Nanny Zhou choked a bit.
Nanny Qin smiled and looked at her, "Sister Zhou, if you’re not sleepy, why not co in and sit for a while?"
"I have to change shifts early tomorrow morning, so I’ll head back first."
After speaking, Nanny Zhou turned around and quickly left the Qingteng Residence.
Nanny Qin stood at the door, watching her back, and sneered coldly.
The next day, it snowed heavily. Wen Wan gave each of the three nannies a set of winter clothes, along with a set of silk clothes and pants to wear inside, and instructed the maid to convey that even being nannies, they still were the facade of the Song Mansion and should pay attention to their appearance.
So Nanny Qin had to throw away the two sets of clothes she brought herself and put on the set rewarded by the mistress.
The mansion started purchasing fabric again, and it was said that just the fabrics for making clothes for that little baby in the West Wing consisted of several types, all of which were top-grade materials.
Hearing others say this, Nanny Qin thought about that young lady born with a silver spoon in her mouth and then about her own skinny son at ho, and her heart ached for a mont.
Both ca from rural backgrounds, her father had even been a scholar. Why could Wen Wan, a mute, live such a prosperous and carefree life while she had to humble herself in this place as a nanny, relying on the master’s family’s grace to survive?
Thinking about this, Nanny Qin’s eyes reddened with resentnt.
Nanny Qian saw this and asked her what was wrong.
Nanny Qin took a deep breath and looked at her, "Sister Qian, why did you co to be a nanny?"
"For money, of course." Nanny Qian was straightforward by nature and seed to feel a sense of shared fate, so she started to confide. She said her husband was a gambler, squandering the family’s wealth so completely that she had no choice but to take her newborn child and seek refuge at her older sister’s house. Her sister’s mother-in-law was difficult to deal with and began to nag just after one night. Having no alternatives, she asked around for any jobs available and eventually left her son to co to the Song Mansion.
At this point, Nanny Qian’s eyes beca moist, "If my husband had any conscience and cared about and the child, how could I leave my child so early? A few days ago, my sister sent a ssage saying the child was sick. What can I do? I could only send so silver back. I can’t even go to see him."
She wiped her tears and looked at Nanny Qin, "Sister Qin, how did you end up at the Song Mansion?"
Upon hearing this, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of Nanny Qin’s mouth.
Her husband wasn’t actually dead, but was taken away. Soone threatened her, saying that if she didn’t follow their instructions, they would kill her husband and leave the child fatherless.
At first, she was very resistant.
For a married woman, actively seducing another man was an extre disgrace.
However, on the first day she entered the mansion and saw the male master of the house, she felt it wasn’t that she was unwilling to seduce; it was just that the right person hadn’t co along yet.
Thinking of this, Nanny Qin sighed.
Nanny Qian thought she was like herself, and reached out to pat her hand, "Hang in there for a few more months. Once the girl is weaned, we can go back and reunite with our children. I’ve got it all planned out—five taels of silver a month, and by the ti we leave, I’ll have saved dozens of taels. I can buy land and open a small shop, and our family will have a future."
Nanny Qin asked her, "Don’t you want to stay in the Song family forever?"
Seeing Nanny Qian’s surprise, she said, "One of the three of us will ultimately stay in the mansion for a lifeti. If you can stay, you’ll beco the young lady’s nursemaid. Think of the prestige. Do you think the master and mistress will skimp on rewards then?"
Nanny Qian shook her head and smiled awkwardly, "I know my own worth. Though I’ve nursed children, I’m not as ticulous as you, nor as experienced as Sister Zhou. Even if they do keep soone, it would be between you two, and I’ll definitely be sent back."
On this topic, Nanny Qian said, "Sister Qin, didn’t your husband die? Staying at the Song Mansion suits you well. You can ask the master and mistress to let you stay. They are kind-hearted people. Maybe they’ll keep you out of pity. When your child grows up, he can even get a job here, so you won’t have to worry about his future marriage. As long as you do your job well, the mistress will look out for you."
"Is that so?" Nanny Qin forced a smile. What she desired wasn’t to be a nanny, but a concubine in this mansion.
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