This Time Hi Be the Villain’s Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6 I’ll Protect You

Maya had no idea what the list on the screen actually meant. She looked through it and couldn’t see anything special about those “future clients.”

In the end, she randomly pointed at someone. “Pick him.”

Find died

Raymond pulled her into his arms and sat up straighter, staring at the screen for two seconds as he calculated how much the employer might pay. Meeting her bright, expectant eyes, he gave a meaningful smile. “Good choice.”

She’d picked a big job right off the bat.

After this one, he could probably rest for six months.

Seeing her father so pleased, Maya started to think her judgment might actually be pretty great, and she happily basked in it.

As for whether the “big job” himself would be happy about it, that was anyone’s guess.

Over the weekend, the weather was perfect, sunny with a light breeze, and many families chose to go out. Wendy had already done her makeup early in the morning and was eager to go shopping.

There was barely anything fun to do at home, and Maya had gotten so bored that she was lying on the couch watching a silly cartoon to pass the time.

Soon, Wendy came over with shopping bags and called out, “Maya, we’re going out shopping today. Do you wanna come with me?”

Maya immediately forgot about the cartoon, flipping upright in excitement. “Yes, Mom! I’ll go get Dad and Alfred.”

She ran straight to the study, shaking her dad, who was lying in a lounge chair soaking up the sun, tugging on his sleeve as she shouted, “Dad, let’s go out today!”

Raymond kept his eyes closed and gave a vague hum, his body not moving at all.

Maya refused to give up and tugged harder. “Let’s go to the supermarket. Mom said we can buy snacks today.”

So noisy.

This time, Raymond finally reacted.

He slowly lifted a hand and flicked her forehead, not too hard but not gentle either.

“Ow!” Maya clutched her forehead.

Seeing his indifferent expression, she didn’t waste time and immediately switched targets, running over to Alfred with teary eyes. “Let’s go out.”

Alfred was fully absorbed in a complex integral transformation problem.

Having his train of thought interrupted, he didn’t even look up. He raised his other hand and precisely pressed it against Maya’s forehead, pushing her away slightly, his tone impatient from being disturbed. “Stay back. Go play by yourself.”

Maya successfully received two forehead flicks in one day.

Wendy had clearly given up on expecting anything from that father and son.

She had already changed into her going-out outfit, slung her bag over her shoulder, and took her daughter’s hand.

The two of them headed out together to shop.

The commercial street was a bit crowded on the weekend.

This world was filled with absurdity and danger.

Gun control was loose, illegal trades thrived in the shadows, and smuggling deals were everywhere.

Maya had seen the chaos of the lower levels back at the orphanage. The most unforgettable memory was watching someone get shot dead in the street.

Thinking of that, she instinctively tightened her grip on her mother’s hand.

In a place like this, street robberies were common. Right before their eyes, a chase over a robbery broke out on the street. Pedestrians panicked and scattered, but Wendy alone remained strangely calm.

She walked at an unhurried pace, murmuring her shopping list to herself as if she were completely immersed in it.

“We need to buy more carrots. They’re good for all kinds of dishes, even soup.

“Looks like we came a bit late today. I wonder if there are still fresh ribs…”

She kept muttering, then suddenly remembered, “Oh, right, Maya, I’ll get you some cotton candy.”

Wendy spotted a fluffy white cotton candy stand by the roadside and remembered that kids usually liked

sweets.

Hearing there would be candy, Maya eagerly pulled Wendy over to the stand.

She’d never had the chance for this in her past life.

Things like cotton candy had been labeled junk food by her trash father.

She loved junk food. Junk food made her happy. The girl immediately pointed at a big fluffy one. “I want the bunny-shaped one, Mom.”

The vendor was a man in his 30s, idly spinning the machine. Hearing her, he looked over.

Maya had a softly mixed-feature kind of sweetness-black curls and amber eyes-and looks that easily stood out in a crowd.

Who wouldn’t want to pinch such a cute kid?

“Well, aren’t you adorable, little girl? You look like a doll!” The man chuckled as he reached out and pinched her soft cheek.

Wendy was lowering her head to pay, but when she noticed the movement and looked up, her expression subtly cooled.

Every mother had an instinctive radar when it came to men getting close to their daughters.

Aside from family, anyone touching her child could set Wendy off instantly.

Suppressing her displeasure, she spoke gently, word by word, “Sir, please stay away from my daughter.”

Being warned like that out of nowhere, the man felt his pride take a hit.

And since Maya’s cheek felt nice to the touch, he reached out with both hands, trying to pinch her other cheek too, muttering, “Come on, what’s the big deal? The kid has soft cheeks. I’m just playing around…”

Maya instinctively tried to turn her head to avoid him.

She didn’t like being handled like that by strangers. In her past life, that kind of behavior usually came with ill intent.

Seeing this, Wendy’s smile disappeared, her gaze turning cold in an instant. She grabbed the man’s right wrist with precision, and a sharp, unmistakable sound rang out.

Crack.

In an instant, the man’s mouth opened wide, but the overwhelming pain only forced out a strained gasp.

Wendy still wore a gentle smile as she leaned closer, her voice soft and slow, low enough that only he could hear. “If you touch someone else’s kid again, I’ll kill you.”

Her tone was sweet, but the words froze him in place. He didn’t dare make a sound.

Watching Wendy calmly take the largest cotton candy and walk away with her daughter, everyone on the street instinctively stepped aside, avoiding the dangerous mother and daughter.

Maya’s cheeks were a little red from being pinched. She touched her face, feeling a bit of pain.

But seeing what Wendy had done, she only felt like she was wrapped in something soft and sweet.

She was so happy.

On the way back, Wendy bit her lip slightly, feeling a bit uneasy, wondering if she had scared Maya. Maya is a timid child…

I heard that kids from orphanages were sensitive and fragile. Was I too harsh just now?

I should’ve held back a little.

I could always send Maya home first, then come back and cut off that man’s hand later.

While Wendy was caught in her internal struggle, Maya, who had been quiet, suddenly broke into a silly grin.

“Mom, Mom.” The little girl bounced excitedly, grabbing her hand. “You were so amazing just now.

“You’re so strong!

“Did you train before?”

Breaking someone’s bones usually required technique, but Wendy had done it effortlessly.

It was seriously cool.

Maya looked up at her with the expression of a devoted little follower.

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