The story is about a fake young lady, transmigration, a pampered darling, face-slapping, farming, building from scratch, and a satisfying read.
Su Wanwan woke up one day to find herself the f...
Perhaps frightened by Zijuan's death, the two maids, Zisu and Zimu, quickly prepared a bath for Su Wanwan.
"Miss, the bath is ready. Please follow me," Zisu said respectfully, her head bowed.
Su Wanwan didn't say much and followed Zisu to the bathroom next door.
Upon arriving at the bathing room, Zimu had already prepared all the necessary bathing supplies.
Zisu stepped forward, bowed her hands, and said, "Miss, this servant will bathe and change your clothes for you."
Su Wanwan wasn't used to having people watching her shower, so she waved her hand and dismissed the two men, saying, "No need, I can shower by myself. You can go now, I'll call you if I need anything."
"Yes, Miss. We'll take our leave." The two maids, Zisu and Zimu, were delighted, worried that Su Wanwan might change her mind. They quickly curtsied and left.
Hmm, it looks like they fled in disarray.
Su Wanwan sneered, admiring the weak and flattering the strong, yet she was terribly afraid of dying.
She pondered the original owner's memories in her mind. In those memories, the original owner was kind to these maids and never treated them harshly. However, she never expected that after becoming a fake heiress, these maids would all try to trample on her in order to show their loyalty to Jiang Wan'er.
Those who betray their masters for personal gain are truly despicable!
However, evil people will be punished by evil people, and she didn't need to get angry over these insignificant people.
Su Wanwan composed herself, stopped thinking about other things, removed her clothes, and slowly stepped into the bathtub.
Enveloped in warm water, with wisps of fragrance filling my nostrils, my fatigue finally began to dissipate.
"Mmm, so comfortable—" Su Wanwan couldn't help but sigh.
Grabbing the scented soap from the tray beside her, Su Wanwan hummed a bath song and began to wash her hair and shower.
"You are the wind, I am the sand..." Su Wanwan hummed as she washed.
They've practically gone all the way to America.
Zisu and Zimu, who were waiting outside, looked at each other with disdain.
They had never heard this piece of music before.
But the humming is just too awful!
Also, why is their young lady in such a good mood?
Having suddenly become a fake heiress, shouldn't one feel gloomy? How can you be so happy?
Could it be that he's lost his mind?
The two were whispering together when Su Wanwan's voice came from inside.
"Zisu, Zimu, come in here for a moment."
Zisu and Zimu were so frightened that they almost died on the spot.
This wicked woman, could she have overheard them talking badly about her?
The two of them walked into the bathroom with their heads down and necks hunched.
With a "plop," the two maids knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
"Miss, we shouldn't have spoken ill of you behind your back. Please forgive us this time."
"Miss, we shouldn't have listened to Jiang Wan'er's instigation and neglected you. Please forgive us this time."
Before Su Wanwan could say anything, the two confessed to everything they had done.
Su Wanwan's heart skipped a beat, and she raised her hand to touch her smooth face.
Oh no, she hasn't even shown her true colors yet.
The maids started kowtowing and admitting their mistakes; her face was absolutely terrifying!
"Aaaaaah! No! I want a beautiful face, not a bear's face!" Su Wanwan roared in her heart.
She was completely disheartened and waved her hand listlessly, "You know what's going on, so don't do anything stupid again, or you'll know what will happen."
"Yes, we understand."