The Real Daughter is an Average-Looking Big Shot

Xie Li was sold to a small mountain village as a child and was finally brought back to the wealthy Xie family after fifteen years.

A little country bumpkin flew into a wealthy family overnigh...

Chapter 16 Butler Wu is about to suffer a bloody disaster.

He didn't say much, but considerately asked Xie Li, "Miss Xie Li, you used to live in the countryside, so you may not have been familiar with electrical appliances. Shall I show you how to use a water heater?"

Aunt Zhang frowned, feeling that the housekeeper's words were somewhat inappropriate, but looking at the housekeeper's expression, it was indeed full of consideration and concern.

It seemed like it was all out of good intentions.

Zhang Ma was holding her breath, wanting to retort, but she was also afraid that Xie Li really wouldn't know how to use it, which made her extremely worried.

Xie Li's phone rang. She looked down to reply to the text message and casually said, "No need."

Butler: "If there's nothing else, please take a rest."

He then left.

After Xie Li finished sending the text message, he looked up and found that the housekeeper had already left, which startled him.

Aunt Zhang: "Young lady, hurry up and drink some juice, I squeezed it fresh! And have some snacks to tide you over, oh my, why are you so thin!..."

Xie Li murmured, "I forgot to tell the housekeeper..."

Zhang Ma was confused. "Young Miss, what did you say?"

Xie Li: "Judging from his face, he's about to suffer a bloody disaster..."

Aunt Zhang: "..."

Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "Young Miss, you can read faces? That's amazing! What kind of bloodshed is this? It's nothing serious, is it? Oh, if it's nothing serious, then let's leave it at that and have some snacks."

Hmph, let him talk so sarcastically, I won't remind him!

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As soon as Butler Wu came down the stairs, he ran into a maid who had come to see him, asking what to do with Xie Li's luggage.

The butler said calmly, "Take it to her room."

Maid: "Oh, but we can't move it. That burlap sack is too heavy, and it looks like it's filled with sweet potatoes..."

Sweet potato? It took the housekeeper a while to understand what that was.

Such food, which is considered vulgar and easily causes flatulence, is something that wealthy families like the Xie family would never eat.

Not only that, the servants also refused to eat it, since farting while serving guests would cost them their jobs.

A hint of impatience flashed in the butler's eyes. "Then just leave it in the living room for now and ignore it."

The two were walking towards the oil painting that Xie Li had previously intended to touch when the butler stopped and admired the painting for a while with his hands behind his back.

Recalling Xie Li's forced attempt to save face, he couldn't help but chuckle.

This person probably doesn't know that in the Xie family villa, even the smallest plant or tree is taken care of by dedicated servants.

Such a valuable painting would naturally have servants specifically responsible for managing calligraphy and paintings and taking care of it every day. How could it possibly fall down?

This is why, even within the Xie family, when she said such things, everyone just laughed it off and pretended not to hear it.

If this happened outside, and they were to do something wrong and still stubbornly insist on making ridiculous excuses, it would be the Xie family who would lose face.

He shook his head, finding it quite amusing.

He took a step, preparing to walk down.

Hearing a soft thud, the butler looked up in confusion and saw the painting on the wall hurtling towards him.

...

When Wang Zhian arrived at the Xie family villa, he noticed that something was amiss.

I was startled when I entered the main gate by the large snakeskin bag placed in the living room.

He hadn't seen this thing in years; people in the upper class would never want to use a snakeskin bag.

Even the servants of the Xie family wouldn't use snakeskin bags to carry things, because it was simply too disrespectful.

Snake-skin bags are a distinctive symbol of farmers and migrant workers.

In a moment, he understood. Who would dare to leave two large snakeskin bags in the Xie family villa? Apart from the one they had just reunited with, there was no one else.

He walked over with his briefcase in hand and an indifferent expression, and saw several servants escorting the butler downstairs.