How did the teacher know that the mother liked white?

Mu Yiran was also waiting for the man's answer.

She had only seen Bai Shengsheng in her dreams, so she guessed that Bai Shengsheng preferred light colors.

However, Alex did state frankly that Bai Shengsheng likes white...

Could it be that he knows Bai Shengsheng?

Alex's gentle expression faltered for a moment, then he smiled and bent down to pat the boy's head. "We talked before, didn't Xiao Xi often make things for you to give to your mother?"

"oh."

Shi Youxi remained expressionless. He glanced at the fabric in the man's hand and lost interest in the topic.

After all, his purpose in coming here was not for his mother.

The man clearly noticed this too, so he stood up and said goodbye to Shi Youxi: "It's rare for Xiaoxi to come out and have so much fun. Well then, see you next time in class."

Before leaving, Alex glanced at Mu Yiran, who was holding hands with the boy.

With just one glance, Shi Youxi couldn't stand it anymore. He stood in front of the girl, his eyes filled with impatience.

Alex chuckled, waved at him, and turned to leave.

This brief interlude did not dampen Shi Youxi's enthusiasm. He then took out lace and leather, repeatedly probing Mu Yiran's neck and face.

Mu Yiran had already guessed what this guy wanted to do, but she dared not speak out against it.

Her transmigration didn't involve any cheat codes or legendary systems, so she had no idea about the original owner's bank card passwords or other accounts.

Simply put, she is very poor right now.

So, it's one thing to not get bonuses or overtime pay, but I can't let my salary be deducted!

With that in mind, Mu Yiran could only obediently let Shi Youxi treat her like a puppet.

They didn't set off back to Blue Mountain Manor until sunset.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the wide mountain road, and Mu Yiran was captivated by the scene outside the window, staring at it intently.

She only came to her senses after her finger was bitten hard, and when she turned her head, she saw the boy with a sullen face.

Mu Yiran: "...Young Master, what's wrong?"

Why does my sister always look at other people?

Mu Yiran: "?" No, where did this person come from on the main road?

How can someone so young be so quick to blame others?

“I saw you staring at the teacher the whole time.” Shi Youxi continued to scrutinize the curtains, clearly not intending to let Mu Yiran off easily.

"Oh, but it would be impolite not to look at it."

“You don’t need to be polite, my sister is mine! My sister can only look at me, even now. If it were Lucy next to me, she could only look at me too.”

Mu Yiran: "..."wtf?

Lucy is the dog doll among Shi Youxi's pile of dolls.

It's not alive, so of course it can only stare at Shi Youxi. What would happen if it started looking at other things on its own?!

So is this kid comparing her to a toy dog?

Is this an insult? No, it's definitely an insult, family members!

She couldn't take it anymore and decided to teach Shi Youxi a lesson for his abnormal controlling nature.

"Young Master, although I am a working person, I still have dignity and a sense of self—"

Shi Youxi: "Sister, here's your bonus."

"Dignity and self-worth are nothing. It's my honor to work for you, young master! Don't worry, I will definitely fulfill your requests, young master."

Mu Yiran sang the national anthem with such force that it drew admiring glances from the drivers ahead.

Young people are really great!

She's a great girl who's capable of great things!

So, for the next ten minutes or so at the villa, Mu Yiran just stared at the boy's face until she saw double.

She felt as if Shi Youxi was stuck to her from all sides, making her feel like she was suffocating.

And so it wasn't until they returned to the villa and Shi Youxi went to her room to take a shower that she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Yiran lay sprawled on the bed, looking at the blue lace maid outfit hanging on the clothes rack.

The fluffy ears stood up proudly, and there were even lace stockings...

Mu Yiran imagined that everyone in the villa would see her wearing this outfit, and instantly, a wave of shame washed over her.

Damn it! Maybe I should just go poop on the street.

...

night.

The maid brought dinner to the table. Shi Youxi looked at the dishes, which were unlike anything he had eaten in the past, and felt a little dissatisfied. He didn't want to eat this today.

"You all go make what my sister made this morning, I want to eat that."

