It's another weekend, and I should be lying in bed sleeping in this morning.
Because the conglomerate has taken on a major project, everyone, including the president and his special assistant, Yi Mu, has to work overtime.
The Jiang family's butler got up at four o'clock and directed the servants in the villa to start their day's work.
The gardener goes to the greenhouse to pick fresh lilies still covered in dew and replaces the flowers on the dining table from the previous day.
The lady enjoys Cantonese dim sum, so she needs a pot of good black tea.
The young master prefers Westin breakfast; the ham and fried eggs must be cooked to perfection, otherwise the picky young master will not touch the knife and fork.
In winter, when it's cold, the driver starts the car first and turns on the air conditioning half an hour in advance to ensure the young master won't get cold.
Yi Mu got out of bed, still half asleep.
After washing up his messy hair and changing out of his pajamas, he ran into Ye Jianglin as he went downstairs.
Ye Jianglin was wearing a black suit without a single wrinkle, just like his meticulous and rigorous nature.
Yi Mu bowed respectfully and said, "Good morning, young master."
Ye Jianglin frowned.
"Didn't I tell you to just call me by my name?"
Something flashed in Yi Mu's lowered eyes. He raised his head and smiled at Ye Jianglin.
"The proper rules still apply. Let's go down together."
After he finished speaking, he remained where he was, waiting for Ye Jianglin to leave first.
Outside, it's one thing, but within the Jiang family, Yi Mu must be acutely aware of his position.
He was the steward's son, a servant, and had to show the utmost respect to the high-ranking young master.
Whatever the young master says is right; you can't contradict his opinion.
The above is the information that Yi Mu obtained from the original owner's past memories after transmigrating.
These are all ideas that the original owner's mother, who is also the Jiang family's steward, instilled in her son from a young age.
This mother, who was so strict with her children that she was almost cold, dedicated her entire life to the Jiang family.
What's most terrifying is that she herself is taking care of this family, and she also wants her son to continue to devote himself to this family in the future.
No, to be precise, he devoted himself to Ye Jianglin.
As Yi Mu walked down the stairs, he watched as the original owner's mother, who always had a stern face, showed concern for Ye Jianglin, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
"When I came back yesterday, I heard the young master cough several times. Is he sick?"
Let your subordinates handle company matters; don't work while sick, your wife will worry about you.
The dignified and beautiful matriarch of the Jiang family put down her red tea and smiled: "It's not me who feels sorry for him, it's you who feels the most sorry for him."
The butler ignored her words, glanced at Ye Jianglin's suit, and said worriedly, "I'll go upstairs and get the young master's coat. You're dressed too lightly..."
Hearing her nagging all morning, Ye Jianglin's face showed impatience.
"I just had a slightly hoarse voice and coughed a couple of times. There's no need to make a fuss about it."
As he spoke, Yi Mu walked to the table and sneezed twice.
The lady looked at him with concern, her voice gentle and tender.
"Is Yimu catching a cold? The weather has been so unusual lately. We have some medicine at home, so don't forget to take some later."
Yi Mu opened his mouth, about to speak, but the butler beat him to it.
The housekeeper stood ramrod straight, her voice measured and firm: "Thank you for your concern, Madam. Yi Mu is in very good health."
As the butler spoke, he changed the subject, looking at Yi Mu who had pulled up a chair and sat down, his expression so serious it was almost unapproachable.
"How many times have I told you to know some manners? How can you dine at the same table as the madam and young master?"
Yi Mu's fingers had just touched the chopsticks when he heard what she said, and he froze, his expression awkward.
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