"Here, here's a gift, young master. This is a gift for you."
Shi Youxi: "..."
Shi Youxi noticed the pink slippers in her hand and then glanced at the white socks the girl was wearing.
"Hehe, this is a gift with warmth."
"Don't worry, my feet don't smell."
Mu Yiran placed the slippers beside his feet.
The boy's pale feet touched the ground. Tsk tsk, this handsome boy is good-looking in every way.
Mu Yiran is prone to feeling cold, especially her feet, so she has a habit of sleeping in socks regardless of the season.
Although she didn't know how the original owner's body was, habits are hard to break, so when she saw Shi Youxi barefoot at night, she felt cold for him.
I'll just use this opportunity to offer something to Buddha, since she still has socks.
"Aren't you touched by the gift? I assure you, young master, you will never receive anything more unique than this."
Shi Youxi was unaware of her image in Mu Yiran's eyes—was she as frail as a delicate flower?
That's ridiculous. Do you think he's cold?
Why is she so nosy and meddlesome?
"Let's go, it's late, staying up late is bad for your health."
After cleaning up the candles, Mu Yiran realized the bread was inedible and all she wanted to do after all that fuss was go back to sleep.
Mu Yiran knew that Shi Youxi was disgusted. When had the young master Shi ever worn someone else's shoes?
Still pink women's shoes.
She was just teasing him, trying to create a birthday celebration atmosphere.
It seems the atmosphere is lost, but the feeling of being surrounded by filth has definitely emerged.
"It's okay if you don't like it, young master. Wait a moment, I'll go get you your slippers—"
Before he could finish speaking, the boy walked away, his pink slippers clattering as he went.
Shi Youxi walked very fast, and you could tell that her fashionable slippers were extremely hot.
Mu Yiran followed behind, running on tiptoe.
Before entering the bedroom, Shi Youxi said, "Wait a minute."
He came out a few seconds later and threw Mu Yiran's slippers at her feet.
Mu Yiran smiled as she looked at him wearing her slippers. "Goodnight, young master."
Shi Youxi's expression remained normal, her gaze indifferent as she stared at her intently. "Is that all, sister? Shouldn't you have come in and told me a bedtime story?"
In the past, those women would use any excuse to get close to him, and even after entering his room, they tried to seduce Shi Youxi.
Oh, there are men too.
At first, Shi Youxi found it interesting and would watch their self-directed and self-acted performances, but after a while, she only felt disgusted.
Now he has hope again.
What will the girl in front of him do? Will she reject him like she did in the car?
Mu Yiran approached him with a solemn expression, peeking through the crack in the door behind him. She felt a chill in the darkness.
She shook her head regretfully. "It's too late today, young master. I've already finished get off work. Please pay me overtime next time you need me. Thank you."
Then she patted Shi Youxi on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Boys need to know how to protect themselves. What if I'm a pervert?"
Shi Youxi: "..."
Shi Youxi suddenly looked up and leaned closer, his phoenix eyes seeming to hold a deep sea, as if he wanted to suck Mu Yiran in.
"That's such a pity..."
Um?!
Mu Yiran's eyes widened instantly.
"It's a pity I won't be able to hear my sister read me a bedtime story tonight." Shi Youxi stepped back and stood behind the door.
"See you tomorrow, sister."
"Smack!"
Mu Yiran nimbly stepped back, avoiding a "loving hug" from the heavy solid wood door to her face.
Tsk tsk.
This young master from a wealthy family started to lose his strength from this point on.
Look, they turn hostile as soon as money is mentioned; they can't even afford a measly overtime pay.
Mu Yiran shook her head in disappointment, squeezed into her slippers, turned around and went back to her room. She changed her socks before lying down on the bed again.
When she was so sleepy that her eyes were blurry with tears, she thought of Shi Youxi in her dream.
If the dream is real, then he must have been abused by Bai Shengsheng today as well.
Did Shi Yan know? Or did he know but still didn't stop Bai Shengsheng?
How long has this situation lasted? Has it been like this since Shi Youxi was born?
Mu Yiran suddenly felt empathy for Shi Youxi, who had grown up in such a distorted, morbid, and indifferent environment.
If he's not a pervert, then who is?
Mu Yiran's mind was filled with the pitiful image of Shi Youxi being thrown away to pick up trash.
It's really heartbreaking.
"Ugh." The more she thought about it, the more pitiful she felt. Mu Yiran got up, took out her self-defense brick, and set her alarm clock half an hour earlier.
Then I fell into a deep sleep.
…
Shi Youxi was a light sleeper; he woke up just before dawn and could only lie in bed pretending to sleep.
As usual, I waited for the dull chimes to ring in the room. But this time, a voice even louder than the chimes arrived first.
First, there were a few soft knocks on the door to test him, then, as if sensing that he was awake, his actions became more arrogant.
"Young master, wake up! It's almost 12 o'clock and you're still sleeping."
Shi Youxi sat up, glanced at the clock, and saw it was 7:00.
He slowly got out of bed, washed up and changed his clothes, then squatted by the door, listening curiously to the good morning bell outside.
Her voice seemed to echo throughout the entire villa; it was clear and pleasant, yet not at all annoying.
"Say hello, young master. There's a young lady over here who's about to say good morning to you. Aren't you tempted?"
