Graduating meant unemployment. To make ends meet, I decisively changed my degree on my resume to a high school diploma and threw myself into the housekeeping industry. However, on my first day on the job, I successfully witnessed a [Wealthy Family Feud]. The 9-year-old eldest daughter, in order to frame her 6-year-old brother, actually jumped down the stairs... 1 Of course, her little trick didn't succeed. Because, besides me seeing it. The surveillance cameras captured it clearly too. This eldest miss was fighting over something with her brother. When she couldn't win, she threw herself down the stairs. So, her mother, my employer, left her in the hospital without even a glance. And the other nannies in the house, disliking her viciousness, pushed the job of taking care of her onto me. Before I could even move into my dorm, I moved into the hospital first. She cried from dark until dawn, crying until my brain buzzed. I wanted to give up, but my negative bank balance told me otherwise. If I ran away, I wouldn't find such a good job again. Room and board included, and high salary. At least, at least stay until the debt is paid off. I could only try to infiltrate the circle of nanny aunties and learned some news from them. "Never seen such a bad kid. Her brother entered her room, so she deliberately set her own room on fire and framed her brother for it." "The cookies her dad brought back from abroad, her brother was ignorant and ate them first, she almost strangled her brother to death." "Usually, she can't stand her parents praising her brother. As long as they praise him, she definitely hits her brother." "Such a girl, if she were back in our hometown, she would have been beaten to death long ago." I felt very uncomfortable listening to this. Suddenly, a voice popped up behind me: "I am just such a vicious person, so what?" I was so scared that I dropped my phone on the ground. Turning around, I found her standing behind me, gnashing her teeth in hatred. A pair of beautiful eyes cried out of shape. She even wanted to kick me: "You, a servant, dare to arrange my words behind my back." "Believe it or not, I'll fire you." I dodged in time and avoided her kick. But she slipped and fell. Immediately, the crying was earth-shaking. I hurried to help her up, held her in my arms, and coaxed her carefully. I thought she would make a bigger scene. But she strangely calmed down. I looked down in surprise and saw her snuggling in my arms, looking obedient. When she found my gaze and met mine. She immediately lowered her head. Then she reacted and shouted at me fiercely: "What are you looking at." "Believe it or not, this miss will gouge out your eyes." At such a young age, why learn so many lines from TV dramas? I carried her back to the ward, laughing and crying, and pressed the call bell to summon the doctor to check on her. Good news, she's fine. Bad news, she shouted pain and insisted I rub it for her, or she would complain to the family. When Nanny Wang came to deliver food, she saw me rubbing her leg. My hands hurt from rubbing, alternating left and right. While one hand rubbed, the other was shaking. Nanny Wang put down the things and gave me a look. So I made an excuse to wash the dishes and went out to meet Nanny Wang. Nanny Wang opened her mouth and said, curling her lips in extreme disgust: "You hugged her this time, she will make a fuss if you don't hug her next time." I found it strange to hear. But I didn't agree with Nanny Wang's words, just gently retorted: "Children, aren't they just wanting kisses, hugs, and being lifted high?" 2 This wasn't a big deal. But Nanny Wang just looked at me with a half-smile, said nothing, and left. I was completely confused. Could only choose not to take Nanny Wang's words to heart. Anyway, as long as I maintain a diligent image in front of others, it's fine. I returned to the ward and fed my eldest miss. She indeed had an unusual squeamishness. Not only did she need me to feed her, but she also picked and chose: "Oh, I don't eat onions." "Why are there no chicken legs? They must have been eaten by Lucas." "I'm going to beat him up when I get back." I coaxed and persuaded her to eat: "Then you can't be picky eaters." "Balanced nutrition makes you strong enough to beat your brother." Hearing this, she immediately stared at me with round eyes: "Aren't you going to persuade me to yield to Lucas?" I looked innocent: "Why yield?" She frowned: "Everyone says so, because I'm the older sister." Saying this, a look of indignation appeared on her face: "Why?" "Yeah, why?" I guided her: "You are a few years older than him, you will be a few years older than him for a lifetime." "If you put it that way, don't you have to yield for a lifetime?" Hearing this, she suddenly became interested, looking at me with shining eyes: "Not bad, not bad, this miss appreciates you." "From now on, you are on my side." I found it funny listening, indeed a child. I mastered the method to handle her. Just hug her, tell her fairy tales, and agree with her. This eldest miss is actually not that hard to serve. After staying in the hospital for three days, the doctor issued a discharge notice after