A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

"Actually, there's nothing much going on. It's just that he has a brain-dead younger sister who's head over heels in love with him, but he acts all high and mighty, only interested in that dead person in his heart," Wei Suying said. "As for Bai Xue, I don't think she's anything special either..."

Meng Zhixue blinked.

She then learned that the white moonlight in Zhou Yu's heart was named Bai Xue.

In his past life, Zhou Yu and those around him kept Bai Xue a secret, referring to her only as "that person." It turned out that she not only looked like Bai Xue, but also shared a character in her name.

Was that why Zhou Yu didn't refuse Madam Zhou's suggestion?

I don't want to think about it anymore!

Meng Zhixue shook her head indifferently.

Anyway, after these three months of work, she and Zhou Yu will have no further contact.

"Others think you and Bai Xue look alike, but I don't think you do," Wei Suying suddenly said.

Meng Zhixue was surprised.

Looking into her eyes, Wei Suying said earnestly, "You're an adult, you have your own thoughts, and I won't interfere with your work or relationships. I just want to tell you that you are unique, and you should love yourself."

For some reason, Meng Zhixue's nose tingled, and she awkwardly turned her face away to wipe her eyes: "Thank you, Sister Ying, I understand."

"Silly girl." Wei Suying chuckled softly, then suddenly said, "It's almost 6 o'clock, you should go to the Zhou family's house after get off work."

"Ah!" Meng Zhixue's bitterness vanished instantly, and she let out a wail.

How is it already 6 o'clock?!

I want to beat up the me who signed the contract with Zhou Yu again!

I really want to break the contract, but I feel like I'm letting down the gentle, non-violent version of Mrs. Zhou, who radiates maternal love...

"Go quickly!" Hearing Meng Zhixue's screams, Wei Suying thought of a certain meme and burst into laughter, "Hahaha!"

"Ha!" The little heart nestled against Meng Zhixue's chest, perhaps dreaming of something, also made a childish sound and smacked its lips.

"...Okay." Meng Zhixue replied dejectedly.

The next second, she untied the baby carrier and handed the sleeping little Xinxin to Wei Suying. Immediately afterwards, a loud baby cry echoed throughout the room.

"Waaaaah..."

The smile on Wei Suying's face slowly disappeared.

Meng Zhixue couldn't help but laugh.

……

As soon as Meng Zhixue left Wei Suying's house, she received a message from Zhou Yu.

[Villa No. 15.]

Wei Suying's home is in Villa No. 12, Jiangshan Dijin, and the two places should not be far apart.

Meng Zhixue put away her phone, judged the direction by looking left and right, and ran towards Villa No. 15.

But after running only two steps, she suddenly stopped, clenched her fists and pounded her head hard, her fair and pretty face full of frustration.

In her haste to leave, she completely forgot to bring her backpack.

Or rather, she simply forgot that she didn't need to live at Wei Suying's house, but rather at Zhou's house, where she was Zhou Yu's night shift nanny!

How could I so naturally feel that I should live at Sister Ying's house and only need to work the night shift at Zhou Yu's place?

"Sigh." With a sigh, Meng Zhixue resignedly turned around to get her luggage when her phone suddenly vibrated again, receiving several messages in succession.

Come directly; no need to bring luggage.

Everything is available.

[Complete.]

Ok?

Meng Zhixue looked around, then suddenly her gaze froze.

In the distance, she saw a familiar, tall figure standing on the balcony of a villa on the second floor, leaning on the railing and gazing into the distance, seemingly smoking, his lazy posture relaxed and casual.

She thought she had found Villa No. 15.

but……

She bit her lip and replied to Zhou Yu with a doubtful message: "Are you sure I don't need to bring any luggage?"

[Zhou Shao: No need.]

Meng Zhixue looked uncertain, her fingers flying across the keyboard: "Young Master Zhou, you know, right? Normal people need to change their underwear after showering... Really, I don't need to bring any luggage?"

This time, she didn't receive a reply for a long time.

Looking up, Zhou Yu's figure on the balcony had disappeared sometime during the day.

After a few more seconds, Meng Zhixue's phone vibrated.

The message dialog box contained only a single, concise word.

[Young Master Zhou: Ha!]

Meng Zhixue: "..."

understood.

