"Aunt Chen, long time no see."
Chen Chunhua unconsciously took a half step back. The boy in front of her was already half a head taller than her. The little boy in her memory who would cling to her clothes when she had a fever was now the interviewer who would decide her fate.
"You...you are the interviewer?" she managed to squeeze out the words.
Ye Qingliu just said "hmm" and motioned Chen Chunhua to sit down. "I didn't expect you to be the one applying for the job."
Chen Chunhua sat stiffly on the edge of the sofa, her hands clasped in her lap. She was wearing her best outfit today—a light blue shirt and black trousers—but compared to the luxurious decor of the Ye family, it still looked shabby.
And Ye Qingliu in front of him, although wearing a school uniform, exudes an innate nobility.
"I...I need this job." She whispered, staring at her fingers.
Ye Qingliu sat down opposite her and placed his resume on the coffee table: "It's been so long, and you haven't changed at all."
Chen Chunhua gave a wry smile. She had changed a lot. Fine lines appeared on her face, and her hands were rough from years of farm work.
"You've grown up," she whispered, finally mustering the courage to look up at him. "Are you in high school?"
"Second year of high school." Ye Qingliu nodded, his eyes never leaving her face. "Where have you been all these years?"
Chen Chunhua's heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand. How could she tell him that her parents had forcibly taken her home and forced her to marry a stranger? How could she describe the pain that marriage had brought her, and the despair of losing her child?
"Something... happened at home." She finally managed to squeeze out these few words.
"You've worked for the Ye family before, so you have experience, which is great." Ye Qingliu's tone was calm. "Why do you want to come back after leaving?"
Chen Chunhua took a deep breath: "I need this job to support myself." The brief statement concealed too much pain.
Ye Qingliu's expression softened. He stood up and extended his hand. "Congratulations, Ms. Chen, you're hired. The monthly salary is 30,000 yuan, with room and board, and one day off per week."
Chen Chunhua looked up in surprise: "That's it? Don't you need to ask my wife's opinion?"
"I am the current heir of the Ye family."
Chen Chunhua was stunned for a second or two, then stood up and hesitantly shook his hand: "Thank you... Xiao A Liu."
The name that came out of her mouth made Chen Chunhua lose her color, and she immediately changed her words, "Thank you... I didn't mean it... Young Master..."
"It doesn't matter……"
Ye Qingliu paused, "Grandpa Zhao will take you to familiarize yourself with the work content and your room later."
"Then I... start work today?" Chen Chunhua asked, suddenly realizing that she was still holding his hand and hurriedly let go.
"Well, tomorrow..."
After she left the room, she met someone.
"You must be the new nanny, Chen Chunhua. Your job is mainly cleaning and cooking. The young master is in his second year of high school now, so you can't disturb him from studying. I'll take you to a place to rest..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the butler was also surprised when he saw this face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
"It's you...why are you here...?"
Chen Chunhua couldn't remember it wrongly. More than ten years ago, she had been in love with Zhao Chengshu, who had clearly promised her that he would marry her. But what happened? Her agonizing wait was rewarded with news that Zhao Chengshu had married someone else and later had a son.
She had given up hope at that moment. She had worked as a nanny in the Ye family for a while, and later she was forced to marry the "honest" Wang Daniu.
Wang Daniu was lazy and gluttonous, and she worked hard at home alone. After much difficulty, she gave birth to a child for him. Wang Daniu's condition began to improve, and he began to work in the fields, but the child died at the age of seven.
Her in-laws scolded her for being a jinx, so Wang Daniu took out his anger on her. However, Wang Daniu died again at the age of 45, mainly due to smoking too much.
The result? Her in-laws accused her of being unlucky and cursed her behind her back. She wasn't unhappy with her failed marriage, so she simply left her in-laws' home without looking back, taking nothing with her.
As for her own home, it would be better not to go back. It was full of people who only knew how to suck people's blood.
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