confirming she didn't have a concussion. I took her back home. The family had an invisible malice towards her arrival. Her mother frowned upon seeing her, hugged her little son, and turned away. Other nannies whispered when they saw her. Their eyes were filled with undisguised disgust and loathing. Just as she was about to throw the toy in her hand at someone, I immediately held her hand. Squatting down, I persuaded softly: "Don't you like the little bunny very much?" "Throwing the little bunny at people, the little bunny will hurt." Hearing this, she quickly hugged the little bunny in her arms and kept stroking it. I sighed secretly, both distressed for her and worried that she would cause trouble and implicate me. Heard that every time she caused trouble, a nanny was fired. I led her back to her room. Because she burned her room before, she now lived in a narrow utility room without even a window. Not a bit of light, and a strange smell. It is no exaggeration to say that my dorm is more than a little better than this. Strangely, she didn't show any discomfort, but put her bunny toy on the bed. Carefully covered the little bunny with a quilt. I opened the suitcase and organized the room for her. An uncomfortable voice came from above my head: "This is mom's punishment for me burning the room." "When she cools down, she will let me move back to my original room." "It's not that she doesn't like me." I looked up at this little girl. She tried hard to act indifferent and didn't look at me. But the hand clutching the quilt was very forceful. I pretended not to see her stubbornness and said casually: "Yeah, yeah, it's good that you know your mistake." "How dangerous it is to burn the room. If something happened to you, how would your mom face it?" From the corner of my eye, I saw her breathe a long sigh of relief. I think she also needs someone to affirm that her mother loves her, right? 3 The dark and damp room is really not suitable for living. Even if I clean it three times a day and use all the effective insect repellents, there are always some insect bite marks on her body. On her fair skin, the red and swollen marks are shocking, with faint blood under the skin. I persuaded her: "How about you sleep with me tonight?" "Living in the staff dorm with me, you are also being punished." She was obviously tempted, but she shook her head stubbornly: "No, I have to let mom cool down." "If I go to your place, mom will probably think I'm disobedient." Coincidentally, Nanny Liu passed by. She tsked disdainfully: "If you are really that sensible, why do you always anger your mom and beat your brother?" Hearing this, the little girl bit her lower lip, a look of grievance appearing on her face. Just when anger appeared on her face, I scolded Nanny Liu in time: "Nanny Liu, we are all workers. It's not good to ask about the employer's family affairs!" "Sir and Madam also don't like us pointing fingers at family affairs?" Hearing this, Nanny Liu snorted from her nose and walked away twisting her waist. I turned back to look at the little girl, only to see her eyebrows knitted together, large tears in her eyes. "I really want to listen to mom." "But, I really, really don't want to..." I hugged her, holding her tightly in my arms, telling her: "You are not wrong." "My miss is a very obedient and sensible child." "It's them who are unfair, always forcing miss to give up her rights." What she did was indeed a bit extreme. However, a little girl, unwilling to let her brother enter her room, had to resort to burning the room. Had to use the method of strangling her brother to get the right to share food equally with him. The ones who are wrong are clearly the parents~ I am just a housekeeping staff, certainly impossible to blame my employer. I can only try my best to make her live better. Decorate her room. Change to the cutest little bunny night light for her. Put jasmine flowers, let her fall asleep with the fragrance of flowers... Thunder rumbled in the middle of the night, and the temperature dropped suddenly. After being woken up, I saw a dark figure in the room. I screamed in fright. The other party screamed too. I turned on the night light. The little girl was looking at me holding a pillow, wearing a thin nightdress, her face pale from the cold. I quickly got up and pulled her onto the bed, wrapping her tightly in the quilt: "What's wrong?" "Why didn't you put on a coat? What if you catch a cold?" I couldn't help scolding her. She sobbed and told me: "The noise is so loud, I'm so scared." "I wanted to find mom." She hiccuped: "She was in Lucas's room and told me to get out." At this moment, for the first time, I felt a strong injustice for this girl. Even if she is competitive and sensitive. With such loud thunder, having coaxed one child, what's wrong with hugging another? I held her tightly, trying to pass the warmth from my body to her. The next day, when waking up. Her body was scorching hot. I hurried to take her to see a doctor. But she ran barefoot to her mother's room. Red all over, opening her arms, crying and shouting: "Mom, hug." I couldn't help but speak up: "Miss has a fever, can you..." I saw her mother's