“Baby, do you like it when big brother does this?”
“Ah, stop it… be gentler…”
The woman’s response was accompanied by even more violent shaking of the camera.
Her eyes were alluring and hazy, completely lost in the moment.
Before the video could finish playing, a loud crash suddenly rang out—
Just as she was about to enter, Song Tinghuan stopped in time. Through her earphones came the worried voice of her aunt, Xu Nan.
“What happened? What happened?”
Song Tinghuan looked over and saw a young man pointing furiously at the woman standing before him after smashing his phone into pieces on the floor.
“My brother hasn’t even been in an accident for that long, and you’re already so impatient to climb into another man’s bed! You even sent the video to provoke him! Do you have no shame?”
The glamorous woman tossed her hair back.
“Your brother is already a cripple. Why should I still marry him?”
“I know your brother is hopelessly in love with me. If I didn’t do this, how could he ever let go? I’m doing him a favor.”
“If he has any sense, he’ll cancel the engagement himself and save me from having to come here every few days.”
Shen Heng was so furious that his chest heaved violently, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably.
Song Tinghuan summarized the situation for Xu Nan.
“It looks like my boss’s fiancée came to break off the engagement.”
Xu Nan sighed.
“Your boss is pretty pitiful. His legs abandoned him, and now his fiancée abandoned him too.”
At that moment, an exceptionally pleasant, deep voice sounded.
“The engagement is canceled.”
Shen Heng froze.
“Brother?”
Song Tinghuan blinked and saw a man slowly emerging from the villa elevator in an electric wheelchair.
His figure was thin, yet his back remained straight and unyielding. His handsome, refined features looked pale, and his thin lips were pressed tightly together. He resembled a bamboo branch covered in snow—cold, but unwilling to bend even if it broke.
He did not spare the woman a single glance.
He pressed a button on his wheelchair.
Moments later, a line of bodyguards dressed in black marched into the house, passing right by Song Tinghuan at the entrance.
Gripping the doorframe with both hands, Song Tinghuan bent over and peeked inside with one eye.
She saw her boss casually wave a hand.
“Throw her out.”
The bodyguards immediately seized the woman, not even giving her a chance to resist.
“Shen Yuqing! You can’t treat me like this!”
She struggled and screamed.
“Our families have been friends for generations! How are you going to explain this to my parents and yours?”
Shen Yuqing’s expression did not change.
“Get her out of here.”
The bodyguards showed no mercy.
They threw the woman outside the villa.
Then they tossed her handbag dozens of meters away as if they were throwing a shot put.
A dog that suddenly appeared promptly ran off with it.
The woman screamed in rage.
“Shen! Yu! Qing!”
Her voice was so loud that Song Tinghuan rubbed her ears.
Through the Bluetooth earphone, Xu Nan said,
“Goodness gracious. So it’s true that Shen Yuqing completely changed after becoming disabled. I thought those rumors were fake.”
Song Tinghuan asked,
“Auntie, do you know him well?”
“My ex-husband worked at his company. He said Shen Yuqing was a very good person. When my ex resigned voluntarily, Shen Yuqing even gave him N+1 compensation.”
The moment Xu Nan thought about the money her ex-husband had gotten for free, her tone changed.
“It makes me so angry.”
“Then I guess what they told me before I joined the company is true too? Twenty-thousand-yuan base salary, seven types of insurance, two housing funds, weekends off, and no makeup workdays during holidays?”
“It should be true. But Shen Yuqing’s temper…”
Before she could finish speaking, a glass cup smashed beside Song Tinghuan’s feet.
Shards scattered everywhere, nearly cutting her ankle.
“Who’s there?”
Shen Yuqing demanded coldly.
Song Tinghuan shuffled out in small steps and let out an awkward laugh.
No matter how bad his temper was, surely he wouldn’t hit someone who was smiling.
“Hello. I’m the new housekeeper who came to start work today.”
Shen Yuqing immediately turned his wheelchair one hundred and eighty degrees, giving her only his back.
He threw out three words.
“Not needed.”
Then added another ice-cold one.
“Leave.”
Song Tinghuan’s smile froze.
