Chapter 210
She knew it, the wicked capitalist, the privileged second-generation heir, he wasn’t going to let her off easily. Sure enough, now her blood was about to be squeezed dry by him. Salary cut in half? Bonus cut in half?
!!!
Bastard, with all those reductions, what was she going to use to support her child?!!!
"Why are you glaring at me? If you don’t like it, you can get lost. No one is begging you to stay."
Ye Ning: "..."
She took a long deep breath before finally forcing a smile back on her face and hurriedly waved her hands at him, "Not at all, not at all, I should thank Third Young Master Ou for giving me another chance. Well then, I will take Xiaobao and leave now, and I’ll be on time for work tomorrow."
Ou Mucen glanced at her with a face full of disdainful ridicule.
Try to play him?
As if she didn’t weigh her own worth.
Ye Ning, pretending not to see, went over and saw Xiaobao piecing together a model. She thus asked him where his changed clothes were.
Ye Xiaobao pointed at the bathroom: "They’re in there. Uncle helped me change and then threw them inside."
This guy actually helped the kid change clothes? noveldrama
Ye Ning turned back in surprise, only to see that bastard, having successfully exploited her, had gone about his business as if nothing had happened, his entire expression as if he couldn’t hear the conversation on this side at all.
This was indeed a most baffling thing.
Ye Ning got up from the floor and headed for the bathroom.
Third Young Master Ou of the Ou Family had been waited on hand and foot since he was young, she knew that. To be frank, for such a young master to be able to take care of himself was already quite an accomplishment. And he could even help a child change clothes?
Ye Ning found it hard to believe, but when she got to the bathroom and saw the two pieces of clothing thrown carelessly into the sink, almost like rags, she sort of understood.
These clothes were definitely not changed by him but by Xiaobao himself. Only Xiaobao would undress in such a style.
As she fished the clothes out of the sink, she originally intended to put them in a bag to take home and wash, but as she lifted them out and smelled the sweaty odor from the water, she frowned slightly.
"Heh, Third Young Master, do you have soap at your place?"
Soap?
What the devil is "soap"?
Ou Mucen looked up from the pile of data on his computer: "What are you trying to do?"
Ye Ning hurriedly explained with her wet hands, "Xiaobao’s clothes have been soaking in there and they stink. I thought I’d wash them before taking them back. You don’t mind, do you?"
Washing clothes?
That’s nothing.
He understood her and so he pointed towards the cabinet where the cleaning lady kept her cleaning tools: "See if there’s any there. I don’t keep such things."
Such things...
The young master really is a young master; he doesn’t even know what soap is!
Ye Ning went to the cabinet, opened the door, and began to search. Fortunately, she found a bottle of laundry detergent that the cleaning lady probably used for cleaning rags.
She brought it over and put the two tiny pieces of clothing in the sink, readying to wash them.
But just as she was about to start, she caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye of a piece of clothing on a chair in front of the bathtub. The clothing, an off-white color, had workmanship and texture that were both first-rate.
It seemed that these clothes were also taken off by him.
Should she take the opportunity to wash them as well?
Her thoughts drifted to the last time she washed his wet clothes for him at the hotel. Her gaze shifted and she finally went over, picked up the shirt, and then placed it in the sink with the other clothes.