Martial Arts Girl Turns Hilarious Butler, Unveiling the Warm Secrets of a Virgo Male Lead

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The Whirlwind Virgo Butler by Ai Kele

Prologue

The early summer night carried a gentle chill as a soft breeze rustled through the plane trees lining the street. Under the moonlight, the Mingde Martial Arts Academy at the end of the road stood bathed in a silvery glow.

This two-story classical building in the suburbs of Mihua City housed one of the top ten righteous martial arts schools in the city. Every year, countless martial arts enthusiasts would pilgrimage here seeking instruction. Normally, such an establishment brimming with masters should have been impregnable, yet…

In a shadowy corner untouched by the moonlight, a slender figure clad in black stood before a door secured with a massive bronze lock. A mocking smile played across her petite face.

The shadow produced a small key from her pocket. With a swift motion, the bronze lock split open to reveal an intricate digital keypad. Her smile widened as she expertly entered the code. The lock clicked open. After casting a cautious glance around, she slipped through the doorway.

“Heh, my dear father, still fast asleep in his room, would never imagine that his beloved daughter is secretly infiltrating his study tonight,” she thought triumphantly. “All to retrieve my confiscated game console—confiscated just because of one failed exam!”

“As for that intimidating lock that’s thwarted so many of my martial brothers? Little does Dad know that three days ago I hacked his Taobao account, found the seller, and ordered an identical key under the pretext of having lost mine.”

“And the password? Ha! My simple-minded martial arts master father uses the same code for everything—QQ, bank cards, phone. How predictable!”

She quietly closed the door behind her and began her search. After thoroughly combing through the desk and bookshelves with no success, her eyes settled on the three-tiered antique display shelf—the only spot left unchecked. “Not bad, Dad. You’ve actually gotten clever about hiding things.”

Tiptoeing to the shelf, she assessed her options. The game console was palm-sized, requiring some space to conceal. Scrolls could be eliminated—too flat. Inkstones and candlesticks were too small. That left…

“Heheh!” She couldn’t suppress a triumphant grin as her eyes landed on the enormous antique vase. “This has to be it.”

Reaching into the vase’s mouth, her fingers soon brushed against something exactly the right size. Aha! Found it!

“What thief dares trespass here!” A deep, aged voice thundered behind her.

That voice… Dad?

She whirled around—forgetting her hand was still inside the vase. The precious antique described a perfect arc through the air directly toward her father.

This… this couldn’t be happening! Unauthorized entry was bad enough. Getting caught retrieving confiscated property was worse. But accidentally hurling Dad’s treasured antique vase directly at his head? Catastrophe!

As she stared in horror, her father suddenly dropped backward. Miraculously, the vase sailed over him and crashed into the bookshelf behind him with a tremendous CRASH!

Porcelain shards exploded everywhere. One particularly sharp piece ricocheted back with violent force.

Her terrified eyes met her father’s furious gaze as he straightened up. “Da—” she began, but his pained shout cut her off.

“Aiyah! A hidden weapon!” He jumped and spun, hand flying to his posterior. When he turned, she saw a thumb-sized ceramic fragment embedded in his left buttock, crimson blood already tracing a path down his leg.

“Dad! Are you okay?” she cried in alarm.

“What’s happening? What is it?” Her mother burst into the room, facial mask still clinging to her skin.

“Dad! Dad…” She pointed helplessly, words failing her.

Her mother followed her gesture, eyes locking onto Dad’s injured backside. After a full ten seconds of stunned silence, she suddenly erupted into hysterical laughter.

“HAHAHA!” Mom doubled over, pointing at Dad’s buttock as tears of laughter streamed down her masked face.

Dad shot a tearful glance at Mom before turning his fury back toward her. “DIMIRA!” he roared.

“Present!” she responded automatically, feeling utterly wronged. She wasn’t the one laughing at him!

Dad raised a trembling finger. “You… you unfilial daughter! You shattered my precious vase! That was authentic Song dynasty celadon! Imperial household quality!”

His grief-stricken voice echoed through the martial arts academy. She shrunk back, searching for words of comfort.

