Song Jin took a nap and suddenly sat up, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, it took me a while to remember that this was the Song family's old house.
After living in Qin Yansheng's house for a while, I seemed to get used to it. Suddenly, I moved to a new place and my sleep quality declined.
Rubbing her face, Song Jin got up.
Ten minutes later, she went down for a run in light clothes.
When she passed by the hall, she saw Lin Qingqing helping to clean. She glanced at her and ran over.
Lin Qingqing, however, interpreted a hint of contempt in that casual glance, and felt ashamed and angry in her heart.
Why did Song Jin come back?
If she hadn't come back, she wouldn't have discovered that her mother was just a servant.
Seeing Lin Qingqing wringing the rag as if she had a grudge, Sister Lin gently pushed her arm.
"Qingqing, hurry up and finish wiping here and go to school, or you'll be late."
Lin Qingqing gritted her teeth, threw away the rag that had not been wrung out yet, and smashed the sofa cushion to create a puddle of water.
"Why should I do this? I'm not a servant here!"
Sister Lin was startled and quickly covered her mouth. "Don't talk nonsense. Go to school. Mom can do these things."
"Oh my God, what are you doing!"
The servant next to him hurriedly picked up the rag, but the cushion had already been stained with water.
She looked at Lin Qingqing angrily, "Lin Qingqing, if you don't want to do it, don't do it. No one is begging you to do it."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll clean it up, Qingqing didn't mean it."
Mrs. Lin apologized and picked up the cushion to clean it.
After Mrs. Lin left, another servant gave Lin Qingqing a cold look.
"Why are you so angry? If you break something here, can you afford to pay for it? Don't let it get us into trouble and have our wages docked!"
Lin Qingqing glared back unwillingly.
"You are the servant. These tasks are yours. I wouldn't be doing this if I weren't helping you."
Although she was not a servant in the old house, she often helped with things since she was a child.
After school or on vacation, after finishing homework, I have to help with cleaning, washing vegetables and dishes, etc.
Although she didn't do much, she did do some. However, the old house only made her work for free and never paid her.
The servant wrung out the rag wordlessly and continued to wipe the rosewood table.
Lin Qingqing lives in the old house and eats the food there. She can't do anything for an hour or half an hour every day. What is there to complain about?
Fortunately, the old man and the old lady thought Lin Qingqing was hardworking, and they secretly funded her studies and gave her red envelopes during the Chinese New Year.
Normally, when people give gifts to the two old people, anything they cannot use or need or cannot eat will be given to the servants in the old house.
Being able to live here is already better than the salary. After all, if you want to rent a house like this, I'm afraid a month's salary won't be enough to rent it for an hour.
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Song Jin ran into the garden and saw Old Man Song practicing Tai Chi and Old Lady Song dancing with a sword.
The two elders were so skillful and elegant in their posture that Song Jin paused for a moment.
"Grandpa and grandma, good morning."
"Auntie, are you running?"
Old Master Song saw her and asked with a smile, his hands moving slowly while he spoke.
"Running is good, it helps with the body. My granddaughter will definitely be in good health when she's old, unlike you, old man, who is lacking in every way."
Mr. Song, who was just saying something casually, was suddenly confronted by his wife again. He smiled helplessly at Aunt Song.
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