A Blade and an Arrow

Not So Much Of A Trap

n. so most of the ones i will publish now would be reposts.

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Fifteen thousand for a cleaner.

Mu Qing stops.

He checks the poster again, gawking at the salary just for a goddamn servant, a day. He inspects the exterior of the house and frowns. While it was obvious it was remodelled, the look itself seems to be atleast something someone will see at those vintage movies. Big, castle looking, and old.

His gaze lowers down at the number and finally looks away.

It's a trap. Nobody will pay fifteen thousand a day for someone to merely clean their house no matter how big or small it is. It wouldn't be as suspicious at it is if they made it per week.

No matter, he wouldn't take the bait as tempting as it was.

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He went back a few minutes, took a picture of the number and strolls away casually.

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"That is the gateway to death."

"Wow. How considerable of you to tell me the obvious."

Hua Cheng smirks. "You give me way too much credit."

Mu Qing flips him off with a scowl, making sure Xie Lian doesn't see and goes back to his iced chamomile tea. "But the price is good." He still argues even if under all those protests, his mind was ringing in constant alarm bells.

"Yes. Your life in exchange of fifteen thousand. They kill you, we won't ever see you again. Win-win situation."

"Oh fuck off."

"If you want to get the job then get it." He Xuan sighs. "I don't understand why you even need the fifteen thousand when your job now pays well." He resumes his chewing on his sushi once he was done talking. An indication that he won't be conversing for a while.

"He-xiong, did you try this yet? Say ah."

Having an exception of his boyfriend of course.

"Yes but okay." He Xuan opens his mouth, letting the cheery man put the avocado sushi in his mouth and Mu Qing shudders in disgust.

"Gege-"

Mu Qing stands up before he could even hear any shit spouted by Hua Cheng's mouth and leaves the room in a haste, completely ignoring Xie Lian's calls and Shi Qingxuan's attempt of bargaining on making him stay.

In all honesty, this was one invitation to outright murder, and even Hua Cheng agreed. The fifteen thousands was enough to make even a poor man wary but nevertheless, it was still good money that the same poor man would jump onto no matter how wrong it was.

Making a few more merits here and there won't hurt either. He Xuan was right about his current job paying well, the money he'll earn now in that weird poster would be for side necessities or if Mu Qing ever wants to move out off his apartment and build or buy his own house, then he'll have the extra money for it.

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The first few shifts wasn't bad. The conditions weren't bad either. Since he's not a stay in, he'll be arriving at ten in the morning at the house and leave at ten in the evening. At exactly ten o'clock, Feng Xiao had pressed. Mu Qing was asked to clean most rooms. The ones he wasn't suppose to, includes the kitchen, their bedrooms and that creepy storage room.

The scheduled days, those were fine as well. As Mu Qing gets three days of working as a servant, and two days in his other job that fortunately had an understanding manager. In the household, lives a family of three. Feng Xiao and Feng Liu, with their son Feng Xin. Their entire family owns an archery field, training ground for the aspiring archers.