Sheng Hanyu realized something was off, and as he came out of the study into the kitchen, the moment their gazes met, the woman immediately screamed, "Ah—why is there someone here?"
His face was cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Who are you, and how do you have the keys to the room?"
The woman, who was in her forties and dressed in a housekeeping company's uniform, didn't really need him to ask to know there had been a misunderstanding.
What a false alarm.
Indeed, the woman stumbled over her words, "I, I'm Aunt Wang from the cleaning company, I've been cleaning for you for several years now, but this is the first time I've seen you in person."
"Hmm, carry on with your work."
It was a false alarm, but it didn't matter; he had waited five years, a few more days wouldn't make a difference.
Aunt Wang was quick and efficient, soon tidying up the messy apartment, but she talked too much, not giving Sheng Hanyu any peace and quiet.
"Do you have other houses outside?"
"Hmm."