"If you're interested, act now!"
Mu Yiran is going crazy outside.
Who would have thought that after escaping the 8 AM rush hour for college students, I couldn't escape the 8 AM rush hour for working people?
Although she set the alarm herself, once she woke up, Shi Youxi wouldn't be able to sleep anymore!
If she gets up this early, don't expect her to have any manners!
The more I think about it, the more upset I get.
So Mu Yiran changed her tune, moved closer to the door, and lowered her voice.
"Still sleeping? Even if you're a rich kid, you still have to get up! What are you doing, sleeping in bed all the time!"
"So what if you're the young master of the Shi family! If you don't get up, I'll—"
As soon as the solid wood door opened, Mu Yiran clasped her hands in front of her abdomen and bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle.
"I'll come back in a bit. Oh my, young master, you're up already! Haha."
"It's really early, it's almost 12 o'clock."
Shi Youxi was dressed neatly, with her bangs falling smoothly across her forehead.
Mu Yiran thought to herself, "This little boy is absolutely gorgeous."
She was completely captivated by the little boy's smiling face, and his voice was also very pleasant.
"Sister's voice is so beautiful. If only I could seal your vocal cords inside a doll, so you could call out to me anytime."
Mu Yiran: "..."
The little boy's words were also spot on.
"hehe."
She subtly took a step back, made a bleating gesture, and said sincerely to the boy, "Thank you, but there's really no need for that."
Shi Youxi was amused by her reaction and went downstairs with a relaxed expression. As she passed the stairs, Mu Yiran felt that something was wrong.
But I can't put it into words.
This feeling is like being squatting in the toilet, unable to poop but forcing yourself to.
She continued on her way to the restaurant, but was eventually interrupted by Shi Youxi's words.
"These..."
Shi Youxi looked at the food on the table with a puzzled expression: white porridge and several dishes, both meat and vegetables.
The steam rising from the plate made me feel that eating it would be warm and comforting.
"Oh, this is what I prepared, young master, please try it."
Although Mu Yiran's mother is from Shenzhen and Hong Kong, her father is from Yicheng in southern Fujian and is a master of southern Fujian cuisine, which is sweet and goes well with rice.
After her parents passed away, Mu Yiran missed the taste of home and blew up the kitchen several times before finally mastering cooking skills.
Of course, this only applies to those few Minnan dishes.
Before she time-traveled, she was a million-follower blogger on Bilibili, occasionally sharing her cooking experiences. Many of her fans told her to give up being a designer and become a food blogger or open a restaurant, as that would be more lucrative.
Mu Yiran had never thought of it that way; these dishes were one of her ways of remembering her parents.
Perhaps it was because of yesterday's dream, or something else, that Mu Yiran felt pity for Shi Youxi.
She just wanted Shi Youxi to eat some ordinary food, to experience the warmth of everyday life, so that he wouldn't look like he might take revenge on society at any moment.
She's doing everything she can to save a future generation of our nation that's about to mutate!
Although the person involved may not appreciate it at the moment.
She looked at Shi Youxi's face and saw three parts suspicion and four parts disdain, but she couldn't see the remaining three parts.
For such a young age, he's quite thoughtful.
"Don't worry, it's not poisonous." Mu Yiran ladled a spoonful of steamed egg custard for him, with shrimp paste half exposed, and the sweet aroma of the sauce wafted up.
"We've confirmed this with the housekeeper and nutritionist, and it won't affect your test results."
Shi Youxi finally moved. Since he wasn't used to chopsticks, he used a fork to scoop the shrimp paste out of the steamed egg custard and handed it to Mu Yiran.
Mu Yiran was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into tears, "Young Master has grown up, he knows to let the adults taste first—"
"Sister, blow on it for me."
"......."
Mu Yiran exhaled with the force of a lung capacity of 4000.
Shi Youxi felt a surge of satisfaction as he looked at her flushed face.
He popped the shrimp paste into his mouth; its tender and fresh flavor immediately stimulated his appetite. He then ate the whole bowl of porridge along with the dishes Mu Yiran had picked out for him.
Throughout the meal, Mu Yiran kept serving him food. If she didn't serve him food, Shi Youxi wouldn't eat. For a moment, Mu Yiran really thought she was a nanny, becoming more and more skilled at raising children.
During the meal, Mu Yiran also imparted several life philosophies to Shi Youxi.
For example, it's essential to discuss tastes during meals.
iPads weren't available that year, so Mu Yiran minded that Shi Youxi put a TV in the dining room so she could watch dramas while eating—it was standard practice!
After listening to her philosophy of life, Shi Youxi nodded calmly, his composure not at all like a 10-year-old boy who loves watching Ultraman Tiga glow and Conan skateboard.
Mu Yiran finished recounting her 21 years of twisted reasoning about life before remembering the important matter, "Young Master, it seems you're going to class today."
She straightened Shi Youxi's rolled-up sleeves. "It's time. We should go."
As soon as he stood up, he was pulled back down.
Shi Youxi clutched the pocket of her white skirt, her tone displeased, "Sister, why don't you wear that blue skirt?"
Mu Yiran: "?"
What blue dress?
Mu Yiran's brainstorming session.
Is it that blue lace-trimmed skirt, complete with leather gloves, furry ears, and lace garter stockings?!
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