"Sister, do you love me?"
Mu Yiran stared in astonishment at the fluffy head resting on her lap.
As expected of him, he can say such terrifying things at such a young age.
"Oh...this isn't a good idea, it's only our first day."
"No! What are you saying, young master? I signed a proper contract." Mu Yiran, regaining her senses, stated her position righteously and firmly.
"What's wrong with you?" Mu Yiran shook her leg, but her head remained motionless.
After a long pause, Shi Youxi finally replied, "It's nothing."
Shi Youxi's nostrils were filled with Mu Yiran's scent, a faint, sweet fragrance. This scent lessened his pain considerably.
He recalled Mu Yiran's reply just now, a bunch of nonsense, but the meaning was that she didn't love him.
He didn't need to ask any of the women in the past; they all rushed to tell Shi Youxi that they would love him as if he were their own child, and each of them said they loved him.
Do those women think Shi Youxi doesn't know? They love the Shi family and Shi Yan.
Their love was false and ugly.
But at least they put on an act.
Mu Yiran was the first to give a different answer.
Or was she doing this on purpose to get his attention?
The car began to move slowly forward, and Shi Si's soft voice came over, "Young Master, the things are here. Would you like to drink them now?"
"Drink! Young Master said he wants to drink!" Mu Yiran shouted. She took the opportunity to pull Shi Youxi up and patted the boy on the back of the head. "You drink while I apply the medicine to you. If it hurts, it will distract you."
She turned on the headlights, lowered the partition, and poured the tea into a disposable cup, instantly filling the entire carriage with an wickedly sweet aroma.
Even the driver lost control of his expression and wrinkled his nose.
Shi Youxi squinted to adjust to the light. He felt Mu Yiran's hand stroking his head, and then those soft hands gripped his wrist.
"Tell me if it hurts, although I'll tell you to bear it." Mu Yiran opened the first-aid kit and took out alcohol and cotton swabs.
Shi Youxi scoffed inwardly, then nodded, "Thank you, sister."
Mu Yiran unconsciously frowned as she gently touched the wound on her finger with a cotton swab.
Shi Youxi's hands were beautiful. Although he was thin, his hand bones were not so obvious. His hands were slender and his flesh and bones were well-proportioned, which made the cuts on them stand out even more.
Did he go digging in the ground? Otherwise, how did Shi Youxi get these wounds?
Mu Yiran's injured hand suddenly twitched, and when she looked up, she saw Shi Youxi biting her lip.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
Shi Youxi took a careful, deep breath, her lips twitching stiffly. "It doesn't hurt."
This kid is pretending to be cool while saying one thing but meaning another.
Shi Youxi pouted and pretended to be relaxed as she withdrew her hand, "Anyway, my sister will just tell me to bear with it."
"Look at you, kid. I was just saying it, how could you take it so seriously?" Mu Yiran felt guilty instantly.
Remembering something, she picked up the scalding hot disposable cup and blew on it. "You drink it, it'll distract you."
Shi Youxi lazily took it, the rich milky aroma stimulating his taste buds. He took a small sip, and the next second his body froze instantly.
A warm breath brushed against my fingertips, and the wound went numb instantly.
An itch crept up his back from his palm, and Shi Youxi's eyes instantly reddened.
"All wiped off—" Mu Yiran stopped blowing on the cup, and before she could finish speaking, the hand she was holding was pulled back instantly. Shi Youxi downed the cup of sweet rice balls in one gulp, her face flushed from the heat.
Just as the car stopped in front of the East Residence, Shi Si quickly got out to open the door for Shi Youxi.
The moment he landed, he saw his young master's hurried departure.
Toki: ...Damn it!
Only Mu Yiran and the driver remained in the car, staring at each other in bewilderment.
Once Mu Yiran entered the villa, only the butler and Shi Si remained, talking in the living room.
Shi Si nodded to her and left, while Mu Yiran stood there like an overtime worker waiting for her boss to tell her to leave.
As she expected, the housekeeper led her upstairs and gave her some instructions at the door of Shi Youxi's room.
"Get some rest, goodnight Miss Mu."
"Good night." After respectfully seeing the butler downstairs, Mu Yiran took off running back to her room.
Her room was right across from Shi Youxi's, next to the room full of dolls that was there in the afternoon.
It wasn't large, but it was quite luxurious for someone who worked as a nanny. Putting aside the fact that the boss was a bit abnormal, the Shi family's benefits were actually quite good.
After washing up, Mu Yiran, wearing the clothes brought by the original owner of the body, lay comfortably on the bed.
When the night is deep and quiet, that's when the background music automatically plays in my head, and that's when modern young people start to feel emo.
In just one day, Mu Yiran experienced inheriting a fortune, a car accident, and time travel.
Only then did Mu Yiran feel sad and wronged.
Although she is practically alone in the real world, she is still able to survive, has a career she loves, and close friends who are like family to her.
It's still better than being alone in another world.
Although it wasn't exactly another world, but rather a journey back to the past, Mu Yiran still couldn't find a way to escape that day.
