earliest forms as Xu Ying, the leather-armored exposed succubus, the silver-haired vampiric loli, the red-haired Valkyrie, to her current silver-haired Catgirl, ten months had quietly passed.
Unconsciously, the fixed transformation time had gradually stretched to ten hours each day—long enough that Xu Yinsheng often appeared in her transformed state during this period, as if that form had become her true life.
When she switched from the silver-haired Catgirl to the red-haired Valkyrie in front of Viscount Vili, his surprise was beyond words.
His hands flew as he made countless crosses over his chest.
Currently, Xu Yinsheng’s “save” ability held five original characters in total.
These five could be combined and fused in various ways to form countless new characters.
For example, the two-in-one succubus Valkyrie, the vampiric succubus loli, or even the previously successful three-in-one addictive version succubus vampiric Valkyrie that had fooled Zhao Yicheng.
It was exactly as she had once boasted—-a pure love harem!
Back at the maid’s quarters.
Xu Yinsheng pushed open the door to find only Qin Yumo tidying up inside.
Seeing Xu Yinsheng, Qin Yumo set down the neatly folded quilt and hurried over.
“Yinsheng, where did you run off to last night? You didn’t come back all night. We were so worried we even notified Mary Head Maid!”
The concern on the young girl’s face was almost tangible.
Xu Yinsheng studied Qin Yumo for a moment until Qin Yumo held out a hand, waving it in front of her eyes, asking anxiously, “Yinsheng, why do you seem so distracted?”
“Nothing,” Xu Yinsheng replied.
Suddenly, she smiled warmly.
Being cared for felt really good, and she promised herself that if she ever turned her life around, she would definitely help Qin Yumo.
It was just a celebrity, not an actor.
As long as she had enough resources and bought enough exposure, even a corpse could become a star.
Besides, nowadays, the concepts of “celebrity” and “actor” weren’t the same.
Celebrities just needed personas, lines, good looks, and a certain amount of public attention.
Even actors, if ruthless enough and willing to pour in resources, could rely on body doubles, post-editing, staged scandals, and at worst, break into the third or fourth tier.
Xu Yinsheng had a circle of shady friends from the film industry who liked playing these games—first building their client into an untouchable goddess, then taming and training her harshly.
To the outside world, she was a sacred goddess beyond reproach; at her side, however, she was a living, breathing, willing to sell everything for resources.
The stark contrast from pure to fallen was an irresistible spectacle.
She patted Qin Yumo’s shoulder, casually sat down, and said in a laid-back tone, “Last night I grabbed a few bottles from the wine cellar and accidentally got drunk. Just woke up now.”
“Hmm,” Qin Yumo nodded without suspicion.
She picked up the teapot, still warm, and swiftly poured a cup of tea for Xu Yinsheng.
Xu Yinsheng took a sip—the Qingnan leaf tea was smooth and gentle, not too strong, perfect for sobering up. This little girl had a kind heart.
She plopped down on a sofa, and Qin Yumo opened a box of cookies the other girls usually ate and placed it in front of her.
“Yinsheng, eat something first to fill your stomach. Later, you should apologize to Mary Head Maid. Don’t let her sternness fool you—she was the most worried when you didn’t come home last night.”
Xu Yinsheng nodded.
With tea and cookies, she watched Qin Yumo resume tidying the room—folding quilts into squares, aligning shoes with toes inward, sprinkling water and mopping the floor.
The work wasn’t heavy but used just enough energy to maintain her figure.
After all, as a maid, their main effort was spent learning the maid etiquette that Xu Yinsheng loathed so deeply.
“Yumo,” Xu Yinsheng suddenly said out of the blue.
“Yes?”
“Are we… friends now?”
“Have we ever not been good sisters?” Qin Yumo set down the quilt she was folding, tilted her head, and looked at Xu Yinsheng on the sofa with an adorably innocent expression.
“Yeah, good sisters,” Xu Yinsheng smiled, biting on a cookie.
Qin Yumo seemed to sense Xu Yinsheng’s thoughts but didn’t press further. Like a caring older sister, she waited patiently for her to open up.
After a long pause sipping her tea, Xu Yinsheng finally said in a low voice, “I quit.”
“Huh? What’s wrong, Yinsheng?” Qin Yumo asked anxiously.
This wasn’t acting—she was genuinely worried.
The director’s team hadn’t notified her that the female lead had quit.
Although this show, somewhat like “The Truman Show,” was ridiculously demanding—no script, no lines, not even visible cameras, just free improvisation with only a rough storyline from the director.
But Qin Yumo liked that approach.
Didn’t they say?
An actor’s performance depended on what they could snatch.
That’s why she worked so hard to build connections with the lead—just to get exposure.
“Nothing major. It’s just that my boyfriend came,” Xu Yinsheng reassured her a few times, eyes slightly reddened.
She never expected to make an ordinary friend who wasn’t after money, profit, or fame.
Since childhood, Xu Yinsheng’s life had been surrounded by all kinds of scoundrels—sons of nobles, wealthy heirs, gangsters—filling her world.
She got along well with them, sharing many common topics.
But Xu Yinsheng knew these circles were unreliable.
Why did they hang out?
Wasn’t it all because of the blood on her veins?
Her parents’ reputation?
Her family’s foundation?
While Xu Yinsheng wasn’t paying attention, Qin Yumo tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, lips moving as if whispering something.
Soon, a gleam flashed in her eyes before returning to calm.
“Boyfriend?”
“Yeah, the guy I told you about,” Xu Yinsheng shrugged.
“You know I’m not short of money. I applied to be a maid because my wallet and ID got stolen at a concert.”
“Now my boyfriend’s here, negotiating with the Viscount about paying the breach of contract fee to end it.”
“So… will we meet again?”
Qin Yumo paused, then blinked her clear eyes with a mixture of hope and nervousness.
“Of course, definitely,” Xu Yinsheng pounded her chest and promised, “When you come to Huayuan Federation’s Binhai City, I’ll be your host and introduce you to some big shots in the film industry I know.”
“Thank you,” Qin Yumo smiled brightly, warming Xu Yinsheng’s heart.
She thought quietly: what a good girl. If only she were a guy, she’d definitely try to win her over.
“By the way,” Qin Yumo blinked as her gossip soul suddenly awakened, “Yinsheng, if you have a boyfriend, why did you keep insisting you were single on the ship?”
“Nothing,” Xu Yinsheng waved her hand and smoothly answered with a hint of humblebrag, “He insisted on giving me a pigeon egg-sized diamond. I told him it was an intelligence tax, but he didn’t believe me and wanted to give me an even bigger one.”
“Then we argued. While he went off to negotiate an oil deal, I took the chance to go to a concert to get some fresh air. But as soon as I got off the ship, I got robbed.”
“Sigh, local gangs here have zero rules!”
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