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.
