Previous life extra:
The villa is located halfway up the mountain, with a wide view and lush greenery.
In this port city where every inch of land is valuable, those who can live here are either rich or noble.
The new driver carefully followed the butler into the door and underwent a strict body search before entering. The burly bodyguard wearing sunglasses outside the door had such a heavy aura that it was a bit hard to breathe.
The housekeeper raised his eyelids and glanced at him indifferently. His attitude was not cold, but it was not very enthusiastic either. He was just giving instructions normally. He said, "From now on, you will be responsible for picking up and dropping off the young master from school. Don't worry about anything else."
The driver was stunned.
What is superfluous?
At this time he still didn't quite understand.
Then the butler's tone seemed to turn colder, and he warned him, "Don't look at what you shouldn't look at, and don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to."
"Being blind, deaf and dumb."
"You know?"
The new driver would inevitably feel strange when hearing this.
No employer has ever made such a strange request. Generally, the requirement is to be diligent and clean.
However, the salary for this job was really high, so he would agree even to more outrageous requests.
"Okay, okay. I'll keep everything you said in mind."
The housekeeper looked at the honest-looking man in front of him for a few more seconds, then said, "I remember you came from the mainland. Remember, don't speak Chinese in front of the young master."
For new drivers, this request is nothing.
To be honest, his experience was not very glorious.
He ran away secretly from Shenzhen.
I could only do hard labor in the port city. Life became better after I learned how to drive.
His Cantonese doesn't sound like he has any accent, and you can't tell at all that he is from outside of China.
"Okay, okay, I know everything. Is there anything else you want to tell me?"
"There's nothing else to say. Don't go near the house where my wife lives unless you are allowed to."
It's not that I don't want to go.
But don't get close.
It's like some kind of forbidden area.
Before coming to apply for the job, the new driver had vaguely heard about the hostess of this house, who was very mysterious.
She is also loved by her husband.
There are special people to take care of your food, clothing, housing and transportation.
After explaining everything that needed to be said, the new driver couldn't help but ask quietly, "Why can't you speak Chinese? Isn't the gentleman also from the mainland?"
The housekeeper glanced at him coldly and said, "Sir, you don't like people speaking Chinese in front of the young master."
The butler's tone suddenly became stern: "Didn't I just tell you not to ask questions that you shouldn't ask?"
The driver waved his hand quickly and said, "I won't ask any more questions."
Of course, the butler knows the answer to this question clearly.
In the whole family, except the husband, no one speaks Mandarin with the wife.
The husband does not allow others to communicate with her fluently.
Even their own son.
The young master is smart and has a strong learning ability.
If you speak more and listen more, you will get it.
Finding him a Chinese teacher has become a reward.
She can only get this reward if she behaves well.
If you think about it this way, it is indeed scary.
But they won't say anything.
Apart from the somewhat depressing environment, my wife's life is much better than that of other wealthy wives in Hong Kong.
The gentleman has no messy scandals outside and does not have a lover.
The husband's loyalty to his wife is obvious to all.
"I've asked someone to take you to your residence. I've explained everything that needs to be said. If you make a mistake, no one can save you."
The driver cherishes his new job very much.
In Hong Kong, it is not easy for a low-income person like him to have such a stable, high-paying job with free food and accommodation.
He followed the maid to his rest room.
In another small building.
The room is neither big nor small.
It's more than enough for one person to live here.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the driver went to the aristocratic school in Hong Kong according to the address to pick up the young master of the client's family.
He couldn't help but sigh that children from wealthy families are completely different from ordinary people since kindergarten.
After waiting for half an hour, the driver saw a school teacher leading a well-dressed little boy. The housekeeper stepped forward, spoke a few words to the teacher, and then took the little boy into the car.
Through the rearview mirror.
The driver saw the little boy and said nothing from beginning to end.
It seems no one cares.
His eyes were cold and he did not show any stage fright even when facing the teacher and other parents just now. Instead, he seemed more like the one looking down on others.
The driver didn't dare to speak.
All the way home, the car was filled with a depressing and quiet atmosphere.
