Is that all?

Hell difficulty?

What a joke, system.

“Didn’t Jin Boss teach you that I don’t like noise?” He Xi put down her book, her indifferent eyes fixed on Liang Li.

—Who do you think you are?

Liang Li was unconvinced inwardly, but outwardly she was docile, carefully playing her role. She really didn’t know what kind of woman would fall for another woman, but she guessed that powerful people liked obedient little birds.  But being too obedient would make them boring—Liang Li’s thoughts raced, instantly adjusting her demeanor.

The woman blinked, her gaze innocent.

“I just started today,” she said, with an unhidden purity that was rarely seen in such a place. The woman gave a shy smile, seemingly embarrassed and restrained, the cheongsam seeming to constrict her proud breasts. She unconsciously adjusted it, then blushed at her own action, continuing to explain, “Xiao Feng has something to do at home today, and I’m filling in for her.”

Xiao Feng was the girl who had consistently served He Xi before. Liang Li had seen her profile on the system. She was a very cute girl, with a sunny smile, tenacious, pure, and beautiful. Liang Li guessed that she was able to stay by He Xi’s side for so long because her qualities were different from the others in the club.

That’s why she was pretending to be innocent.

Sure enough, seeing her say this, He Xi’s gaze softened.

“Whatever,” she sighed.

She didn’t actually need someone to serve her all the time; sometimes, having no one around was more peaceful.  It was just that Jin Boss always tried to send people to her. He Xi thought of this, looked at Liang Li, and her eyes darkened.

“You have a face that can be forgiven,” she commented again.

Liang Li was a little embarrassed by the compliment, her eyes showing excitement, but in her heart, she thought, it seems even the boss isn’t immune to the ordinary.

“What should I do?” Liang Li asked obediently. In fact, she knew what she should do. Before she was led in, the woman had informed her of the relevant matters. It was simply pouring tea, attending to He Xi’s needs, reading to her if she was tired. Once Miss He fell asleep, her work for the day would be over. Because Miss He’s biggest problem was insomnia.

When she first heard about these tasks, Liang Li momentarily doubted her own brain.

Excuse me, it’s her who isn’t pure.

She thought that a job with a thousand yuan hourly rate would be somewhat illegal, but now it seems quite easy. She just didn’t know if everyone in the club was this relaxed, or if it was only like this in front of He Xi. If it was the latter, then Liang Li could guess why He Ruoyan had been so eager to get a chance to be in front of He Xi. If this was the easiest place, then this was paradise.

“What are you thinking about?” He Xi asked casually, but her tone wasn’t very polite, “You’re the first person to stand in front of me and space out.”

Liang Li blinked, “I’m thinking about how I don’t know how to pour tea, and I’m worried about annoying Miss He.”

He Xi was amused by her cautious attitude, raising an eyebrow, finally turning a page in her book.

“Stupid,” she commented succinctly.

Liang Li had a docile smile on her face, but in her heart, she was already raising a forty-meter-long sword to chop down the girl in front of her. In terms of age, He Xi was younger than her before her transmigration, even younger than the original owner. The original owner got married at the age of twenty after graduating, four years later, she would be twenty-four.

Little brat, a girl barely taller than a radish, how dare you talk to your elder sister like that?

Even though ten thousand grass-mud horses were galloping through her mind, Liang Li maintained the composure of a good actress.

Don’t get angry, don’t get angry, getting angry will leave a record for the devil.

“Then… Miss He, teach me,” the woman said this while obediently kneeling by the tea tray, sitting in a duck-like pose, looking up at He Xi.

He Xi looked at her appearance, her eyes as deep as night. Just as Liang Li thought she would be moved, she lightly curled her lips, showing no trace of arrogance, and said, “Before you come to please me, you should learn these things first.”

—Grass-mud horse!

Liang Li was like an angry angel from hell, with thousands of waves of fire swirling behind her.

“It’s my fault,” Liang Li lowered her head pitifully, concealing the ruthlessness in her eyes.

“Go get the candle,” He Xi raised her chin, pointing to a small cabinet next to the pool.

Liang Li agreed and got up to go. But in her heart, she thought, what kind of candle do you light while reading? Are you waiting to burn down the Afang Palace?

When she was holding the burning candle, watching the flickering flame and feeling the heat on her face, Liang Li suddenly smiled.

She turned around, carefully holding the candlestick, and then her foot slipped, falling into the pool without a trace.

When He Xi looked up, she saw the water engulfing the candle, extinguishing the flame, but the flame in her heart was ignited. Because the woman’s cheongsam was soaked, it clung to her body, revealing her proud figure. Her long hair, which had been tied up, was loose, falling on her shoulders and wet from the water. Because she had choked on some water, she looked a little disheveled, but this dishevelment made her more lively.

A lotus emerging from clear water, the moon rising from the sea.

The woman, like a puppy, had innocent, watery eyes, looking at He Xi, quite helpless, “Miss He—” Her voice was very nice, but it wasn’t suitable for telling bedtime stories. Because after hearing her voice, one would inevitably be restless and unable to sleep.

He Xi looked at her, her lips curving up in amusement.

She didn’t go to help her, but just sat in her place, calmly asking, “How old are you?”

Liang Li made up an age: “Eighteen.”  Plus a few dozen months.

He Xi gave a sarcastic “Oh,” walked over, stood by the pool, squatted down, and touched Liang Li’s wet head like she was petting a puppy.