Chapter 7 Chapter 7 "I don't want to live anymore."
Liu Jingheng was adopted by a couple when she was a child.
The couple were small local tycoons, but they were unable to have children, so they treated Liu Jingheng as their own.
They said he looked pleasing, didn't mind that he had congenital heart disease, and were willing to spend money to treat him.
But it seems that to them, children are born only to show off.
They enrolled Liu Jingheng in a bunch of interest classes, such as piano, dance, and vocal music, and looked forward to him shining on the stage.
On the third day of Liu Jingheng's dance lessons, the dance teacher burst into tears of joy and held the couple's hands, saying:
"Jingheng really didn't let me down. Please go to the front desk to get a refund."
She didn't want to teach an imbecile who hadn't yet learned how to tame his limbs.
Due to physical reasons, Liu Jingheng could not persist in studying for too long. Even though she was slow, she could see the disappointment in her adoptive parents' eyes.
They want a child who can shine on the stage and be the center of attention among classmates and teachers.
He couldn't do anything that involved physical activity, and the more anxious he was, the more out of rhythm he became.
Later, the couple disregarded the law and forcibly sent Liu Jingheng back to the orphanage, and then they took away a healthy, lively and talented child.
There was very little Liu Jingheng could do. She could only lock herself in the small classroom and vent her emotions in front of the calligraphy.
Rather than saying it is a catharsis, it is more accurate to say that only when writing can I find a brief moment of peace.
Although calligraphy is not like dancing or vocal music, and cannot be mastered quickly or put on stage, the director would show his handwriting to every child:
"It takes at least ten or eight years to master our Jingheng small regular script. We must keep working hard to carry forward our Chinese culture."
The memories end.
Liu Jingheng looked at the internship notice sent by Mr. Qin and nodded.
Dean Dad is right.
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Liu Jingheng slowly packed her luggage. Tomorrow, she would officially move into the Qin family as planned.
I always feel like something is wrong.
Mr. Qin gave the order, yes;
Staying at the Qin family, there are;
Qin Chuyao lost his virginity, and there will be one.
There's nothing wrong, I was just worrying too much.
*
On a sunny early spring day, there was dead silence at the Qin family's breakfast table.
Qin Chuyao quietly bombarded Cheng Yunqing with text messages under the table:
"I've already said I don't know why Liu Jingheng chased me to your internship hospital to show off, but I swear, I have nothing to do with him."
"I will never let him appear in our sight again. Don't be angry. Please reply to my message."
[Heh, are you playing hard to get with me? No one has ever dared to ignore my messages in my entire life.]
After waiting for a long time without receiving any reply from Cheng Yunqing, Qin Chuyao began to shake his legs.
Qin Du opposite him glanced at him, put down his knife and fork, and tapped the table lightly with his fingers.
Qin Chuyao immediately put down his phone and sat up straight, cursing "Damn it" in his heart.
"Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin, Young Master, the trainee housekeeper is at the door." Suddenly, the nanny came forward to inform.
Qin Du raised his eyes: "Trainee housekeeper?"
Old Master Qin said nothing, tightening his grip on his knife and fork. "What a tactless little babysitter! Is the dinner table the right place to talk about this?"
He had originally intended to bypass Qin Du and act first and report later, but his strategy was a mistake. He needed to find a reason to deduct the nanny's bonus.
Qin Du looked at his biological father, his eyes as black as jade covered with a layer of darkness.
"Yes... I happened to meet the board member of Jinhai University, ahem." The old man cleared his throat and used the few seconds to make up a story. "We talked about internship cooperation and took a student resume as a courtesy."
Qin Du picked up the knife and fork again, and cut the fried egg rhythmically with the sharp cold blade:
"knew."
Silence prevailed and no one dared to speak.
Qin Du finished his last bite of breakfast, wiped his mouth and said:
“Send the intern in.”
The nanny breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to call for help.
"Gurgle, gurgle--" The low-quality wheelchair rubbed against the high-quality marble tiles, making a noisy sound.
Several people at the table looked over at the same time.
Qin Chuyao suddenly stood up, veins throbbing on his forehead: "Why is it you!!!"