After getting out of the car, the housekeeper took the young master's schoolbag, and the boy finally spoke: "Where's Mom?"
The sound is nice.
Speak Cantonese fluently.
The housekeeper thought for a moment and said, "Madam is resting."
Shen Zai looked at the housekeeper, "I'm going to talk to my mother."
The butler hesitated for two seconds and told him, "Master, this requires a phone call to the master."
Shen Zai frowned, looking somewhat unhappy, "My father may not agree."
The butler said nothing.
The boy suppressed his unhappiness and said, "But my father promised me last time that if I got a perfect score on the test, he would let me talk to my mother."
He got full marks on the exam again this week.
In the equestrian class, the teacher also said that he had made a lot of progress.
The butler was silent for a moment, "Then you can call Mr.
The boy pursed his lips and said, "Okay."
Shen used the home phone to call his father. He made two calls and the assistant answered the call.
Although Shen Zai is only five years old this year, he is not afraid of adults at all.
When the assistant heard his voice, he immediately handed the phone over to his boss.
"Father, I want to talk to Mom."
Shen Zhishu had just been in a meeting, and after dealing with a bunch of shrewd and calculating old foxes, he was indeed a little tired.
He casually turned the pen in his hand. He wore a pair of exquisite gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, looking extremely gentle. He paused and said, "Okay."
Then he added, "Half an hour."
Half an hour is a lot.
It used to be only ten minutes.
Shen Zai held the phone and nodded: "I understand, Dad."
Only when he is satisfied will he call him dad.
"Your mother hasn't been very happy lately. Be obedient and don't make her unhappy."
"Okay, Dad."
Shen Zai felt that he was the most well-behaved child in the world in front of his mother. He didn't cry or make a fuss and just wanted some intimacy.
Before being allowed into the house where my mother lived.
Shen practiced his new Chinese several times.
My mother doesn't speak English and can't understand Cantonese.
But, but his Chinese is not very good either.
No teacher taught him Chinese.
Chinese is not used for communication in school.
All teachers are foreigners and teach in English.
Shen Zaiyou mentioned to his father that he wanted a Chinese teacher, but his father did not agree.
So he only knows a few clumsy words.
"Young Master, please follow me."
There are security guards guarding the door.
After Shen went in, the gate was closed again.
This seemingly low gate imprisons the most beautiful canary.
This building has excellent lighting, with almost all of the windows being large floor-to-ceiling glass.
Shen went upstairs and knocked on the door.
I knocked three times politely, but there was no response.
He knew his mother would never open the door for him.
But it doesn't matter, he can go in by himself.
"Mom, are you okay? Can you come in?"
He has said this many times.
Already learned how to say it.
But after a long time, you will still feel unfamiliar.
He finished asking.
When you think there will be no response.
There was a loud bang on the door, as if something had hit it.
Shen hesitated for a moment, but still pushed open the door.
This room is locked and the key is in my father's hand.
Even if mom locked it from the inside, she could still open it from the outside.
Song Shengsheng was leaning on the bed. She was wearing a nightgown. Her fair skin was like a delicate piece of jade. There were mottled bruises on the inside of her clothes. It was too easy for her to be bruised.
It doesn't take much force to look stunning.
These years, she has been like a captive canary.
Song Shengsheng looked at the boy at the door. Her dark pupils seemed to move. She blinked and then looked away, not wanting to look at him any longer.
She looked weak and pitiful.
It wasn't an easy night last night.
Shen Zai walked up to his mother, seeming to be unable to see the disgust in her eyes.
He subconsciously said in English: "Mom."
Song Shengsheng frowned, as if he was disgusted and annoyed even by hearing him speak.
Shen Zai carefully and actively tried to grab his mother's hand.
She said nothing and pulled her hand away.
I don't want to get close to him at all.
After Shen Zai said these words, he felt a little regretful.
My mother doesn't like Cantonese or English.
I don't like my father, and I don't like him either.
"Yes, I got full marks."
He is still not very good at expressing himself, he should get full marks.
Song Shengsheng didn't want to listen, she turned her head and looked out the window: "It's so noisy."
