Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Due to Maid Yu’s presence, Shui Anluo felt that her home has a kind of fragrance again. It was the fragrance of a mother.

Maid Yu was a meticulous person as well and cleaned the house very thoroughly. She had even sorted everything out properly for her. All Shui Anluo needs to do was watch the little darling.

If there was one person in the Chu family whom Shui Anluo was most grateful for, it was probably Maid Yu. She loves the little darling wholeheartedly and always treated her with sincerity.

After Maid Yu had cleaned up the kitchen and steamed some rice, she returned to the living room and sat on the floor. “Young Madam, even though the Young Master does deserve a beating for his actions this time, I still want to mention that from the time of his childhood, there was nothing the Young Master could not do. Perhaps it was due to this matter, everyone had considered him to be like a god. Being in that situation for so long, he now thinks that he’s a god as well.” Maid Yu sighed. “So, Young Madam, fairies need time to descend into the mortal world. Don’t grant the Young Master the death penalty just yet. Yes, we’ll need to fix this but we can’t lose faith.” Maid Yu advised earnestly.

Shui Anluo felt amused by Maid Yu’s ‘fairies descending into the mortal world’ analogy. Was Chu Ningyi a fairy? Now that he has descended into the mortal world to be by her side, does she have to give him time?

Shui Anluo looked down at her son and fiddled with his little hand. She spoke up after a short while, “Maid Yu, let’s not talk about him now, I’ll go buy some dishes with the little darling.”

Shui Anluo carried the little darling and got to her feet. Her internship today has been messed up again, the old director must really want to fire her now.

Meanwhile, Qiao Yaruan, who had slept until noon, still has not woken up and did not seem to remember that she had not locked the door.

Feng Feng was standing next to her bed as he stared at her cheap nightclothes. The blankets were twisted around her legs and there was a naive and innocent look on Qiao Yaruan’s face. She was hugging the blanket yet had half her buttocks were exposed.

Was this woman being a little too unconstrained in her sleep?

Those pajamas too. Feng Feng looked down and pinched the thin layer which had risen up to her waist. This probably costs ten dollars at a street stall.

However, this woman’s body with her long legs, slender waist, fair skin, and a pair of small steamed buns was currently pitifully squashed beneath the blanket. Strangely, he felt jealous of that blanket.

However…

Feng Feng turned around and stared at the unlocked door. He then looked back at Qiao Yaruan who was sleeping like a pig. Just how bold was this woman? Does she not lock the door when sleeping at night?

Feng Feng’s fury rose very suddenly. He now had the urge to shake the woman awake and question her over why she had not locked the door.

After being stared at for such a long time, Qiao Yaruan finally woke up sheepishly beneath the person’s dangerous glare. However, the first thing she saw after waking up was not the sun rising high above the sky but a large shadow.

‘Shadow?’

Qiao Yaruan abruptly returned to her senses and sat up with a thud. Indeed, a familiar figure entered her sights.

“Argh…”

Qiao Yaruan screamed out loud as she forcefully pulled the blanket to cover herself. “You, how did you…” It was a rare sight for Qiao Yaruan to stammer in front of him. After all, this old maiden was still a little dull after just waking up.

“Pig head, you sure can sleep.” Feng Feng spoke despicably then turned around to sit down next to the table. He glanced at the instant noodles in the trash and frowned. This really was the life of a pig.

Qiao Yaruan was only confused during the moment when she just woke up. She soon calmed herself down and looked up at the man who was seated over there and playing with her cup. “Silver Screen King Feng, this is a female dormitory!” She reminded him.

Feng Feng raised his brow. “Naturally, I’m just informing you that you’ll have to move to the Misty Gardens from tomorrow onward.”

The Misty Gardens was the location of the teaching staff’s dormitories.