face change drastically, picking up things on the table and throwing them at her: "Get, get out." "Are you trying to infect your brother on purpose?" Then she actually sprayed alcohol spray at her fiercely. I was afraid the alcohol spray would get into her eyes. Quickly blocked in front of her, instantly getting wet on the back. The little girl and I were pulled out of the room by Nanny Wang and others. Her brother was in the room, held in Madam's arms, making faces at us. The room door closed ruthlessly. The little girl cried hoarsely, struggling with hands and feet, still calling for mom. In a moment of inattention, the nanny let go. She fell on the ground. She didn't act spoiled asking for hugs anymore. Instead, she crawled up, lying on the door, banging non-stop: "Mom." She cried so miserably that even the nannies' faces were moved. Whispering: "No matter what, she's biological. How can she be so cruel?" With a retch. She vomited. Vomited until her whole body convulsed, filth all over the floor. But even lying on the ground, curled up in a ball, she still called for mom. Ignoring the filth, I rushed up and held her in my arms: "Miss, I'll take you to the hospital." She had no strength to struggle anymore. Could only let me act. I took her to the hospital. It was a viral infection. If we came a little later, it would have developed into pneumonia. But it wasn't contagious. I told the employer the news here, but the other side told me coldly. "Then you stay with her in the hospital." "I'll increase your salary. Don't let her come back to harm people." 4 Her mother really hates her. Is it because of the second-born boy? Or is it because she really fights too much? Not that kind of good daughter? During her treatment in the hospital, she remained silent. Only her gaze was always cast outside the ward. I knew she was waiting for her mother to come. I could only lie to her: "You are sick, it will infect people." "Your mother is also afraid of getting sick. Do you want your mother to catch the disease?" I spat on myself secretly. Why join the army of gaslighting her? But she just asked me: "What about you? Why aren't you afraid?" I should tell her, because I took the money, this is my job. Should tell her even more, this money was paid by her mother, meaning my presence equals her mother's presence. Let her deceive herself, let her continue to live in the illusion that her mother still loves her. However, looking at her eyes that had lost their luster, I told her: "Because I love you." "So, I feel distressed for you, distressed that you are sick, distressed that you are uncomfortable." "I want to stay by your side. Even if I can't share the discomfort with you, I won't leave you here alone." She blushed on both cheeks, saying with a proud face: "You, what nonsense are you talking about?" "How could you, you are just a nanny..." Saying this, her expression dimmed: "Mom and Dad don't like me, let alone you." I gave her a most enthusiastic reply. Holding her, placing a kiss between her eyebrows. "Who said that? I really, really like you." "You will always fight for your rights." "Brave and sober, who wouldn't like that?" "Unless, it's someone thinking of taking advantage of you." I cupped her face, saying firmly to the bewildered her: "Don't expect love from such people. They don't deserve it." I stayed with her in the hospital for a month. This time when discharged, still no one came to pick her up. The difference is, she no longer had the expectation of the last time. Just a faint expression, which made my heart ache. However, upon returning home, I saw construction workers going in and out. The nanny told me: "Miss's room has been renovated, formaldehyde removed." "Getting so sick this time, Madam finally cooled down." I smiled hearing this. Looking at the little girl, her eyes also curved. However, when arriving at the door of her original room. Lucas had already moved in, rolling on the bed. Madam was beside, smiling and saying: "This one has the best ventilation and sunlight." "Living in a bad room makes it easy to get sick." I was stunned. The little girl stood blankly at the door. Madam happened to look over. The first glance at her biological daughter. She always frowned first and then spoke impatiently. She said: "This room will be used by your brother in the future." "This home will be your brother's in the future. The best things naturally should be left for him." I froze for a moment, then heard the little girl say gloomily: "Why?" "And, why is he the one inheriting the family business?" The little girl used a lot of force, pinching my hand until it hurt. I exclaimed in pain. Then heard Madam's exasperated voice: "Of course it will be your brother. Do you still want to fight for it?" Saying this, Madam's gaze moved to me, suddenly realizing: "So, this is your method to climb up." I looked blank. Then heard Madam say angrily: "I wondered why you, a university graduate, pretended to be a junior high graduate to be a little nanny here." "Turns out you want to incite my daughter to grab the family business and destroy our family relationship."
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