"Sit down." Qin Du said coldly.
Qin Chuyao's fingers kept tightening, and his sword-like eyebrows were raised slantly.
Damn it, Cheng Yunqing was already angry and didn’t reply to the message, but this shabby butterfly was quite scheming and broke into his house directly. When did she feed his old man the love potion?
Thinking of Cheng Yunqing, who had not yet been coaxed, Qin Chuyao felt that one problem had not yet been solved but another. He only hated his dead parents for not giving him two more mouths to feed.
Under his uncle's oppressive gaze, he suppressed his anger and sat back quietly.
The old man observed Qin Du's eyes, but could not see any emotion.
He quickly introduced her, "This is Liu Jingheng, a student majoring in International Butler Studies at Jinhai University. She also has excellent handwriting. I'm in need of a calligraphy teacher."
Qin Du didn't even look at Liu Jingheng, tapping the table lightly with his index finger.
"Da, da, da—"
No one in the audience dared to breathe.
"You." After a long silence, Qin Du finally spoke, "With your disabled legs, how can you be competent as a housekeeper? You have ten seconds to think of an explanation."
Liu Jingheng pondered: Why is it ten seconds and not ten minutes?
"Ten, nine." Qin Du has started counting down.
Old Master Qin cleared his throat and said, "Even if I can't be a housekeeper, I still need a calligraphy teacher."
Qin Du remained calm, pretending to hear nothing, and continued looking at his watch:
"Eight, seven—"
Liu Jingheng's CPU ran slowly for a circle and burned out.
"I don't want to live anymore." He just wanted to finish the story as soon as possible and go back to be buried in peace.
These days, everyone is a cannon fodder under the impact of capital, but it is difficult for him to be a cannon fodder.
Qin Du's countdown sound stopped.
He slowly raised his eyes, and his indifferent and distant gaze swept across Liu Jingheng.
Qin Du took his phone and stood up. The driver who had been waiting for a long time immediately came up to him and put his coat on him.
In the bleak silence, the crisp sound of red-soled leather shoes stepping on the ground became farther and farther away.
As soon as Qin Du left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Old Master Qin stood up and opened his arms like a mother hen protecting her cubs:
"Teacher Xiao Liu, welcome to join the Qin family."
Qin Chuyao stood up and spread his hands:
"Grandpa, is this true?"
The old man glanced at him:
"If your lousy handwriting looked like human writing, I wouldn't have bothered with it."
Qin Chuyao: "I..."
The old man smiled again, and his wrinkles turned into piles of cream:
"Teacher Xiao Liu, this way please~"
Qin Chuyao looked at the two men's backs as they left, his back teeth grinding.
Liu Jingheng, this young master can only tell you, don't try to beat me with abacus beads. The feelings I have for Yunqing are witnessed by heaven and earth.
In the car.
The driver, Uncle Wang, kept looking at the rearview mirror.
The mouth opened and opened again, and finally mustered up the courage to turn into a curious kitten:
"Boss Qin, why did you agree to let him stay, a man who is half paralyzed and can't lift anything with his hands or shoulders?"
Uncle Wang recalled that when he applied for the position of full-time driver for the Qin family, he performed an extreme cornering and the wheels of the car flew sparks, and only then did he get a lukewarm "OK" from President Qin.
He couldn't figure it out. Gnashing teeth.jpg
Qin Du didn't say anything, as if he didn't exist. His eyes passed through the car window and briefly stopped at the "Longhai Cemetery" not far away.
The four words "I don't want to live anymore" brought yellowed old memories with the cool breeze of early spring.
*
After Liu Jingheng taught Mr. Qin to practice the last character "Yuan" in his name, she remembered that Mr. Qin's full name in the original text was "Qin Haoyuan".
Liu Jingheng smiled foolishly. "I have such a bad memory."
Just when I was about to take a break, the housekeeper Uncle Li suddenly came out from a corner.
"Master, Mr. Liu."
The old man happily found someone to play golf with and left Liu Jingheng to the serious Uncle Li.
Uncle Li was wearing a British butler's uniform, and his white hair was combed so sleekly that even a fly would have to do splits.