Shen Zai's dark and beautiful eyes lit up. As long as his mother was willing to talk, he would be very happy.
Song Shengsheng's face was full of unhappiness. She frowned and ruthlessly criticized him: "You are so noisy."
Shen Zai lowered his head with some sadness: "I'm sorry, Mom."
Apart from sorry, he seemed to have nothing else to say.
Song Shengsheng would feel irritated whenever she heard his voice, especially this pitiful and aggrieved voice.
Why is he wronged? Why is he pitiful?
Why did it seem like she had failed him? Why did she have to take responsibility for a child she didn't want to have? Why did she have to control him? Why did he have to call her mom?
Why why why!
Based on what? Based on what? Based on what?
It seemed as if there was a hysterical little person screaming wildly in Song Shengsheng's heart, pulling at her heart and torturing her over and over again.
A voice was saying that this was her child too, she had to love him, not be angry with him, and not resent him.
Another voice said again, but this child was born against her will.
She couldn't be kidnapped, otherwise Shen Zhishu would fulfill his wish.
She didn't necessarily really hate this child, she just, just really couldn't stand Shen Zhishu.
There is no one in this world like Shen Zhishu, who doesn't respect her wishes at all and is like a madman who doesn't understand what people say.
Song Shengsheng was really exhausted a long time ago.
She used to be able to compete with Shen Zhishu in wits and courage, but later she realized that her tricks were transparent in front of Shen Zhishu and had no effect at all.
Instead, it became a remedy for his boredom.
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It's like catching fish in a jar.
Many sharp thoughts flashed through Song Shengsheng's mind, and she felt that her mental state was not normal.
She vaguely fantasized that it would be great if there was a knife in the drawer.
Let's all die together.
This is a terrible world.
A life like a pool of rotten mud.
When she was imagining the scene after everyone died, her cold hand hidden under the quilt was suddenly held by someone.
The boy's palms were soft and warm, and he seemed very cautious, yet not that scared.
"mother."
Song Shengsheng still turned her face sideways towards him, preferring to look outside rather than at him.
She pretended to be deaf and dumb on purpose. She thought that no one in this world would talk dumbly all the time and no one would have so much patience.
She's going to play dumb now.
She uses cold violence to punish people she doesn't like.
This is the only way she can torture people.
Song Shengsheng doesn't say much every day, and the maid who takes care of her doesn't talk much to her.
No one in this house would say a word to Shen Zhishu without her permission.
Even when they were communicating privately, they would deliberately avoid her.
She's like a ghost.
The only person who can speak is Shen Zhishu.
Occasionally there is also the housekeeper who does evil things for the evil.
Or maybe Shen Zai in front of him.
"I want to hug mom." The boy's eyes showed a shy look, but he said boldly: "Mom, you can hug me too."
He can still speak the simplest phrases.
Song said nothing.
She is now a corpse, unable to speak or respond.
But Shen Zai was like a fool who could talk to a dumb person. He lowered his eyelids and said with some regret: "Mom, only half a hour."
Only half an hour.
This time his father only gave him half an hour.
He always felt it was not enough.
Song Shengsheng didn't understand.
She suddenly thought of a sentence -
I don't want to listen, it's just a turtle chanting sutras.
Now it was as if a little turtle was chanting in her ears.
Song Shengsheng was annoyed by his noise and was about to scold him, but then she felt that she had been hooked.
She now seems to have the kind of paranoid complex seen in TV dramas, always feeling that she will be hooked in this way or that way.
This was also because she had suffered too much from Shen Zhishu and had become extremely cautious.
Even though the child in front of her was just a kindergarten kid, she was very cautious and didn't dare to let her guard down.
After Shen Zai finished speaking, he realized that his mother didn't talk to him, and he felt very disappointed.
I don’t understand either.
Why?
Why would the mother of my kindergarten classmate come to the school to pick him up every day, kiss him on the face and call him baby?
Why didn't he?
Shen thought so, but he was not unhappy.
He held his mother's hands with his own little hands and took the initiative to gently put his face close to hers.
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