Since childhood, I’ve always been cherished by those around . My grandparents doted on , and my elder brothers protected , which led to my rebellious nature.
In the compound, no peers or even older kids could beat . I was always the most troubleso rascal in the compound.
I did things purely based on my mood and desires. Whatever I wished for, I could easily get, sotis without even lifting a finger as those around would find ways to get it for . But there was one thing I couldn’t do as I pleased.
People like us, from the mont we’re born, have our life paths planned by our families—from education to career to marriage. They are particularly persistent about interfering in our lives, especially when it cos to marriage.
So, in our circle, people follow one principle: love is a ga, and marriage is politics.
We can choose our romantic partners, but we can’t take them seriously, because our romantic partners will never be the one we marry. Our marriages are always alliances of power, in other words, political arranged marriages.
At first, I didn’t take this seriously because, to , love was always dispensable. Besides, what relationship between n and won could be as life-and-death as depicted in TV dramas?
Sotis, I even felt the word "love" was a bit ironic. In our circle, so tried to break this ancient rule for so-called love. But the outco was always farcical—each one, faced with the choice between love and wealth, ultimately chose wealth, betraying that so-called love.
After seeing many such farces, I concluded that rather than foolishly rebelling and ending up following family arrangents, it was better to enjoy our beautiful life to the fullest before stepping into the dull and boring fortress of marriage.
For the first twenty-plus years of my life, I adhered to this principle, enjoying myself imnsely, passing through nurous flowers without a leaf sticking to .
To , every woman was like a flower. Even if she was vibrant and beautiful, her bloom would be short-lived, and I was responsible for appreciating and enjoying her at her peak.
But everything changed with the appearance of one person—Lin Yixun.
I still clearly rember the first ti I saw her. At that ti, I was having fun with a female companion, and the door of my room was suddenly pushed open by soone. She thus unexpectedly entered my world.
In that instant, as our eyes t, she seed to be immobilized, instantly petrified, but just as quickly, she regained her composure, hurriedly covered her eyes with her hand, and retreated hurriedly from the master bedroom. However, before leaving, she did sothing surprising. In such a situation, before leaving, she "considerately" closed the door for us.
I was a bit puzzled, what kind of mind does this woman have?
Having been interrupted halfway, I lost interest. Tapping my female companion’s face, I got off her and walked into the bathroom.
When I went downstairs, I saw her again in the living room. Her body was very thin, almost gaunt, like a refugee. She wasn’t my type, not even soone I found pleasing to the eye.
"Are you the new housekeeper?" After scrutinizing her, I asked nonchalantly.
She was visibly uncomfortable under my gaze, dazed for a mont, then nodded.
Her slow reaction, could she have ntal issues?
But what mattered to wasn’t this. After all, among the won around , there were plenty with big breasts and no brains.
Compared to intelligence, I cared more about looks and body. This woman’s face could barely pass, provided it didn’t have that hideous scar on the right side, and her body...
Looking over her from the hips, I just found her utterly unappealing, "75, 60, 80, with a figure like yours? Don’t you know all won around must et a certain standard?"
"?" She looked confused.
"If your asurents aren’t 82, 61, 87, I won’t want you, so you’re fired."
I didn’t want to keep her. To , won were just for amusent, whether they were servants or companions. Looks and body were very important. I even felt that it was more important for a maid to have a good figure and face. Because unlike companions, I might not see often, maids are different; I see them all the ti. If an eyesore maid stands before all day, it would be unbearable.
Later, I changed my mind,
I’m sowhat confident in my appearance, yet Xiao Mu’s newly hired maid was indifferent to , not even giving a second glance.
Does this woman have eye issues, or is this her way of attracting my attention?
Thinking about it, maybe the latter is more likely. After all, won have always scread upon seeing , and even the calr ones would secretly look at a few more tis. I’ve never t a woman who didn’t take notice of .
I curled my lips with interest. Since Xiao Mu wanted her to stay, let her stay, just like keeping a pet cat at ho. When I’m bored, I can tease her from ti to ti. Anyway, I’ve been quite idle recently.
She ignored , right? Then I’ll make sure she rembers this well!
So, I ssed up the books in the study and told her to put them back in order quickly, threatening her that if she didn’t do it well, she’d be kicked out imdiately.
I thought she would beg for rcy or sothing! Who knew she was such a blockhead, didn’t say a word, and went straight up to the second floor, doing things stubbornly.
I coldly glanced at her busy back, feeling a trace of annoyance. Where did Xiao Mu find this blockhead?
From the mont we t until now, no matter how excessive I was, she always accepted it without complaint, rarely speaking. Does she really have a problem with her brain? If that’s the case, I truly admire my cousin for putting so much effort into making deal with an unruly nanny for her sake.
Although the little nanny is taciturn, she’s good at cleaning, better than the previous nannies, and more efficient at her tasks.
As we spent more ti together, my interest in her didn’t decrease but increased instead. At first, I thought she was ignoring as a way to get my attention, but gradually I realized that she genuinely wasn’t interested in .
Her eyes are clearly beautiful, but they seem as lifeless as dead water, not stirring up any ripples. She rarely initiates conversations with , and when she’s in the house, it’s almost like she doesn’t exist.
Still, every ti I ca back from work, I would tease her now and then. Sotis I would mock her, and other tis I would purposely ss up the house, making her clean until midnight.
I was like a child, doing childish things, just wanting to see a different expression on her face.
But she seed to have an automatic shield against my difficulties and sarcasm, showing no reaction. I thought she would always be like this, indifferent and emotionless.
However, one day, this situation was broken by her.
"Mr. Ouyang, could you possibly advance a year’s salary?"
Strange, this woman was actually talking to proactively. She had worked here for so long that I almost took her for a mute.
But what was she going to do with an advance salary? Was she really short of money?
A year’s salary was nothing to , and advancing it to her was not impossible. But before that, I wanted to tease her and see how she would react.
After all, such opportunities were rare. Who knows, the next ti she talks to proactively might be six months later.
"A year’s salary? You haven’t worked for for long, have you? There’s no rule about advancing salary here."
I calmly observed her reaction, seeing her tightly clenching her fists, a trace of struggle flashing in her eyes. I knew very well that even though she appeared humble, at her core, she was a proud person. So it was much harder for her to beg than to do housework day and night.
Her deanor made suddenly want to "tornt" her, just to temper her attitude. After all, she’s just a little maid. What’s there to be so proud about?
Maybe she desperately needed money, for she hesitated for a mont, then with difficulty, opened her mouth and said lowly, "Mr. Ouyang, I know it’s against the rules, but I really need money urgently. Could you please..."
"No, your money problems are your own business and have nothing to do with ."
I wanted to see what she would do next.
I thought she would ask again or say sothing nice, but who knew she would just slump her shoulders dejectedly. After a while, she suddenly lifted her head and gave a faint smile, "Oh, I see, sorry for bothering you, Mr. Ouyang."
Her smile was very faint, but it contained too many emotions. For so reason, I found that smile too glaring, causing so inexplicable frustration.
Actually, at that ti, I just wanted to tease her a bit, and had even decided that if she asked again, I would advance the money to her. But this blockhead didn’t ask again, and naturally, I couldn’t bring myself to proactively lend her the money.
I never knew that because of my playful heart, she was forced to make a humiliating decision, nor did I understand how desperate she was at that ti. And at her most desperate mont, I, her lifeline, abandoned her, plunging her into an abyss.
Many years later, I often wondered, if I hadn’t made things difficult for her back then and had simply lent her the money, would the result between us have been different?
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