Woman 30: I regained my life after divorce

The next day, Xiao Song hurriedly woke up from his sleep.

"Madam, Madam, I will do my best to complete the task you assigned me today, but I'm afraid it will be hard on you all day."

Xiao Song was busy washing her face and brushing her teeth, trying her best to dress herself up so that she could show her best side when she met Bai Yunchuan later.

Zhou Xinyao was still sleeping when Xiao Song woke her up one after another. She opened her eyes groggily and looked in Xiao Song's direction.

"Xiao Song, isn't it too early? I think you should sleep a little longer?"

How could Xiao Song possibly listen to Zhou Xinyao's advice? He shook his head repeatedly, tidying his hair as he spoke to Zhou Xinyao, who was lying on the bed.

“Madam, I’m only thinking of you. If I go there later, you’ll be going home later. I hope you can reconcile with Mr. Bai soon and go back to the old house together.”

Xiao Song's words were full of hypocrisy, but to Zhou Xinyao, they sounded like nothing but boundless concern.

Bai Yuechen was still sleeping, and Zhou Xinyao, as his mother, didn't want the two of them talking to disturb Bai Yuechen's sleep.

Lowering her voice, Zhou Xinyao whispered a reminder.

"Everyone's at the old house today. Remember to buy a small cake for Wan Ning and bring it over. I'm afraid she might have a problem with me, so I'll make it up to her in a little way."

Zhou Xinyao, remembering that Liu Wanning was also resting at home today, quickly added.

Xiao Song didn't take it seriously and gave a perfunctory answer.

"Yes, madam, I've kept your reminder in mind, so please don't worry."

"It's still early, Madam, why don't you get some more sleep?"

Xiao Song didn't want to continue talking to Zhou Xinyao, so as not to delay her makeup.

In a rare good mood, Xiao Song happily left the hotel with her small shoulder bag on her back.

We got into a taxi and headed straight for the old house.

As for the things Zhou Xinyao had instructed, Xiao Song didn't care at all.

"Heh, it's just a small cake! I'm not going to give it to that brat Liu Wanning for you!"

Xiao Song said fiercely, then straightened his clothes and waited expectantly for the vehicle to arrive at its destination.

Along the way, the driver, bored, started chatting with Xiao Song.

"Young lady, you live in this neighborhood? I really envy you rich people who can live in the most prosperous area."

Xiao Song glanced guiltily out the window, and only spoke slowly after two seconds.

"Yes, my husband bought it, and it's just the two of us living there."

Xiao Song can make up lies easily; when he's out and about, all the identities he has are ones he gives himself.

Without revealing that she was just a nanny for a wealthy family, Xiao Song showed no remorse whatsoever to the driver.

Upon hearing this, the driver's eyes lit up, and he said with a look of envy.

"That's great. Your husband must be super rich to be able to buy a house in that neighborhood. I often pass by there, and that neighborhood is full of small villas. I bet you need tens of millions to buy a house there."

"For a working-class person like me, I probably wouldn't be able to save enough money to buy a house even if I worked hard for several lifetimes."

Xiao Song remained silent, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

That being said, in reality, Xiao Song was just a nanny, and the salary she paid wasn't even a fraction of Zhou Xinyao's daily allowance.

Jealousy gradually spread deep within Xiao Song's heart.

"Young lady, why did you take a taxi? Why don't rich people like you go out with a driver?"

The driver continued chatting, as if only talking to passengers could make his monotonous job more enjoyable.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Xiao Song's face, but Xiao Song was a thick-skinned person, and answered without blushing.

"My driver is off today. I went on vacation yesterday and just got back."

The driver didn't say anything after hearing that.

Xiao Song thought he had successfully made up a lie.

The driver, who had been driving for over ten years, was very helpful and quickly took Xiao Song to the entrance of the residential area where the old house was located.

"Take care, little girl."

Xiao Song smiled and said goodbye, but he didn't see the driver's disdainful expression after the car door closed.

"Heh, a woman pretending to be a rich man's wife, she actually thinks I believe everything!"

The driver was very experienced, picking up and dropping off dozens of passengers every day. He could tell a person's true character from their clothing and mannerisms.

Xiao Song was careless and didn't realize that the driver had seen through her.

"This girl is probably just an ordinary nanny, yet she dares to claim she's a rich man's wife. She's shameless!"

The more he recalled the events, the more disdain appeared on the driver's face.

Xiao Song walked on by himself, completely forgetting about the driver, who was just a stranger he passed by and wasn't worth remembering.

Upon arriving at the old house, Xiao Song gently knocked on the door.

The old butler came to the door and opened it. When he saw that it was Xiao Song, he was full of surprise.

"Xiao Song, why are you back? Where is Madam? Didn't she come back with you?"

Not seeing Zhou Xinyao, the old housekeeper's eyes were filled with doubt.

Xiao Song smiled, having already prepared his explanation.

"Isn't Madam having a tantrum with Mr. Bai? She said she wanted me to come to the old house to properly persuade Mr. Bai."

The old butler looked at Xiao Song with suspicion. After not seeing him for a while, Xiao Song's entire demeanor had changed dramatically.

Just yesterday, Xiao Song came to the old house with everyone, and today, when they met again, he left a new impression on the old housekeeper.

"In that case, please come in first. The young master is upstairs and will probably be down for breakfast in a while."

The old housekeeper led Xiao Song in. In the early morning, almost only the employees of the old house were awake.

When Wang Ma, who was having dinner, saw Xiao Song return, she waved happily.

"Xiao Song, come here quickly, I haven't seen you in so long."

Wang Ma was very happy. She and Xiao Song were the only two nannies here at the moment. In addition, there was also a top-notch postpartum nanny.

Due to their different roles, Wang Ma and the top-rated postpartum nanny had absolutely no communication whatsoever, and Wang Ma disliked the nanny completely.

Xiao Song walked over to Wang Ma's side, her eyes falling on the breakfast laid out on the dining table.

Wang Ma was a shrewd person; she immediately saw through Xiao Song's intentions and said with a smile.

"You're back so early, haven't you eaten yet? I'll make you some breakfast now."

Wang Ma worked quickly and efficiently, and soon prepared the breakfast that belonged to Xiao Song.

After the two finished eating, Xiao Song curiously inquired about the old house.

"Wang Ma, it's been a long time since Madam and I have been back. Has anything major happened at the old house?"