Qi Yefeng's voice on the other end of the phone was filled with guilt as he immediately apologized to Song Mian: "I'm sorry, Miss Song, my company is really too busy. Why don't you wait for me, I'll go with you to see Yu Bai..."
Seeing that Qi Yefeng was serious, Song Mian smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Qi, there's no need for such trouble. I've already arrived at Yu Bai's place, and I'll go upstairs to see him now."
Upon hearing this, Qi Yefeng realized that he couldn't stop Song Mian. After hesitating for a while, he said to Song Mian, "Alright then, Miss Song, please call me immediately if you need any help."
Song Mian readily agreed to Qi Yefeng's request, and then went to Yu Bai's residence with practiced ease.
Just like last time, Song Mian rang the doorbell first. After waiting for a while, she watched as the tightly closed door opened.
Yu Bai, dressed in a snow-white nightgown, walked out of the door.
Song Mian felt that Yu Bai's aura was as consistent as ever. He looked at Song Mian with calm eyes, but there seemed to be a different emotion in his eyes.
Song Mian has met many people, and she can tell whether a person has malice towards her just by looking at their eyes and the aura they exude.
Therefore, Song Mian quickly sensed that Yu Bai's attitude towards her was not as sharp as before. Although it was still not friendly, this probing attitude was much better than before.
Song Mian mustered all her energy and gave Yu Bai a radiant smile: "Good morning, Mr. Yu Bai."
Yu Bai looked at Song Mian with a complicated expression, as if he hesitated for a moment before replying, "Good morning, Miss Song."
"I'm so sorry that my friend and I came so abruptly yesterday, without giving you any time to prepare. I hope you don't mind." Song Mian said, handing the fruit she had brought to Yu Bai. "After I went back yesterday, I felt really bad for you, so I came here early today to apologize!"
Holding the fruit given to him by Song Mian, Yu Bai looked somewhat at a loss: "No, this matter cannot be entirely blamed on you. Yesterday, Ling's father called and told me the whole story, and I realized that I had misunderstood you... In short, everything that happened yesterday was a misunderstanding. Since you are the nanny that Ling's father hired for me, you are indeed qualified to enter my home."
Song Mian's smile vanished abruptly. She pondered the name Yu Bai repeatedly, a hint of disbelief flickering in her eyes: "Excuse me, may I ask what you call me?"
A nanny? When did she become this young master's nanny?
Unlike Song Mian's surprised expression, Yu Bai looked at Song Mian with some doubt and asked, "I've never liked people entering my room, but I've also never liked doing housework. That's why Mr. Ling said he'd find me a housekeeper to clean my room and cook for me... Miss Song, are you not the housekeeper Mr. Ling found for me?"
Song Mian really wanted to say that she wasn't!
Wasn't she supposed to be Yu Bai's friend?
If we're talking about nannies, that's a different price altogether!
However, Song Mian could not tell the truth under these circumstances.
Because she could already sense Yu Bai's wariness, she was certain that if she said now that she wasn't someone Mr. Ling had invited, Yu Bai would immediately close the door and refuse her entry!
She didn't want to be turned away!
So, no matter how unwilling Song Mian was, she still forced a bright smile and said to Yu Bai, "Yes. It's just that I initially wanted to get along well with you, Mr. Yu Bai, and Mr. Ling initially told me not to tell you that I was a nanny, so that you wouldn't resist me, so I... Anyway, it was all a misunderstanding."
Seeing Yu Bai nod, Song Mian smiled brightly, but she already had other plans in mind.
Ling Jiao hadn't made these things clear at the beginning. This was considered extra work for her, so she would definitely have to get some extra compensation later!
Once everything was verified, Yu Bai completely lost his last bit of wariness towards Song Mian and immediately invited her inside.
Song Mian only realized that what Yu Bai said was indeed true after she entered Yu Bai's apartment.
Yu Bai's room can only be described as messy and disorganized.
The floor and sofa were cluttered with all sorts of random things, in such a chaotic and disorganized manner that it felt like there was nowhere to put your feet.
After confirming Song Mian's identity, Yu Bai, though still smiling, spoke in a less gentle tone: "Song Mian, I'll leave the rest to you. Also, I'd like to ask what kind of dishes you're particularly good at?"
Song Mian thought about it carefully for a moment, then said expressionlessly, "I am good at making braised beef, spicy beef, chicken stew with mushrooms, and shrimp and fish cakes."
"You can even cook seafood?" Yu Bai was pleasantly surprised, and his eyes grew increasingly satisfied as he looked at Song Mian. "These are all dishes I love to eat. Here's what we'll do: you tidy up the living room and kitchen first, then you can make lunch. You can clean up the rest after lunch."
After Yu Bai finished speaking and left, Song Mian immediately went into the kitchen.
Looking at the kitchen, which resembled a battlefield, Song Mian was completely bewildered.
Yu Bai really has a deceptive face. He looks like an obedient little puppy, but in reality, he turned out to be a husky, so dramatic!
Song Mian took a picture of the kitchen for Ling Jiao and then sent her a dismayed emoji.
Less than five minutes later, Ling Jiao called.
Before Song Mian even had a chance to complain, she heard Ling Jiao's smiling voice coming from the other end of the receiver: "Miss Song, I have already helped your grandmother Zhang Guiying and your grandfather complete the divorce procedures."
Song Mian's complaints were immediately silenced by Ling Jiao's words. After hesitating for a while, she finally managed to utter, "So fast?"
Ling Jiao smiled and said, "It wasn't a troublesome matter to begin with. Besides, I know some people, so it's not difficult to handle these things. Miss Song, you've helped me so much, so naturally I'll do my best to help you."
Song Mian felt a slight pressure, but forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, Chief Ling, things are going very smoothly here as well."
After briefly exchanging those two sentences with Ling Jiao, Song Mian hung up the phone and resignedly went to tidy up.
Meanwhile, Song Yuan and Song Jinyan, having drunk some alcohol, were walking home arm in arm.
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