Chapter 45: No Picky Eating!
Laundry? She felt her way to the bathroom...
The bathroom was spotless, gleaming like a mirror—everything was in plain sight, and there wasn’t a single piece of clothing waiting to be washed.
Cook, then?
Judging by Zhan Su’s reaction, he didn’t seem remotely interested in fried rice or instant noodles.
Ahem, whether he was interested or not, she was being paid by the hour—a sky-high rate of five hundred an hour, even higher than a white-collar worker’s. She couldn’t just take the money for nothing.
So, Shi Qingqing darted into the kitchen once again.
Pots, pans, plates, scrubbers, forks, knives—everything was arranged in perfect order, all sparkling and new.
Everything was impressively complete.
But there were no signs of anything ever being used; some items were still in their original packaging.
YES!
Shi Qingqing, your legendary golden fried rice is about to make its grand reappearance in the annals of history!
But the moment she opened the refrigerator.
Inside were only an assortment of drinks—water, beer, and some fruit... not a single egg.
Not only were there no eggs, there wasn’t anything remotely suitable for cooking.
She couldn’t even find any rice.
Not a single packet of instant noodles, either.
Shi Qingqing gave up.
If she couldn’t feed the man, she’d feed the dog!
But then she looked at Blackie, who stood tall and imposing—almost as tall as she was...
She immediately convinced herself to put that idea off for ten days or half a month, until she’d built up some rapport with Blackie first.
What if Blackie didn’t like dog food and preferred human flesh? That would be tragic.
So, Shi Qingqing’s first day was spent darting about the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and balcony on the first floor.
She accomplished absolutely nothing.
Just like a little mouse exploring a new environment.
...
Upstairs in his room, Zhan Su watched everything clearly on the monitor below. His exquisitely handsome face betrayed no emotion; his dark eyes were cold and fathomless, like the pitch-black night sky after the last firework had faded, making him seem even more inscrutable.
...
Shi Qingqing managed to hold out until the hour was up.
“Young Master Zhan, dear campus heartthrob! The hour’s up—I’m off duty now!”
Zhan Su made no response.
Shi Qingqing didn’t dare open the door to ask, so she called out again, twice as loud as before.
Only then did Zhan Su emerge from his room at a leisurely pace.
“Be on time tomorrow. Come on your own. I don’t want to have to send someone to fetch you again.”
Be on time, your foot!
She had rights too, didn’t she?
But on the surface, she forced a smile. “Of course, I’ll come right after school, so you needn’t trouble yourself, Young Master Zhan. Ahem, by the way, about today’s pay?”
“Daily payouts are a hassle. I think it’s better to settle at the end of the month, lest certain people take their wages and never show up again.”
Shi Qingqing wanted to scream!
What happened to her hourly pay?
But one glance at Zhan Su’s overwhelming presence and the undeniable tone in his voice made her swallow her complaints.
Shi Qingqing smiled, and smiled again. “Heh, you’re overthinking, Young Master Zhan. End-of-month pay is fine—whatever you say. I’ll be on my way then. I’ll leave you to your business, sir...”
Zhan Su gazed down at her, expressionless.
Shi Qingqing clenched her teeth. If only her next phone system upgrade would reward her with a tool just for punching people—she’d save it up for Zhan Su...
“Hey, Blackie, I’m leaving now. See you tomorrow! Remember to eat your dinner on time, and don’t be picky!”
Blackie gave her another look as if she were an idiot.
Shi Qingqing left the penthouse of Golden Empire International—Young Master Zhan’s home—feeling accomplished.
After she left, Zhan Su stood silently, gazing out at the setting sun for a long, long time.
A strange woman had entered his home, darting about for an hour.
And yet, he hadn’t felt the slightest discomfort!
In the past, he wouldn’t have even considered allowing such a thing.