With such tight security at the Shi family's residence, and her identity being someone else's, she won't be able to leave anytime soon.
In the past, late at night, the dramatic Mu Yiran would often watch video clips on Bilibili, listen to background music with a strong sense of destiny, and fantasize about dying and traveling through time to experience a legendary life, with tears streaming down her face.
Now that her daydream has come true, she can no longer cry.
Mu Yiran pulled the contract out from under her pillow, saw the monthly salary on it, and the tears that had disappeared started flowing from her nose again.
Why worry about so much? Just consider it a lucky escape. After spending half a day together, Mu Yiran felt that this job wasn't so bad. She would just stick to it for now and make some money.
According to the contract, it was half a day. After terminating the contract and resigning, I would return to China and maybe even see myself as a child and my parents who are still alive.
Mu Yiran took out her Nokia iPod Classic, set an alarm, and calmly prepared to go to sleep.
Before going to sleep, she thought of Shi Youxi again. He was acting really strange tonight. If she wanted to get her salary on time and avoid sleeping on the streets, she had to win the favor of this little pervert.
She wants to become Shi Youxi's little brother, his lapdog, and his radar that chases him 24/7!
Thinking back to when he asked me in the car if I loved her, now I realize how pretentious I was! How pathetic!
Regardless of what kind of love he talks about, or what he loves about him—whether he loves his money or his looks—it's still love!
I should have written a short essay to express my feelings back then!
She loves him! Of course she loves him, she fucking adores Shi Youxi!
Mu Yiran decided that when she saw Shi Youxi first thing tomorrow morning, she would tell him her true feelings.
Mu Yiran cleared her mind of all the files she had been processing and fell asleep instantly.
…………
Mu Yiran felt something was wrong with her body. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself standing in a strange room.
The room was large, with a floor-to-ceiling window on one side, a cello in front of it, and a cabinet against the wall filled with black and white fabrics.
Mu Yiran could tell that this was a simple clothing design area.
But why is she here?
Has this happened again?
She's only just begun to develop feelings for the new world.
But the next second she realized something was wrong.
A woman entered the room, dressed in pure white with her hair half-tied up.
Mu Yiran recognized Bai Shengsheng at a glance.
She looks younger in person than in the photo, like a girl in her early twenties.
Bai Shengsheng walked in, seemingly unable to see Mu Yiran.
To verify this, Mu Yiran ran up to her and waved her hands in a flowery gesture.
No response.
It seems she didn't time travel; was she dreaming?
She stood side by side with Bai Shengsheng, watching Bai Shengsheng hum a tune happily. Every now and then, Bai Shengsheng would run to the fabric and stroke it, calling out someone's name to herself.
"Cheng Mo, Cheng Mo, I miss you so much..."
Silence? Who is silence?
What another massive cheating scandal?
Isn't Bai Shengsheng in love with Shi Yan?
Mu Yiran was filled with doubts when she saw Bai Shengsheng hugging the pile of fabric like a madwoman, swinging back and forth in the room as if she were embracing and dancing with her lover.
Mu Yiran observed her for more than ten minutes and then drew a conclusion.
Bai Shengsheng isn't just like a lunatic, she is a lunatic.
Just when she thought she was going to have to watch Bai Shengsheng go crazy forever, her vision suddenly blurred.
The scene before her eyes changed again. Bai Shengsheng was standing in front of a person, a dark figure.
No matter how hard Mu Yiran looked, she couldn't see the shadow's face, so she had to give up.
The dark figure was playing the cello, the very same tune Bai Shengsheng had just hummed. Bai Shengsheng sat in front of him, a smile on her face.
The music played on and on until Mu Yiran was nearly deaf before Bai Shengsheng finally made a move.
She touched the man's face. "Cheng Mo, will you be my model? I designed a new dress for you."
Then the style changed, and it became Bai Shengsheng doing 3D cutting, with the black shadow becoming her mannequin.
Bai Shengsheng took a draping needle and folded the fabric one by one, securing it with the needle.
With a swift and decisive motion, she pierced the fabric with unrestrained force, the tiny, sharp sizing needle sliding into it.
The red blood soaked into the fabric, and Mu Yiran felt as if she were being pricked by a needle. She instinctively tried to stop Bai Shengsheng's hand.
But it was no use; her body was weak.
They could only watch helplessly as the pure white fabric was stained with specks of red plum blossoms.
The dark figure groaned in pain, but Bai Shengsheng's expression changed instantly; her voice became sharp and her tone sorrowful.
"Cheng Mo, why aren't you smiling? Don't you love being my model? Are you angry because I married someone else?"
"I love you, Cheng Mo. We love each other. When will you come and take me away?!"
Mu Yiran watched as Bai Shengsheng kept pinching and twisting the shadow, as if that person was not her lover but her enemy.
Mu Yiran couldn't help but want to step forward and pull Bai Shengsheng away, but as soon as she got closer, she saw the dark figure reveal its face.
That was Shi Youxi's face.
Her beautiful face was distorted, and Shi Youxi's phoenix eyes stared straight at Mu Yiran, filled with suffocating sorrow.
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