“Dad! What’s broken can’t be fixed. You just have to accept it!” The words left her mouth before she could reconsider their effect.

His expression grew even more terrifying. “Not only did you destroy my vase, you nearly injured your own father!” His voice quivered with such emotion she half-expected him to break into a Qiong Yao drama monologue.

“I…” She wanted to protest but swallowed her words under his piercing glare.

“Do you now recognize your error?” he asked coldly.

Though feeling unjustly accused, she reluctantly nodded. “Yes, yes. It’s all my fault.”

Somewhat satisfied with her admission, Dad continued while still clutching his injured posterior. “Since you understand your transgression, you will accept your punishment. Effective immediately, you will move out for the next three months!”

“What?” Move out? The meaning didn’t immediately register.

“Whether you mooch off your disreputable friends or support yourself is your concern. For these three months, I will not provide for you! You’ll sink or swim on your own!” he declared stoically.

“Then… will I get living expenses?” she asked hopefully.

“What do you think?” he responded icily.

Three months. No money. Completely alone. An impossible mission! Though she’d been kicked out before, she’d always arranged work beforehand and could rely on her friend Bu Jiji. This was sudden—where would she find work? Where would she live?

She cast a desperate look toward her mother, who seemed to recognize the silent plea. Mom nodded slightly. “I…” she began.

Dad cut her off mercilessly. “No pleading for this wretched girl, or I’ll donate all your designer handbags!”

Doomed! Those luxury bags were Mom’s ultimate weakness. Indeed, Mom fell silent, standing frozen for over ten seconds before suddenly turning and dashing from the room.

Was Mom fetching a knife to threaten Dad into letting her stay? How maternal! Gratitude swelled in her heart.

About two minutes later, Mom returned—not with a weapon, but with her battered suitcase.

Approaching with sympathetic eyes, Mom shoved the luggage into her hands, dabbing fake tears with a handkerchief. “Darling, I’ve packed all your essentials. Take care of yourself!”

What! Her eyes widened in shock. She was worth less than some handbags? Was she adopted?

Without acknowledging her stunned expression, Mom pushed and pulled her right out the front door.

Standing before the firmly closed entrance, her heart felt heavier than ever.

What now? These heartless parents had thrown their penniless teenage daughter out into the streets! Absolutely unreasonable!

Was the magnificent Dimira destined to become homeless? Visions of herself disheveled and sleeping on park benches under newspapers flashed through her mind.

She shook her head violently, dispelling the terrifying images, and took a deep breath of the cool night air. The chill brought clarity.

“Hmph! Why fear? I still have Bu Jiji—that ‘disreputable friend’ Dad always complains about. Her bed is easily big enough for both of us. Three months? Just wait until you’re begging me to come home and teach you how to use the newest phone apps!”

Pulling out her phone to call her friend, it suddenly vibrated with a notification—a push from Bu Jiji’s astrology WeChat channel. The title made her shiver: “Mercury Retrograde Approaches for Aries: Misfortune Looms, Exercise Caution in All Matters!”

The Virgo Perspective: Order in Chaos

While our story follows an Aries protagonist, the upcoming revelation of the Virgo male lead’s warm secrets offers a fascinating astrological contrast. Where Aries represents impulsive action, Virgo embodies meticulous planning and analytical thinking. The collision of these energies creates both comedic tension and unexpected growth opportunities.

Virgo individuals, ruled by Mercury, possess innate organizational skills and practical intelligence. Their methodical approach to life often serves as anchor for more spontaneous signs. In romantic relationships, Virgos express affection through acts of service rather than grand gestures—a trait that frequently goes unnoticed but forms the foundation of their caring nature.

The coming chapters promise to reveal how our Virgo character’s seemingly cold exterior masks a deeply thoughtful and protective personality. His systematic mind will undoubtedly create both hilarious misunderstandings and genuine connection as our martial arts heroine stumbles into his orderly world.

For those interested in astrological dynamics, this story beautifully illustrates how earth signs (Virgo) and fire signs (Aries) can balance each other—one providing stability while the other brings excitement and initiative. The Virgo’s secret warmth emerges not through dramatic declarations but through consistent, practical support that ultimately proves far more meaningful.