How rude.
Shen Heng hurried forward.
“You’re Song Tinghuan, right? I know you. I was the one who sent your offer. Don’t listen to my brother.”
This Young President Shen clearly knew how to treat people much better.
Song Tinghuan smiled again.
“Hello.”
Shen Heng sized her up.
Song Tinghuan was slender. Her hair was braided to one side, tied with a pure white gardenia hair tie. Combined with her youthful baby face, she looked very young.
A slight frown appeared on Shen Heng’s face.
“Are you sure you want to work as a housekeeper? What kind of work can you do?”
“I can do anything,” Song Tinghuan replied.
“I also know massage therapy. My parents own a massage parlor.”
Shen Heng’s brows relaxed slightly.
Knowing massage was indeed useful.
The doctor had said that his brother’s legs needed frequent massages. Otherwise, the prolonged lack of movement could cause muscle atrophy.
“Alright. Go hand things over with Auntie Wang first. She’ll explain your duties.”
Song Tinghuan nodded rapidly.
“Okay.”
Only after the two brothers entered the elevator and went upstairs did Auntie Wang speak to her.
“You’re still so young, and you’re even a university graduate. Why become a housekeeper of all things?”
Song Tinghuan looked embarrassed.
“Because I really couldn’t find any other proper job.”
The job market was terrible these days.
As an ordinary liberal arts graduate from an ordinary university, she had no good jobs to choose from.
Every time she opened the Boss recruitment app, she was flooded with media companies asking whether she wanted to become a livestream host.
In all of Jing City, the only company still seriously recruiting fresh graduates was probably the Changqing Group of the Shen Family.
She had submitted her résumé with a try-it-and-see attitude.
Unexpectedly, she had actually succeeded.
The only difference was that instead of the position she had originally applied for, she had been reassigned to a housekeeper role.
After hearing her explanation, Auntie Wang looked especially sympathetic.
“The work in the Shen Family isn’t busy. There’s a dishwasher for the dishes, a robot vacuum for cleaning, and people come to pick up the clothes for dry cleaning. You only need to prepare President Shen’s three daily meals.”
Leading her upstairs, Auntie Wang continued,
“President Shen usually eats by himself. You just clean up afterward. As for bathing and personal care, there are professional male caregivers who come to handle that, so you don’t need to worry about it.”
“Your bedroom is on the second floor. It has its own bathroom, balcony, and even a walk-in closet.”
Auntie Wang pointed across the hall.
“That’s President Shen’s bedroom. If he calls for you, you need to go immediately. Otherwise, accidents can happen easily. But President Shen rarely calls anyone.”
Song Tinghuan stared dumbfounded at the luxurious housekeeper’s room, which was larger than her entire home.
She truly was the Shen Family’s long-lost old servant!
“Auntie Wang, if this job is so easy and the salary is so high, why are you leaving?”
The moment she turned her head, she saw Auntie Wang already carrying a huge suitcase over one shoulder.
“My child, I’ve been through life. Let Auntie Wang give you a piece of advice.”
“The Shen Family is terrifying. If you can run away, do it as soon as possible!”
Leaving behind those words of warning, Auntie Wang strode away with her suitcase at remarkable speed.
From the earphones came Xu Nan’s nervous voice.
“Huanhuan, sweetheart, why don’t you just come home? Auntie can support you.”
“No.”
Song Tinghuan slowly shook her head, her tone profound.
“Can President Shen really be scarier than being poor?”
Xu Nan was speechless.
“Besides, he’s disabled. He’s part of a vulnerable group!”
Not only did Song Tinghuan feel no sympathy whatsoever—
She even licked the corner of her lips excitedly.
Meanwhile, on the third-floor terrace.
Shen Heng earnestly tried to persuade his brother.
“Brother, you’ve driven away at least eighty housekeepers by now, if not a hundred. Just let Song Tinghuan give it a try.”
The wind lifted the slightly long strands of hair across Shen Yuqing’s forehead.
His dark eyes were as hard and impenetrable as solid ink.
“Do whatever you want.”
“Within three days, I’ll make her leave of her own accord.”