Hidden talents and rising stars in the nanny industry

Chapter 92 The Madam is coming down! Run!

As Fu's mother passed by Ye Jiajia's room, she happened to see someone inside through the crack in the door. Without hesitation, she pushed the door open and went in.

Fu Xiaochen was in a wheelchair and it was inconvenient for him to stop, so they couldn't stop him immediately.

Undoubtedly, Ye Jiajia also couldn't avoid being scolded.

He was sleeping peacefully in bed when he was suddenly interrupted by his mother, who barged in and launched into a tirade.

Ye Jiajia was completely bewildered after being humiliated, and when she came to her senses, she was so angry that she cried.

It's an undeniable fact that she was Fu Xiaochen's mistress, and she didn't know how to refute it.

When Fu's mother saw Ye Jiajia's arrogant eyes, she felt a strong sense of disgust, as if she were her enemy.

No matter how much Fu Xiaochen tried to stop him, he remained unmoved.

Zhang Xinru could hear Fu's mother's sharp and sarcastic tone even downstairs.

It was more direct and more excessive than what she had said.

The implication was that Ye Jiajia was unworthy of his son, and that she would do anything for money...

They also said that Fu Xiaochen was blind, refusing a suitable daughter-in-law like Xu Jiaojiao and insisting on finding a disabled person instead...

Is Fu Xiaochen's mom going through menopause? She's biting anyone she can get her hands on.

Your son is a normal person just because he has a leg injury, but other people are disabled just because they have a leg injury. You're a hypocrite.

Aunt Wang patted Zhang Xinru on the shoulder, comforting her.

"Don't be sad. There are other people who are being scolded just like you. You're not the only one being scolded. Doesn't it make you feel a lot better if you think about it that way?"

"..."

Zhang Xinru rolled her eyes at Wang Ma, wondering if she knew how to comfort people.

In her opinion, it would be fair if everyone got scolded; what's the point of only scolding the two of them?

Could it be that she's jealous of their youth? Are older women really that jealous?

"Wang Ma, it's understandable that Madam scolds Miss Jiajia, but I'm just a cleaner, why do you have to scold me too?"

She's not Fu Xiaochen's girlfriend, so she shouldn't be the one getting scolded!

Could it be that they're using her as a practice subject?

"What do you think? Why did your wife arrange for you to come here in the first place?"

Looking at Zhang Ma's face, Wang Ma seemed somewhat dazed.

She remembered that when she first met Zhang Ma, she was shocked by Zhang Ma's extremely thin and unrecognizable face.

She used to look like a mountain monkey, with sunken eyeballs. She looks much better now.

Zhang Xinru recalled what the butler had said when she first transmigrated.

"The madam doesn't like glamorous women getting close to the young master, and the young master doesn't like older women serving him closely?"

His mother dislikes glamorous women, which means she dislikes any beautiful women getting close to her son.

In other words, apart from families of similar social standing, no young and beautiful girl was allowed to get close to his son.

It just so happens that the original owner used to be dark-skinned and thin, so his mother felt at ease sending her over.

It has to be said that Zhang Xinru guessed what Fu's mother was thinking.

So you're criticizing me because I've become more attractive?

Wang Ma was momentarily speechless. Did he really have to be so narcissistic?

“That’s right. Before you came, the young master was served by young and beautiful women. The madam certainly couldn’t agree to that, so she would come over and make a scene every few days.”

"It's fine for a day or two, but no one can stand it for long, so we came up with a compromise: my wife arranged for someone to come over."

Zhang Xinru pointed to herself, "That's why I came."

Aunt Wang nodded. "Yes, don't you know how you got here?"

Zhang Xinru smiled awkwardly, "You forgot that I fell from the third floor and lost my memory, so there are some things I don't remember very clearly."

Wang Ma suddenly realized: "Oh, right, right, I almost forgot."

"Wang Ma, why do you think the young master doesn't like older people serving him?"

"Is it because they're afraid of being taken advantage of by those older women?"

Zhang Xinru couldn't think of a more suitable reason.

Wang Ma gave a deathly smile. "Are you being polite?"

Zhang Xinru chuckled, "Just kidding..."

"Oh no, the madam is coming down! Run!"

As soon as Wang Ma saw the lady's figure, she hurriedly ran to the bedroom.

He opened the door, ran inside, and closed the door—all in one fluid motion.

Zhang Xinru was left bewildered in the wind and hurriedly knocked on the door.

"Wang Ma, open the door quickly! I haven't gone in yet! You left me outside."

After Wang Ma came in, she realized something was missing; she had locked Zhang Ma out of the room.

Just as she was about to open the door, the lady called out to Zhang Ma.

Wang Ma, inside, dared not make any rash moves and quickly pressed her ear to the door to eavesdrop.

Outside.

Zhang Xinru screamed like a groundhog in her heart, cursing Wang Ma and her ancestors for eighteen generations.

He turned around with a nonchalant expression, revealing a fake smile.

"Mrs."

Madam Fu directly ordered, "Go on, it seems we don't need you here anymore. Go back to the old house and continue serving me!"

Zhang Xinru was a hundred times against it; she wouldn't even consider it, she wasn't going anywhere.

She's going to stay here for the rest of her life; no one can take her away from Fu Xiaochen.

"Madam, I can no longer serve you."

Fu's mother let out a sharp voice, "What did you say?"

Zhang Xinru presented her tightly wrapped hands to the other person.

With tears streaming down his face, he said, "Madam, I also want to serve you, but my hands..."

What's wrong with your hands?

"Gone."

Mrs. Fu asked in surprise, "You mean it's gone?"

Zhang Xinru pretended to cover her face with her hands, but actually secretly pressed on the swollen half of her face.

She cried out in pain.

"Without hands, I can no longer serve my wife, waaaaah..."

After saying that, she grabbed the other person's clothes and wiped away their tears.

At first, Fu's mother didn't react, but when she did, she screamed in anger.

"Ah! My clothes, get your dirty hands off me."

Zhang Xinru remained unmoved and continued to play the victim.

"Although I've lost my hands, I still have my feet. I can still massage my wife's back or rub the wine in her hands..."

Fu's mother was disgusted by Zhang Xinru, so she snatched the clothes from Zhang's hands and fled in panic.

What use is she if she's a useless person who can't even take care of herself?

"No need, you don't need to come back anymore. Whether you stay or leave depends on the young master's wishes!"

After everyone left, Zhang Xinru stopped crying and touched her sore cheek.

"Tsk, so germaphobic? I haven't even used my best cleaning skills yet!"

Aunt Wang cautiously came out. "Gone? What are your special skills?"

Zhang Xinru hadn't forgotten how Wang Ma had locked her out of the door.

"Wipe your nose."

As he spoke, he began to wipe it on Wang Ma's body.