Translator:
Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor:
Nyoi-Bo Studio
Luosang gave a start, then said,
Did you really lie to me on purpose so I would eat that box of chocolate?
You wish.
Nian Junting snorted and said,
I don’t really remember what Nian Xi likes.
Luosang felt a little speechless.
Then why did you block my way?
Mr. Nian, could you please step aside? This bowl of sweet dumplings is just out of the pot and is boiling hot,
she said.
Nian Junting didn’t do what she said. Instead, he stared at her with a complicated look.
Earlier, when you were making the sweet dumplings, why did you look at me in that way?
he asked.
In what way?
The bowl of sweet dumplings was so hot, it stung Luosang’s fingers.
Nian Junting snorted again and responded,
Lovingly.
Luosang didn’t know what to say.
Don’t look at me so lovingly again. I’ll feel stressed,
he continued, like a proud peacock. Then he turned and left.
Luosang wanted to pour the bowl of sweet dumpling soup all over his back.
‘Lunatic. You overthink everything!’
Soon, all the dishes were served. As it was a special festival, both Sister Lan and Luosang were invited to have dinner with Murong Cheng’s family.
Before the dinner started, Murong Cheng gave Luosang a thick red envelope and said to her,
Luosang, thank you for looking after my son these past few months. This is your salary.
Luosang paused briefly. She didn’t count the money in the envelope, but she knew that it was roughly tens of thousands of yuan.
Mrs, Nian, it’s too much.
You deserve it, believe me.
Murong Cheng smiling patted the back of her hand and said,
Take it. You’ve been working hard, and this money is nothing to my family.
When has it been your position to pay my carer?
Nian Junting frowned unhappily.
I was afraid that you might be too stingy to pay her,
said Murong Cheng with a smile.
And it was me who promised to double her salary. A couple of days earlier, I called her, and she told me that you’ve almost recovered, so she’ll leave in two days. I was going to recommend her to a nice job, but she refused.
Why didn’t you tell me that you are leaving in two days?
Nian Junting’s face darkened as he asked Luosang.
Mrs. Nian called me earlier, so I mentioned it to her. I was planning to tell you today,
she said.
Nian Junting put down his chopsticks. He suddenly lost his good mood for the festival.
This isn’t your first job. Don’t you know that you should inform your employer at least a month before you quit? Quitting in two days? I won’t accept your resignation,
he said.
Luosang knitted her brows.
Working for another month? That wouldn’t be possible, as the school term would be starting very soon.
Mr. Nian, it was written in black and white on the contract I signed earlier that my job would be done once you recover. Now, you can eat and walk on your own, so the rest can be handled by yourself,
she said.
I need at least half a year to recover completely.
Nian Junting crossed his arms and twisted his thin lips.
Luosang couldn’t remain calm.
Mr. Nian, do you not want to part with me?
she asked.
Pah!
Nian Xi, who had been watching this, almost spewed out the sweet dumpling in her mouth.
Murong Cheng was also smilingly looking at Luosang and her son.
Hate to part with you?
Nian Junting sneered and said,
Don’t flatter yourself. I just don’t like improper carers like you.
Luosang sighed and responded with,
Improper, maybe, but Mr. Nian, you really don’t need my help anymore. And didn’t we talk about this before?
She looked at him directly in the eyes, quietly and seriously.
He suddenly recalled that she once mentioned that her feelings to him were already too strong, so she couldn’t even stand to stay in the same city with him. (Author: What? She didn’t say that, you imagined that!)
Alright, alright, leave if you want.
He started to believe that leaving sooner might be the best thing for her to do.
However, why did he feel so annoyed when realizing that she wouldn’t be looking after him anymore?
He might have gotten used to her help already. After all, people would even grow feelings towards their pets.