The maid serving nearby was taken aback when she heard the boy's request; this was the first time the young master had made a request regarding his food.

In the past, Shi Youxi always lived obediently according to everything the madam arranged, never raising any objections. Therefore, to these ordinary maids, the young master was very well-behaved and easy to serve.

The young master has changed a bit.

The maid was in a bit of a predicament. She asked the head chef in charge of the kitchen for instructions, but was refused.

The head chef was a middle-aged woman from Liguo who was assigned from Zhongzhai. She strictly followed Bai Shengsheng's requirements to prepare Shi Youxi's three meals a day.

Except for this morning, when she had to take half a day off for something, she let the new girl make other things for the young master to eat without her permission.

Although the housekeeper agreed to this, she still felt it was absolutely inappropriate.

So she went to the restaurant, intending to make things clear to the young master.

Shi Youxi noticed a stranger approaching, and the raw, fishy smell emanating from the woman made him frown slightly. His good manners prevented him from instantly losing his composure; however, his eyes began to search urgently for Mu Yiran.

Why hasn't my sister come yet?

"Young Master, hello. I am the head chef. I have heard some unreasonable requests. I only follow Madam's direct instructions regarding your food pairings, so if you need to change the menu, I need to consult with Madam first."

Mu Yiran heard the middle-aged woman's words as soon as she entered the restaurant.

Shi Youxi wants to change the menu?

This little guy is finally going to eat something that ordinary people eat.

Mu Yiran was somewhat pleased, as she could vaguely see that this crooked flower of the motherland was showing signs of straightening up.

So she walked up to the head chef, looking like she was protecting her child.

“Head Chef, rules are rules. The young master is at an age where he is growing, and he has used up a lot of energy today, so he needs to replenish his nutrition.”

The head chef looked at her with displeasure, but Mu Yiran continued, "Besides, as long as the nutritionist thinks there's no problem, isn't that fine?"

The butler, who had come following the sound, also joined the group chat. He understood the situation after hearing only the second half of Mu Yiran's sentence, and said to the woman in a gentle tone, "The young master is the priority here. I will report any problems to the master. Go and prepare dinner for the young master."

The head chef, surrounded and attacked, still tried to retort, "But!"

“If you can’t make it, get out. I’ll have my father find a new chef.”

After a long silence, Shi Youxi spoke softly. He pulled Mu Yiran to sit next to him, his eyes glued to the girl, looking at her light blue lace-trimmed maid outfit.

Just as he expected, his sister looked beautiful.

She looks even better than those expensive custom-made dolls; my sister is definitely more interesting than those dead dolls.

The head chef was taken aback by the boy's words, a look of surprise flashing across his face. Wasn't the young master always so submissive? How could this be...?

But she dared not resist any longer, because Shi Youxi's words were true; he only needed to find any reason to get Shi Yan to dismiss her.

She couldn't let go of this high-paying and easy job; she had to hold on tight.

So, the head chef composed herself, bowed to Shi Youxi, apologized respectfully, and then went to prepare the dishes Shi Youxi had requested.

Mu Yiran silently grumbled to herself, "It seems there aren't many people in this villa who genuinely care about Shi Youxi."

But the butler...

The butler remained silent about Mu Yiran sitting next to the boy. He poured warm water for the two people at the table and said, "If the young master is hungry, he can eat something else to tide him over."

Then she took the milk powder that the maid handed to her and gave it to Mu Yiran, saying, "Miss Mu, this is what you need."

After taking care of everything, the butler left the restaurant.

Looking at the milk powder in her hand, Mu Yiran made a preliminary deduction in her mind.

Butler, friendly forces.

Mu Yiran was silently observing the other servants when she felt a breeze brush against her calf. Then, Shi Youxi's cool voice came softly from under the dining table.

Mu Yiran looked down and saw that the boy had already lifted the hem of Mu Yiran's blue skirt, and his little head was about to try to peek inside the skirt.

How dare you! Where did this pervert come from?

The little pervert's voice revealed dissatisfaction and doubt.

"Sister, why aren't you wearing socks?"