World 2: Mixed-Blood Psychotic Mafia Boss X Original Female Lead’s Roommate – Shy Little Stutterer 05

Qin Xue put on her boyfriend’s clothes, wrapping herself tightly from head to toe.

She returned to the apartment she shared with Fu Yu.

In this life, it was Fu Yu who saved Cosimo.

Even if she couldn’t catch Cosimo’s eye…

She had still saved his life. Out of emotion or principle, Cosimo should repay the debt.

Wasn’t loyalty and gratitude supposed to matter most in the criminal underworld?

But knowing Fu Yu’s personality—too timid to ever trouble anyone—if Cosimo offered her money or real estate directly, she would definitely refuse.

She might even be terrified just sharing the same space with Cosimo.

Qin Xue clenched her purse tightly.
If she could convince Fu Yu to cling to Cosimo, and Cosimo focused on repaying his debt… wouldn’t that keep him too busy to come after her?

With Cosimo’s looks and body—better than any top model—Fu Yu would absolutely fall for him at first sight.

Otherwise, how could a girl who screamed at the sight of a cockroach dare bring home a complete stranger covered in injuries?

Qin Xue felt a complicated swirl of emotions:
Relief that she was about to be free, satisfaction at using Fu Yu, and a sneer of contempt at Fu Yu’s foolish overreach.

Not every woman who saved Cosimo would get to become his pampered canary.

When Qin Xue arrived at the apartment, the front door was slightly ajar, and the living room was empty.

“Ah Yu?”

She knocked on Fu Yu’s bedroom door.

No response.

“Looking for someone?”

The landlady approached with a baguette in hand, eyeing Qin Xue suspiciously. But when Qin Xue took off her sunglasses, revealing her stunning face, the woman’s expression softened.

“Oh, Qin Xue—it’s you. I didn’t recognize you dressed like that.”

“Fu Yu already moved out. You’re her roommate, didn’t she tell you?”

“Moved out?”

Qin Xue pushed open Fu Yu’s door in shock.
Aside from the standard furnishings, none of Fu Yu’s belongings remained.

The notebooks once stacked neatly on the bookshelf were gone.

Even the lace curtains the landlady had lent her were taken down, washed, folded, and placed by the bed, still carrying the scent of Fu Yu’s usual laundry detergent.

“She really moved out?”

Was she so scared of provoking a big shot like Cosimo that she ran away in the middle of the night?

The landlady sighed.
“I’m not sure either. She moved out last night, didn’t even ask for her security deposit back…”

“My place is the cheapest in Paris. If she can’t afford this, then she might be…”

She trailed off, knowing both Qin Xue and Fu Yu were students at the nearby university.

Qin Xue was outgoing and flashy, always at nightclubs or on dates. A girl clearly pampered and adored from birth.

But Fu Yu was shy and withdrawn. The landlady only saw her when rent was due.

Unlike Qin Xue’s crisp, freshly withdrawn banknotes, Fu Yu’s rent payments were always wrinkled bills—clearly saved up over time.

“Ah Yu is a good kid. I just hope no one leads her astray…”

The landlady anxiously clutched the jade pendant at her neck.

“May God watch over her.”

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Under the same sky, a stretched Lincoln rolled over fallen plane leaves, stopping beneath a statue of the Virgin Mary.

Under her solemn gaze, Fu Yu was politely escorted into a private estate by a group of black-suited bodyguards.

She recognized the place—it had been a filming location for a famous business drama.
Rumor had it the mansion cost billions to build, but the owner remained a mystery.

Was this one of Cosimo’s properties?

The grand hall’s six-meter-high ceiling held a massive crystal chandelier that scattered dazzling light, adding a radiant glow to Fu Yu’s soft, plain face.

“Miss Fu, welcome to the estate.”

A silver-haired butler in a tailcoat greeted her with a slight bow, gesturing toward a golden elevator.

“Your activity area is the third floor of the main building.”

He opened a carved wooden door on the third floor. Velvet curtains swayed gently in the breeze.

Outside the window stretched a meticulously trimmed rose garden, and every visible detail radiated European royal elegance.

From the bedding to the furniture—

Everything was so ornate, it looked like a scene from a medieval oil painting.

“This is your room. If you need anything at all, just let me know. I’ll fulfill your request immediately.”

The butler handed her a walkie-talkie, pointing to the “1” key.

“Just press one.”

Fu Yu gripped her suitcase.
“I’m only Mr. Cosimo’s assistant… Do I really need to live here?”

She couldn’t help feeling that this plot was developing way too fast…

They weren’t even dating yet, and they were already living together?

The system helpfully chimed in:

“This is called ‘cohabitation before romance’—a common strategy in yandere stories. Up next, the male lead will probably try to seduce you while soaking wet~”

Seduce… while wet.

Fu Yu immediately pictured Cosimo’s chiseled abs and the glistening sweat from that night.

She gulped.

Craving hot guys is a disease… but the more of it, the better.

The butler bowed slightly, apologetic.

“Forgive me. I’m only following the master’s instructions. If you have questions, feel free to ask him directly.”

“M-Master?”

Fu Yu was stunned by the title.

“Yes. Everyone here refers to Mr. Cosimo as ‘Master.’ Because everything here belongs to him.”

“But of course, you don’t need to call me that.”

Cosimo leaned casually against the stair railing, lighting a cigar. The glowing ember flickered in the dusk.

Fu Yu, remembering the system’s warning, instinctively looked away—yet couldn’t resist sneaking another glance.

He wasn’t showing off his abs today.
Instead, he wore a long black silk robe that reached his calves—adding an air of restrained nobility.

His gray-blue eyes held a deep, unreadable glint as he studied her.

“After all, you saved my life. I ought to repay you properly.”

Cosimo suddenly pulled Fu Yu into his arms.

The collar of his silk robe gaped slightly—

Revealing sharp collarbones and a firm, sculpted chest.

He wasn’t even undressed, yet somehow looked more seductive than if he were.

Fu Yu took a deep breath, trying to ignore the mechanical sound of the “Pregnancy Gold Finger” loading in the system.

“C-Can you please… not stand so close?”

Fu Yu felt like Cosimo was some kind of clingy guard dog—every time he saw her, he had to pull her into a hug.

It felt like he was marking her with his scent.

She pulled up the affection meter and saw it had increased by 1%.
So, gritting her teeth, she resisted the urge to push him away.

“I… I could just live elsewhere. We don’t have to live together.”

“No.”

Cosimo locked her wrist in place.

“You’re my personal assistant. You need to stay by my side 24/7.”

“Besides, how could I let my lifesaver live in a cramped apartment, ride crowded buses to school, work part-time at a convenience store, and eat leftover bento boxes every day for lunch and dinner?”

“You… y-you investigated me?”

“Sweetheart, why use such a cold word? I only wanted to understand you better… so I can repay you more thoroughly.”

Cosimo effortlessly scooped her up and carried her into his bedroom—tossing her onto a soft, oversized bed.

“I-I’m on my… period today.”

Fu Yu reflexively clutched her collar.

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