"Boss Qin just called and asked me to inform you that you should start learning the professional skills of a butler from me immediately to ensure that you can adapt to the internship work quickly." Uncle Li said.
Liu Jingheng thought for a long time, then picked up a small stool and pointed at the security booth at the entrance of the mansion: "That's where we go to read the newspaper and drink tea, right?"
Uncle Li: "That's the security guard."
Uncle Li secretly rolled his eyes in his heart, but his forty years of experience in the industry allowed him to remain calm no matter how turbulent the situation.
You little thing, you want to compete with me? Don't you even consider your own weight?
When he heard that a housekeeper trainee had joined the family, Uncle Li, who was eager to teach, was eager to take action. He thought that if Liu Jingheng was a quick learner and smart, he might as well adopt her as his adopted son.
But all Mr. Qin needed to express his hatred for Liu Jingheng was one sentence:
"Old Li, you are sixty-five this year, right?"
No, something's wrong.
Uncle Li was originally worried about this sentence, but when he saw Liu Jingheng's silly look, he felt relieved.
Uncle Li smiled schemingly. When Old Li made his move, Xiao Liu immediately ran away.
"Xiao Liu, since you've entered the housekeeper business, you must be prepared to give up being a human being."
Liu Jingheng looked at Uncle Li dimly. Give up being... a human?
Butler Li's face was polygonal, with sharp corners like a benzene ring. A normal person wouldn't have a face like that...
"No taboos, no taboos..." He muttered softly with his eyes closed.
Uncle Li continued:
"A housekeeper is a household manager. Their duties include, but are not limited to, managing daily expenses, purchasing items, household cleaning, equipment maintenance, and household security. Especially when working for the Qin family, one must be prepared to be cautious."
"Boss Qin is usually busy with work and is often not home, so you can just follow me and listen and learn."
Liu Jingheng: "Okay."
Whether you can remember or not, don’t make things difficult for yourself. People should know when to advance and when to retreat, and learn to be lenient with yourself and strict with others.
"Before that, I have two points to remind you of." Uncle Li didn't want to say it. He wanted to see Liu Jingheng suffer in silence and get out of here as soon as possible.
But his habit of wanting to know others came back again, his mouth was like a broken teapot, pouring out everything.
"The Qin family is currently headed by Mr. Qin, and he has many taboos. In particular, Mr. Qin's mother's room at the end of the third floor is off-limits. Also, if something goes wrong at work, remember not to make excuses, and certainly not to try to get away with it by acting cute."
Liu Jingheng nodded again and again.
The person he wants to connect with is Qin Chuyao. This is his only passcode. Other people are not important.
But, who is Mr. Qin?
It was the old man, or the stern man I met at the breakfast table.
Never mind, it doesn’t matter.
The third floor is so high, only a fool would climb up.
Uncle Li interrupted his thoughts:
"You have difficulty walking, so it's Master's mercy to keep you in the Qin family. However, you must study and memorize the work within your ability."
Uncle Li took out a black leather notebook from under his armpit and opened it:
"Your first priority today is to complete the food shopping for the next week. I'll write you a list. You can take a taxi to the supermarket that supplies the Qin family's food to pick out the freshest ones. The expenses will be reimbursed."
"Snap." Uncle Li pinched his fingers and closed the hardcover book.
Under his gaze that was half-smile and half-murderous, Liu Jingheng said, "Okay."
It was just a matter of taking a screenshot, but Uncle Li didn't bother to copy it again by hand.
Liu Jingheng took the handwritten list and looked through it.
20 kilograms of top-grade Boma beef, 20 kilograms of premium green-lip abalone, 10 pairs of Huaiji bird's nests...
Liu Jingheng folded the list and went out.
Uncle Li's figure flashed by the window of the mansion behind him, leaving behind a meaningful and obscene smile.
At this time, a nanny came over with a receipt and asked:
"Butler Li, President Qin requested that the colors of the decorations be changed to darker tones during the fasting period, right?"
Uncle Li's smile widened. "Of course, you can't make any mistakes during the fast. This is related to your fate~"
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