A Real Maid

When she got back to the Ji family, Ji En hadn't returned yet, and Ji Aier let out a sigh of relief.

"You're back!" After returning to the Ji family after seven years, the butler was obviously much more polite to Ji Aier. He was a very loyal and principled person, so he was deeply trusted by the Ji family. But in the eyes of the servants, he was too strict.

"Yes!" Ji Aier quickly bowed and replied. "I'll go prepare dinner!" Ji Aier pointed to the kitchen and said. Although the butler was polite to her, due to the influence she had received since childhood, she still felt scared when she saw the butler.

"Chef, is there anything I can help you with?" Ji Aier asked the French chef.

He turned around and looked at her in confusion, not understanding what she meant because he couldn't understand Chinese. He could only speak French.

Ji Aier pointed at herself, then at him, and then at the kitchen utensils, meaning to ask if she could help him with anything.

The chef smiled and shook his head, and said a Chinese sentence: "Thank you!" He could only say two Chinese sentences, and the other one was "Sorry."

He understood what Ji Aier meant. He found this girl who appeared around Ji En very interesting.

"Oh!" Ji Aier walked out of the kitchen disappointed, feeling a bit bored.

Ji Aier sat on the rattan chair. At this time, her phone vibrated. There was a new message. She picked it up and checked. It was a MMS sent by her precious daughter using a classmate's phone. It was a picture expressing longing. Ji Aier understood what her daughter meant. She was saying that she missed her mother and wanted to go home.

Ji Aier replied to Qianhe with a message: Qianhe and Minze, Mommy will be waiting for you at the school gate on time after school tomorrow afternoon! You must listen to the teacher at school! Mommy loves you the most!

Ji Aier heard the sound of a car outside and quickly put away her phone because Ji En was back.

"You're back!" Ji Aier looked at Ji En who walked in and was at a loss for words. Finally, she managed to force out such a sentence that sounded like a virtuous wife waiting for her husband's return. Ji Aier felt a little gloomy.

Ji En nodded and went upstairs.

"Draw me a bath!" Ji En turned back and said.

"Okay!" Ji Aier replied. She hadn't planned to follow him upstairs originally, but now she had to go upstairs.

Ji Aier cleaned the bathtub and turned on the faucet, adjusting the water temperature a bit higher so that Ji En wouldn't feel it was too cold when he took a bath later.

When the water was almost full, Ji Aier turned off the faucet and dropped a few drops of essential oil that could relax the body and mind into the bathtub.

"It's ready for you to take a bath," Ji Aier walked out of the bathroom and said to Ji En who was watching TV. He no longer watched cartoons.

"You're going to scrub my back!" Ji En said, stood up, and walked into the bathroom.

"What!" Ji Aier thought she had misheard. He really regarded her as his real maid.

"Why are you still standing there like a statue!" Ji En's angry shout came from the bathroom.

Ji Aier thought he was like an angry lion, and she, a defenseless antelope, was going to be in trouble again.

She walked into the bathroom and started looking for a towel.

"Come here!" Ji En said.

Ji Aier was always annoyed when he used single words. So she looked up and glared at Ji En. Looking at him sitting in the bathtub covered in foam, there wasn't anything too embarrassing.

Ji Aier walked over and started scrubbing his back. She thought of the scene of bathing her son. In fact, she could totally treat Ji En as a big child, and then it wouldn't be so bad. Thinking of this, Ji Aier relaxed a bit.

Ji En was much darker than before. His skin was no longer fair but a healthy wheat color. It seemed that the sunlight in the northern hemisphere was stronger, Ji Aier thought.

"Do you want to peel my skin off?"

"No!" Ji Aier came back to her senses and said, and her strength became much gentler.

"What's wrong?" Ji Aier asked when Ji En suddenly grabbed her hand.

"If you don't want me to eat you up right here, don't be absent-minded!" Ji En's voice sounded a bit strange.

"I didn't!" Ji Aier retorted. She really didn't want Ji En to actually take action here. Remembering the scene she had witnessed at noon today, she suddenly felt nauseous. She had no idea how many women Ji En had been with before.