The Filipino maid approached Ning Qiluo and gestured for her to go: "Miss Ning, the master instructed me to take you to his room to rest."
Go to his room...
Following the Filipino maid, we went upstairs, through the corridor, and around the corner until we arrived at Jiang Yingchi's room.
The Filipino maid couldn't just go in; she only opened the door and turned on the light: "Miss Ning, this is the master's room. Please get some rest."
"good."
Ning Qiluo went inside, and the Filipino maid carefully closed the door behind her.
Jiang Yingchi's room style was not the business black she had imagined. Although the decoration style was simple, the overall color scheme was Morandi color scheme, which Ning Qiluo liked at first sight.
Ignoring the expensive decorations, she pounced on the bed and rolled around in it.
She sat up, her hair a mess.
Then she lay down again, and drowsiness came over her as soon as she touched the bed.
After taking a short rest, there was a knock on the door. Ning Qiluo responded, and then the Filipino maid pushed the door open and came in. There were several other Filipino maids behind her, all wearing the same black and white maid uniforms.
The Filipino maid in front of them was carrying a tray with a stewing pot on it: "Miss Ning, this is freshly stewed bird's nest. You can take a bath later and then eat it."
After putting her down, the Filipino maid went to the bathroom to run a hot water bath.
The Filipino maid behind her had a tray with new clothes on it: "Miss Ning, these are your clothes for tomorrow."
Then, several more Filipino maids came in one after another.
They were all carrying trays, and the trays were filled with things.
"Miss Ning, these are the shoes you will be wearing tomorrow."
"Miss Ning, these are the pieces of jewelry you will be wearing tomorrow."
"Miss Ning, this is..."
Ning Qiluo sat obediently on the edge of the bed. After everything was brought in and put away, the Filipino maids said goodnight to her before leaving.
These things were clearly prepared in advance.
On her first night there, Jiang Yingchi deliberately arranged this sense of ceremony.
The sense of ritual that a hostess should have.
If everything she uses or wears is just sitting there lifelessly, waiting for her to use it, then there's no sense of ritual.
Jiang Yingchi's appreciation for Ning Qiluo is tangible and evident in every detail he meticulously prepared.
...
Ning Qiluo went to the bathroom and took a comfortable and relaxing bath.
After taking a bath, the bird's nest was at the perfect temperature to eat, neither too hot nor too cold.
After finishing the bird's nest, Ning Qiluo felt even more sleepy. She checked the time and it was only around 7:30.
She seemed to be too tired to wait for Jiang Yingchi to come back; her eyelids were drooping so badly that she lay down to sleep.
Lying on the large bed, where the pillowcases and blankets had been changed, Ning Qiluo could smell the faint fragrance of Florentine irises.
It smells wonderful.
As she smelled it, Ning Qiluo was about to fall asleep.
But then, there was another knock on the door.
Ning Qiluo remained motionless.
The knocking stopped quickly, not wanting to disturb them too much.
Another car drove up to Jingye Green Valley Yunxi.
It was a black, extended Lincoln.
The car slowly came to a stop at the gate.
The person in the front passenger seat got out first, went to the back seat, and bent down to open the car door.
Yu Hualing got out of the car, leaning on her cane. She looked around first, then gazed into the distance at the front gate and the Filipino maids who came out to greet her.
Everyone who saw Yu Hualing immediately greeted her.
"What about that little girl from the Ning family?" Yu Hualing asked.
She came here tonight because of this little girl.
A Filipino maid replied, "Miss Ning has already retired for the night."
"Young man, going to bed so early?"
The other Filipino maids: "..."
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