Xiaobing handed her a bathrobe.
“Missus, please come out after getting dressed!
I’ll do your makeup!”
Outside the bathroom was the dressing room.
And Xiaobing had already closed the door of the dressing room.
Outside the master bedroom, Xiaojin was helping Xiang Yimo clean up.
Zhong Lingling stepped out of the bathroom and found that Xiaobing was also holding a stack of clothes, which looked to be of particularly good quality.
“The bathroom floor is wet, Missus, please dress here!”
“I’ll do it myself!” Zhong Lingling took the clothes and started dressing with her back to Xiaobing.
A long sweater dress paired with skinny pants—although the pants seemed thin, they were actually very warm to wear.
Good clothes are just different.
The coat was a long red trench coat, and Xiaobing wrapped a black scarf around Zhong Lingling, who underwent a drastic transformation in temperament.
The once poor girl had suddenly become the young lady of a prestigious family.
With the addition of a pair of high-heeled boots, Zhong Lingling, who already had an excellent figure, looked even more stylish.
“Come, Missus, please take a seat.
Do you prefer light makeup, or something more glamorous?” Xiaobing asked.
“Xiaobing, you’re so skilled!
For someone so young, you know so much!
Uh, I like light makeup!”
“You flatter me, Missus.
Compared to the personal maid of the lady of the house, my makeup skills really aren’t worthy, but please don’t blame me if it’s not good!”
“How could I blame you, silly?”
“Missus, you’re so kind!”
Soon, the light makeup was done.
When she opened her eyes, Zhong Lingling couldn’t believe the woman in the mirror was herself.
Noble, elegant, innocent when needed, and dazzling when desired.
Her black hair was simply tied into a ponytail, which matched her outfit and looked very chic.
“Missus, are you satisfied?” Xiaobing asked timidly.
“I’m more than satisfied.
I just love this outfit and makeup.
Teach me when you have the time!”
“Really?
If you want to learn, Xiaobing is always here to teach you!”
“Hmm!” Zhong Lingling had thought that marrying into the Xiang Family would be a hard life.
But unexpectedly, the Xiang Family had arranged such a cute and competent maid for her.
It would be better to say that in Zhong Lingling’s heart, Xiaobing had already become a new friend.
From now on, Xiaobing might be the only person she could talk to.
“Xiaobing, when no one else is around, don’t call me Missus anymore, just call me Lingling!” Zhong Lingling got up from the dressing chair and spoke earnestly to Xiaobing.
“No, no, no!
Missus, how could I dare to do that?
If the master overheard, it could cost me my paycheck!
And in a serious case, I might even be fired!”
“Silly girl, didn’t I say, call me Lingling when there’s no one else around!” It seemed Xiaobing was often oppressed in this household.
It really wasn’t easy for a young girl to work out in the world, and becoming a maid in the Xiang Family required luck, as the salary was not low.
The maids, upon entry, were given professional training to serve their masters in every aspect, including diet and dressing.
They underwent at least six months of training at first and only after passing an assessment could they sign a contract to start working.
With such hard-earned jobs, everyone naturally treated them with caution, afraid of losing their positions.
Xiaobing was trained for eight months in the Xiang Family before she finally passed the assessment, and Zhong Lingling was the first mistress she genuinely served.
“Xiaobing, if you call me Missus again when we’re alone, I’ll get angry!” Zhong Lingling put her arm around Xiaobing’s shoulder.
The two were just like sisters.