“Your brother likes women to drink milk?” Eugène asked, her fiery temper evident.
“Yes!” Leng Youlan thought to herself, “As if!” Lei Tianyi probably wouldn’t care what women drink. But she was an exception.
“What else does your brother like?” Dali asked happily, believing that the more she knew, the better her chances. She had fallen in love with the mysterious master at first sight.
She had been quite dissatisfied with her father’s request to come to this castle as a maid. But when she saw the other two forced to come, she knew the castle’s master was extraordinary. Especially when she saw his beautiful appearance, she swore she had never seen a more handsome man.
However, she had only seen him once when she first arrived, and afterward, the mysterious man had left the villa and never appeared again.
Now that his sister was here, she was determined to make the most of this opportunity. Dali believed the other two had the same idea.
“Yes! Miss, tell us quickly!” Eugène urged.
Leng Youlan quickly shook off those uncomfortable thoughts. Looking at the two women’s expectant faces, she calmly said, “My brother likes gentle and virtuous women, especially those who are good at tending to flowers and plants.”
“Likes women who are good at tending to flowers and plants?”
“Yes!” The two’s simultaneous question made Leng Youlan’s heart bloom. However, on the surface, she remained perfectly calm. “What’s wrong with you two? You look like you’ve been greatly discouraged. Can’t you tend to flowers and plants?”
Eugène and Dali exchanged challenging looks.
“Good, then I’m relieved. Imagine my brother sitting where I am now, with a cup of rich milk in front of him…”
“Does your brother also like milk?” Eugène asked.
“No, of course not. I’m just hypothesizing!”
“Oh!
To prevent herself from being interrupted again, Leng Youlan said, “Future sisters-in-law, please don’t interrupt me anymore. Save your questions for after we finish imagining.
Seeing both of them nod in agreement, Leng Youlan continued to speak, “My brother, he was holding some documents and carefully reviewing them. When he feels slightly tired, he would pick up the milk in front of him, gently drinking while turning his head towards the floor-to-ceiling window. Beyond the large floor-to-ceiling window was an ocean of flowers, and the woman he loved was busy in the flower sea. A gentle breeze blew, lifting the hem of the woman’s skirt and tousling her hair. The woman raised her head, meeting the man’s deep, affectionate gaze. She gave a shy smile, and the fine beads of sweat on her forehead reflected the most beautiful light under the sunshine, making the surrounding flowers and grass pale in comparison. Only the two of them remained in that moment.”
Leng Youlan looked at the two people beside her who had fallen into her fabricated beautiful illusion, a mocking smile playing at the corner of her mouth. She said, “Future sisters-in-law, would you like to experience this now? I’ll sit here and judge from my brother’s perspective who can move his heart more. How about that?”
“Of course.”
“Let’s start now!”
“Intoxicated by the beautiful fantasy, the two women stood up and walked out, forgetting about the villa owner’s sister behind them.
Leng Youlan followed them outside, pointing to the large area of flowers and grass directly facing the floor-to-ceiling window. “Future sisters-in-law, I suggest you don’t do too much. Divide this area in the middle, each taking about ten square meters. Just tidy up the area you’re responsible for.”
Eugène and Dali looked at the still relatively neat flowers and grass and naturally had no objections. Both nodded confidently.
Leng Youlan glanced at Youlan and Yan, saying calmly, “You two stay and supervise. If the future sisters-in-law don’t understand something, explain it to them carefully.”
“Yes, Miss.”
Youlan and Yan were quite aware of their mistress’s temperament and knew this was punishment for their performance at the breakfast table.
“Miss Eugène, Miss Dali, are you ready to begin?” Youlan asked elegantly.
“Ready.”
“Let’s start!”
So the four of them began to perform outside for the woman behind the large floor-to-ceiling window.”
Eugène and Dali, who had originally thought they had gained an advantage over Liffanya, now realized their misfortune was compounding. It seemed the morning treatment was quite good. They pulled out the small grass hidden under the flowers, not understanding why there were so many.
Their bodies were being roasted by the high temperature, seemingly about to collapse. But neither wanted to lose to the other, so they persevered, only hoping to quickly finish tidying their respective areas.
The supervisors, Youlan and Yan, had disappeared, replaced by the old housekeeper who kept wiping sweat. Eugène and Dali no longer had the energy to be angry.
Leng Youlan looked at Dali Kaluda lying on the bed, a demonic smile playing at the corner of her mouth. She calmly said, “Yan, bring me the medicine.”
Yan shivered, looking at the woman on the bed, and obediently handed the medicine to her mistress, swallowing hard and saying, “Miss, here.”
Yan stepped back, considering whether to prepare the car now, remembering how Eugène was tortured awake, crying and demanding to go home, terrified of the mistress.
She didn’t quite understand why her mistress wanted Youlan to personally send Eugène back, but she supposed she would soon be sending Dali back too. After all, no one could endure such torture.
Dali suddenly felt the woman sitting by her bed was the embodiment of a demon. She had originally thought the woman’s consistently calm demeanor stemmed from having too much since childhood, resulting in indifference to external matters. Now, she realized that beneath that calm tone lurked an extraordinarily deep heart.
Dali looked at Leng Youlan with some trepidation, plotting her escape. “Miss, my hand is already so injured. I think I should go home?”
“You want to go home?” Leng Youlan asked calmly, her indifferent expression revealing nothing.
“Yes,” Dali thought to herself. Perhaps Eugène and the others had already left. Hmph! Let them take the lead; I should escape quickly too.
Eugène had indeed left, but Liffanya Lite was probably still sleeping in her room! Leng Youlan was quite familiar with Liffanya Lite’s situation and planned to help her – provided it was also beneficial to herself.
“Future sister-in-law Dali, don’t leave yet. Stay and play with me for two more days. I’ll tell you more about my brother!
“I think I should go home, okay?” Beauty is precious, but life is more valuable.
“My brother will come tonight. Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” Seeing Dali hesitate, Leng Youlan said to the person beside her, “Yan, go fetch a mirror.”
“Yes.” Though puzzled, Yan obediently went to find a mirror. Finally, Yan found one from a maid.
“Madam, the mirror is here.” Leng Youlan looked at Yan and said, “Give it to future sister-in-law Dali?”
“For me?” Dali asked suspiciously.
“Yes, oh, Dali’s future sister-in-law can’t use her hand. Yan, you hold it for her,” Leng Youlan emphasized the word “hand,” causing Dali to shiver. Looking at her bloody hands, she timidly gazed at the mirror Yan held.
“Ah!” After a cry, Dali fainted again. She couldn’t believe the swollen, disheveled woman with terrified eyes in the mirror was herself.
Leng Youlan glanced at the unconscious woman. “Yan, call a doctor. Just ensure she doesn’t die.”
Yan opened his mouth but never asked his doubts.
“Yan, focus on the tasks I assign. As for sending her away, I have someone else in mind,” Leng Youlan disappeared through the room’s doorway.
Yan suddenly felt that serving such a master might bring more excitement to life, because you never know what she’ll do next.
