"Your eldest young master is very mean to me, that Fan Lili is also very mean to me, and Aunt Lan doesn't like me either. Except for you, Zhenzhen, Zhao Liang... I still feel a little warm, but no matter what, I still want to

Go home, even though my family is now in poverty."

Du Ziteng saw her eyes full of tears and her true feelings revealed, so he could only sigh, "Okay, let's not talk about this problem anymore, but you have to believe that the eldest young master is not as bad as you think."

Not as bad as imagined?

An Yurou doesn't agree that whether a person is good or not, she thinks it depends on her own feelings, others' good or bad opinions are all one-sided.

In the evening, Mu Qingyu came back on time, his handsome face still as before, cold, indifferent and unsmiling.

An Yurou heard his footsteps and did not poke her head out from the corner of the room. She was sitting on the bench in the corridor, holding the violin in her hand. Xiao Hei squatted beside her, locking the iron chain around his neck.

Circled around the pillar, it raised its face and looked at her with bright brown eyes.

An Yurou rubbed the hair on its neck affectionately, then stood up and picked up the violin with a smile...

This is a delicate white violin. The combination of black and white perfectly blends with the light yellow dress worn by An Yurou.

She placed the piano on her collarbone, tilted her head slightly, pressed the strings with her left hand, and held the bow with her right hand. Her clear eyes flashed, she took a breath, and slowly pulled up the bow...

A melodious song "Talking Softly" played slowly. The beautiful notes floated in the air like flowing water. The music was sweet and ethereal. Gradually, the late-night birds on the trees rested on the branches and stopped chirping.

The wind seemed to have stopped, and the quiet courtyard filled with sunset suddenly gained a touch of agility and graceful beauty.

The beautiful sound of the piano passed through the window and floated into Mu Qingyu's ears. He sat at the dining table, his hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, and his eyes slowly moved towards the window.

Du Ziteng held the knife and fork and was about to put a piece of beef into his mouth. When he saw Mu Qingyu on the opposite side turning his head, he blinked, put down the knife and fork and said, "If it doesn't sound good, I'll ask her to stop."

"..." Mu Qingyu closed his eyes slightly, without any emotion on his face, and took a sip of red wine from the wine glass.

"She recovered quickly. She still had a low fever at noon. I gave her a pill and she became energetic again. As soon as the sun went down, she went with her little Hei to play the piano for him." Du Ziteng

He talks a lot.

Mu Qingyu was eating vegetables with chopsticks, without any fluctuation on his handsome face.

"How about I ask her to change a song?"

"Nosy, let's eat your food!" He finally spoke, and Du Ziteng burst out laughing.

Such a beautiful song, even the devil would be gentle.

Mrs. Lan cooked a few home-cooked dishes and brought them to the small restaurant. Listening to the constant music of the piano outside, she frowned and hummed softly: "What's so good? It's so noisy."

"It sounds good, I like it." Zhenzhen helped An Yurou serve the rice and grinned at Mrs. Lan.

"Go away! Just flatter her and wait until Miss Lili comes back to see how she deals with you!" Mrs. Lan glared at her displeased.

Zhenzhen stuck out her tongue at her, then ran out to call An Yurou.

After An Yurou finished playing a song, she packed up her violin and followed Zhenzhen into the villa.

Today's food was very bland, and Mrs. Lan didn't like it very much, but because Du Ziteng had ordered it, she had no choice but to do it.

The three of them were sitting at the table. Seeing that An Yurou liked winter melon soup and vegetables, Mrs. Lan understood that Du Ziteng was doing it all for her.

It seems that Manager Du was bribed by her, what a vixen!

After staying here for so many days, Aunt Lan always had a straight face and an arrogant air towards her. An Yurou was used to it. She didn't look at her when she was eating. After eating, she put down her bowl and left silently.

I don't know if Mrs. Lan is too tired today, or because she is very angry in summer and people easily lose their temper. When she saw An Yurou put down the bowl and left tonight, she said with a sullen face: "I cook and wash for the two of us every day."

Wan, I'm not your servant. It's my turn to take a rest."

An Yurou stopped and looked back at the table.

"Sister-in-law Lan, you are in charge of the kitchen. We have a clear division of labor. I clean and wash clothes. It's not easier for me than you." Zhenzhen said.

"I eat three meals a day, but I'm more tired than you anyway."

"But your salary is high!"

"You? Never mind, I won't wash the dishes today!" Mrs. Lan put down her chopsticks and glanced at An Yurou.

"I'll wash it." An Yurou smiled slightly and calmly put away the dishes.

Mu Qingyu and Du Ziteng had finished dinner. They were sitting on the sofa in the living room and reading a document. An Yurou came out of the small restaurant holding a plate and bowl. Du Ziteng gave her a strange look.

After a while, Mrs. Lan came out with her teeth picked, her face was shiny. When she saw Du Ziteng sitting next to the eldest young master, looking at her with big eyes, she felt guilty and turned towards the kitchen.

"Wash it quickly, wash it quickly. Haven't you done these things at home?" There was a pool of dishes and chopsticks. An Yurou poured some detergent. She was scolded by Mrs. Lan for being too careful.

"Sister-in-law Lan, since you asked me to wash the dishes, you can go out and rest." An Yurou washed the dishes in her own way.

"Little girl, can't I supervise you?" Mrs. Lan put one hand on her waist.

"Then lean over a little bit."

Mrs. Lan is fatter, and her round body blocks half of the pool. It is difficult for An Yurou to move, and she is also afraid of water splashing on her.

"Hey, are you ordering me around?" Mrs. Lan poked her forehead, "You are not a good person at first glance. No wonder Miss Lili beats and scolds you, you look like a vixen! Hey, look at you

If you can play the piano, your family won't be short of money, right? Why do you want to be the young master's lover?"

"No comment!" A hint of displeasure flashed across An Yurou's face, and she turned to look at her lightly.

Her contempt and disdain were caught by Mrs. Lan. She hated it most when others looked down on her and did not praise her.

You know, she has a high status at home. Her husband and children are afraid of her. In the hotel, the little chef also bows to her and respectfully calls her Mistress.

If Du Zi hadn't freed up a salary that was twice that of the hotel, she wouldn't know how to wash dishes and cook for this low-status girl.

An Yurou didn't want to argue too much with her, so she didn't say anything, turned away, and stood in a corner to wash the dishes slowly.

It was heartbreaking to be ignored. Like many middle-aged women suffering from menopause, Mrs. Lan picked up a stainless steel plate on the glass table and threw it into the sink.

"Wow!" The foaming water splashed and touched An Yurou's face.

Purely provocative!

An Yurou raised her head angrily, a hint of coldness flashed across her clear eyes, and the hand she placed in the pool slowly clenched her fist.

"What? Do you have any objections?" Mrs. Lan snorted, turned around, picked up the iron pot from the stove, threw it into the sink, and said angrily, "Wash, wash them all!"

A stream of water splashed upwards, and An Yurou's chest became wet again. She lowered her head and looked at the shiny iron pot in the pool.

[Author's digression]: Thank you for your love for this book. This book is also one of my favorites. I have been writing it with all my heart. Because the website only stipulates updating two chapters, I cannot express my gratitude by adding updates.
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