Chapter Twenty-Two: Younger Brother, Cheng Yiran

  The courtyard in front of me, the villa in front of me, everything in front of me gives me a familiar feeling, strongly similar to a certain place in my memory. Of course, it's also very similar to Ye Chenyi's home, which just happens to be next door.

  How come I didn't notice this familiar place last time I came?

  I bit my lip and rang the doorbell.

  Facing the familiar house, I habitually waited a little longer, as if I knew that the other party would open the door late. I smiled to myself and secretly grasped the hem of my shirt tightly.

  The one who opened the door was a young boy with a head of untamed, shoulder-length hair, looking no more than a middle school student. His expression was languid, and his eyes were still heavy with sleepiness. I glanced at my watch, it was already past 10 o'clock. Logically speaking, someone of this age shouldn't be at home, right? They should be miserably repeating their mundane life in school. Of course, I have to say that I'm an exception.

  The young man raised an eyebrow in surprise after seeing me, with a look of astonishment on his face. It has to be said that people like him, Ye Chenyi and Xiuzhu who are very good-looking, make raising an eyebrow a very pleasing action. The person in front of me was neither as frail as Ye Chenyi nor as cunning and charming as Xiuzhu, but instead exuded a lazy and overbearing aura.

  My heart skipped a beat, then I bit my lip and said slowly: "Hello, I'm here to apply for the nanny position."

  The young man's eyes, like a wolf encountering its prey, stared at me tightly. He suddenly smiled complacently and stepped aside to invite me in. I looked at him suspiciously, muttering to myself. When did Cheng Yiran become so polite? Is this still the little scamp I knew?

  Don't be suspicious, this fourteen-year-old boy in front of you is indeed my biological younger brother, but for some reason, we didn't live together.

  I stepped inside, familiarly opening each room one by one, and surprisingly saw a beige-colored bedroom at the end of the second floor, giving off a warm and cozy feeling. This was my old room, and I couldn't believe it hadn't changed a bit. Some moving emotions welled up in my heart. Cheng Yiran leaned against the doorframe, lazily saying, "Sister, not bad, right?" I hesitated for a moment, furrowing my brow as I replied, "Young Master should still call me Xiao Fei; otherwise, it will bring me trouble." Trouble - how did I suddenly "pop" out with a younger brother?

  "Oh, is it? No big deal, titles aren't a problem. Let's just say that from now on, this young master will only call you 'sister' and nothing else."

  I stared at him speechlessly, there really are people with such a thick skin. If heaven allows it, I will definitely put this scoundrel in a bag and seal him to death, upholding justice for the heavens and eliminating harm for the people...

  Is it just Cheng Xiaofei? Can you bear to part with him? Of course... bear... to...

  Some things can't be said out loud.

  "My task is to come here every day and sweep the whole house clean, right?" I looked around calmly and said. But calm was just on the surface, my heart was actually turbulent, and I couldn't help but mutter to myself, how can such a big house be swept clean?

  Alas.

  I'm really digging my own grave.

  But is it really digging one's own grave? Perhaps by nature I have some doubts, furrowed my brow and asked: "Young master, may I ask, such a large house should have servants to clean, why would you specifically look for an ayi?" The more I think about it, the more suspicious it seems. The reactions of the class leader and the receptionist seem like they were prepared in advance, and from both emotional and rational perspectives, I should be suspicious.

  And it's actually so close to Ye Chenyi's home.

  Yi Ran furrowed his brow and scratched his hair, I sighed and asked the wrong person, he was not Ye Chenyi, who would be careful with everything.

  But unexpectedly, after pondering for several minutes, our young master Cheng finally muttered a few words.

  "I remember it was a woman who asked me to hire a short-term nanny, I didn't take it seriously and just agreed casually... Although he didn't say much, you can tell he's thinking carefully, look, even the usual 'Ben Shao Ye' wasn't mentioned."

  But his answer confirmed my guess, and it was indeed a small poem! I clearly remember that her name is "Fang Shiying"!

  Little poem, little poem, you have an ulterior motive.

  I let out a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but thank the heavens that my master is Cheng Yiran. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't even know how I'd die. But what's her ulterior motive? Even thinking about it with my toes tells me it has something to do with Ye Chenyi. Choosing a place right next to Ye Chenyi's house, the purpose is obvious, but I just don't know how she plans to carry it out.

  I shrugged and arranged for the young master to stay on the sofa and take a nap. I rolled up my sleeves and turned on the vacuum cleaner. Sweeping was really boring, so I casually asked, "Why isn't the young master in school now?" I remembered that he should be in his second year at Tianya Middle School, but hadn't heard about any recent holidays for the middle school department.

  Someone said indifferently: "Ah, this, going to school is too tiring, I'll just come back and rest."

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