She's going back to Villa No. 12 to get her luggage.

……

Fifteen minutes later, Meng Zhixue rang the doorbell of Villa No. 15.

She walked into the villa with a heavy heart, thinking she would meet Mrs. Zhou and Mr. Zhou, but to her surprise, there were only her and Zhou Yu in the huge villa.

Noticing her confusion, Zhou Yu explained, "They've moved to another place to create opportunities for us."

"Why wasn't it you who left?" Meng Zhixue subconsciously retorted to her unfilial son.

Zhou Yu looked at her coldly: "..."

"Hehe!" Meng Zhixue shut up immediately, giving an awkward, dry laugh.

"I'm hungry," Zhou Yu said.

"OK, I'll go cook right away!" Meng Zhixue instantly switched into night shift nanny mode.

While cooking, I always worry about the other little boss, Xinxin. I wonder if that little one is crying her eyes out again, and what if she cries until her voice is hoarse. So I inevitably end up being a bit perfunctory with my cooking.

I'd like some tomato and egg soup.

Eating too much meat at night isn't good, so I'll have a vegetable salad instead.

Well, we can't go without meat, so let's make a fried chicken cutlet with scallions.

Add a few boiled shrimp as a platter, and it doesn't look so perfunctory.

...The dinner served at the end was a balanced meal of meat and vegetables, but it wasn't tiring to prepare.

Zhou Yu's expression showed some surprise: "You can really cook?"

"Of course!" Meng Zhixue said with a hint of pride, not hiding her background at all. "I'm famous in our village for my cooking skills, known as the number one chef in Luofeng Village! When I was in my senior year of high school, my parents refused to pay my tuition, so I spent my summer vacation cooking for people and managed to scrape together the money for my tuition. Aren't I amazing?"

Zhou Yu glanced at her and chuckled softly, "Impressive."

Meng Zhixue also smiled.

After laughing, she seemed to remember something, so she bent down a little closer to Zhou Yu and asked politely and cautiously, "Young Master Zhou, may I sit down and eat with you? Would that be appropriate? Or would it be better if I ate standing up in the kitchen, as it would show more respect?"

"..." Zhou Yu took a deep breath, trying to suppress his emotions. "Sit down and eat!"

"Oh!" Meng Zhixue sat down happily and began to eat.

After finishing her meal, she returned the tray to the kitchen.

She doesn't need to wash the dishes; a nanny will come to clean them tomorrow.

The nanny isn't here now, but the sign still reads: Mrs. Zhou is really going all out to create opportunities for her and Zhou Yu to be alone together.

Her main job was still to serve Zhou Yu.

Just as she expected, Zhou Yu didn't need her service. After finishing his meal, he went to the study on the second floor, looking engrossed in his work and not planning to come downstairs again.

Meng Zhixue could not obtain what she desired.

She took advantage of Zhou Yu's belief that he was devoted to his "white moonlight" and had no worldly desires for other women, which is why she accepted this job hoping to fleece the capitalists.

In her past life, Zhou Yu was willing to touch her because he was drunk and had sex with her. In this life, all she has to do is keep an eye on Zhou Yu and prevent him from drinking, or stay away from him when he is drunk.

Furthermore, she only signed a three-month contract. Based on her past life experience, Zhou Yu would absolutely not touch her during those three months.

Definitely no problem!

Symbolically, she sat on the living room sofa for a while until it got dark and the streetlights in and out of the courtyard lit up one by one, then she immediately went back to her room.

After taking another fragrant hot bath and changing into a set of long-sleeved pajamas that were washed until they were faded but clean and comfortable, Meng Zhixue sat cross-legged on the bed.

She took out the two contracts she had acquired that day from her small handbag, her face beaming with joy.

Oh my, she's so great!

He lives off his sister during the day and fleeces capitalists at night!

We can do both without any problems!

Two contracts, one with a monthly salary of 10,000 and the other with a monthly salary of 20,000, totaling 30,000. Next month, she can buy a room in Beijing... well, less than half a square meter in size?

What's the purpose of half a square meter?

Meng Zhixue was dumbfounded. Rent it to college students?

As her initial excitement subsided, she suddenly realized that she needed to work even harder to own a house of her own!

make a fist!