Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 291 - 291 291 Lin Yi Gets Ambushed on the Way (Part 2)_1

Chapter 291: Chapter 291: Lin Yi Gets Ambushed on the Way (Part 2)_1 Chapter 291: Chapter 291: Lin Yi Gets Ambushed on the Way (Part 2)_1 The only explanation was that these bandits had targeted her, Lin Yuan, and had accurately calculated her route, lying in ambush well in advance.

Lin Yuan racked her brains but couldn’t think of anyone she had offended to the extent that they would go to such lengths to hire bandits to rob her.

Before she could fully comprehend the situation, the man standing in front of the carriage suddenly spoke up, “The young lady is quite pretty!

I originally thought a little country girl wouldn’t look like much, but who knew there’d be such a tender-looking girl in the countryside!

Haha, come here, don’t be afraid, little lady.

Just hand over all your valuable belongings to me, and I will definitely cherish you.

Haha!”

This bandit’s words further confirmed Lin Yuan’s suspicion; they even knew specific details, like her being a village girl.

Could these be ordinary highwaymen?

Liuzi was stunned, his mouth agape with disgust at the bandit’s words.

Cherish her?

Does that mean he wanted to…

No!

Miss Lin was the apple of the Young Master’s eye and was very likely to become the Madam of Fuman Building in the future.

If these filthy thugs defiled her, he could die a hundred times and still not face the Boss and the Young Master!

Besides, Miss Lin had always been kind to him.

In both duty and personal affection, he had to protect Lin Yuan well.

With that thought, Liuzi suddenly jumped down from the shaft of the carriage, spread his arms wide, and stood protectively in front of Lin Yuan.

He tried to sound calm and intimidating, “You blind fools!

Do you know who you’re robbing?

This—this is the future Madam of Fuman Building!

Have you ever heard of our Boss?

Even Master Magistrate Lichang has to tread lightly around him, let alone you?

A friendly word of advice for you—if you have any sense, let us go, or else I’ll report this to our Young Master, and he’ll bring the soldiers of Master Magistrate Lichang to wipe out your lair!”

Liuzi’s words were half-true, half-fabricated.

Lin Yuan, upon hearing this, was at a loss for what to say.

When had she become the future Madam of Fuman Building?

Well, she had actually accepted Xia Zheng’s token of love, so Madam it would be.

However, the bandits appeared quite taken aback, first freezing before murmuring among themselves.

Clearly, they hadn’t expected that this seemingly insignificant village girl could have ties with the renowned Fuman Building.

In fact, they didn’t know what sort of magic the Boss and Young Master of Fuman Building could wield, but the recent incident when Lichang had brought his household troops to help the Young Master of Fuman Building search the city had spread like wildfire among their circles.

Since then, no bandit had dared to mess with Fuman Building, not that they’d had the courage before.

Seeing them hesitate, Liuzi was delighted and quickly added fuel to their fears, “What’s it to be, scared, are you?

If you’re scared, make way!

Our Madam has urgent matters to attend to.

If you cause her to miss something important, you won’t get away with it!”

This time, however, they did not oblige him.

The leader of the bandits suddenly burst into laughter, his long blade flashing twice, dazzling to the eye.

“You sly kid, you’ve got quite a skill with your lips.

You almost had me!

Hmph, the Madam of Fuman Building, you say?

As if they would fancy a little village girl like her.

Get real, missy.

Stop daydreaming, just come along with me and be the Bandit Chief’s Wife, how about that?”

Watching the man laughing lewdly while slowly approaching, Liuzi felt his legs turn to jelly, his mouth trembling.

What to do, what to do—they couldn’t run now, were they truly going to fall into the hands of these bandits?

Lin Yuan had been silent the entire time yet had been feeling about inside the carriage.

Unfortunately, after a thorough search, apart from soft cushions, there was nothing.

Cursing under her breath, she thought that if this were her own carriage, she would have hidden eight or nine big clubs inside it, all made of iron!