Woman 30: I regained my life after divorce

Bai Yuechen's nursery was not very spacious, and with Peng Li and Xiao Song standing there, it felt particularly crowded.

"Xiao Song, you should go back. This is my job."

Peng Li repeatedly reminded him, trying to make Xiao Song give up.

Xiao Song believed that she had worked at the old house for much longer than the nanny Peng Li, so she considered herself Peng Li's senior and did not care at all that Peng Li was older than her.

“Aunt Peng, you have to take care of the young master every day, and I can see that you are working very hard. Please don’t be so polite with me. You should rest and let me take care of the young master.”

“I have experience taking care of children before and have worked as a postpartum nanny for several employers. I have some experience in taking care of children, so you can rest assured to leave it to me.”

Xiao Song casually fabricated lies, and what he said was a mixture of truth and falsehood.

The nanny, Peng Li, was very impatient. She didn't understand why Xiao Song insisted on going into the nursery and wanted to take good care of Bai Yuechen.

As fellow working professionals, Xiao Song's thoughts puzzled Peng Li, the nanny.

Everyone wants to find a place to play on their phone or sleep during their rest time, but Xiao Song is different, and the nanny gradually became wary of her.

“No, the young master must be taken care of by me. I am the top-notch nanny that Madam hired at a high price. I will not let anyone other than Madam and Master hold the young master.”

"I think you'd better leave quickly; I don't need any of your help."

Peng Li's attitude was firm, which prevented Xiao Song from having any further contact with Bai Yuechen.

Bai Yuechen, who was playing, opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Song, then lay obediently in Peng Li's arms.

Xiao Song gritted his teeth, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes before quickly disappearing.

“Aunt Peng, since you say so, I’ll go back to my room to rest now. If the young master needs any help, he can contact me anytime. I’d be happy to serve him.”

Faced with Peng Li's resistance, Xiao Song had no choice but to leave for the time being.

Not far from the nursery, seeing that no one was around, Xiao Song began to murmur softly.

"Heh, what kind of top-notch nanny is she? I think she's just a vulgar woman! She pays more than me, I think it's all a sham. Who knows what she might be doing to Bai Yuechen behind his back?"

Xiao Song had a dark side. Based on the information Wang Ma had previously revealed, he secretly guessed that the top-notch nanny in front of him was not a kind person at all.

A flash of inspiration struck Xiao Song, and a plan formed in his mind.

The work at the old house wasn't much for Xiao Song; it could be completed in just one morning, and the afternoons were basically the rest time for the people at the old house.

Xiao Song approached the old housekeeper and asked to go out for a while.

Without much thought, the old butler readily agreed to Xiao Song's request.

"Go early and come back early. I'll pretend you didn't ask for leave this time, and it won't use up your leave quota."

The old housekeeper was kind-hearted and didn't care at all why Xiao Song went out.

After leaving the old house, Xiao Song followed the route he remembered to a pharmacy.

Two people dressed as nurses were standing in the pharmacy; they were two staff members of the pharmacy.

Xiao Song was wearing a mask and a baseball cap, making it difficult for people to see her true face.

The two staff members who were chatting quickly stopped when they saw a guest enter, and greeted him with warm smiles.

"Welcome, welcome! What do you need? Let me get it for you."

The pharmacy wasn't big, but it had all kinds of medicines. After looking around, Xiao Song spoke to the pharmacy staff.

"I haven't been able to sleep well lately, could you prescribe some sleeping pills for me?"

Upon hearing this, the pharmacy staff spoke to her in a professional manner.

"Sleeping pills shouldn't be prescribed lightly; many are prescription drugs. Do you have a doctor's diagnosis for you?"

Xiao Song nodded; she understood what the pharmacy staff meant.

Sleeping pills are prescription drugs for treating mental illnesses that are controlled by the state, and under normal circumstances, only hospitals can prescribe them.

Xiao Song pretended to have a terrible headache and weakly made a plea.

"I have it, but I forgot to bring it. Could you please prescribe some medication that will help me get some rest, even if it's not sleeping pills...?"

The pharmacy was small, and the staff were very cautious; she could tell that Xiao Song was deliberately putting on an act.

Just to be on the safe side, the staff refused Xiao Song's request.

"We don't have the medicine you need. I think you should go to the hospital next to our store and have your doctor prescribe some for you."

Xiao Song was quite helpless, so he went out to hail a taxi and rushed to the hospital, managing to get a cheap appointment before the doctors went off duty.

By pretending to have trouble sleeping, Xiao Song easily obtained the sleeping pills prescribed by the doctor.

After picking up the medicine from the pharmacy, Xiao Song took the medicine directly out of the packaging and put it in his bag.

"Buying medicine is such a hassle! I absolutely can't waste it."

Xiao Song felt that this trip had been too much of a hassle, and feelings of dissatisfaction gradually rose in his heart.

In order to get back to the old house as soon as possible and not affect his work in the afternoon, Xiao Song took a taxi directly to the old house after leaving the hospital.

As soon as they entered the old house, Wang Ma saw Xiao Song's return and went up to greet him with great enthusiasm.

"Xiao Song, you're finally back! I have something to vent to you about!"

Faced with Wang Ma's words, Xiao Song nodded perfunctorily, silently walked to Wang Ma's side, and walked with her towards the living room.

Having spent a long time with Wang Ma, Xiao Song also understands Wang Ma's personality.

"Wang Ma, what's wrong now? Did that nanny upset you again?"

Wang Ma disliked Peng Li, the top-rated postpartum nanny, a fact that Xiao Song had known for a long time.

As for why she didn't like it, Wang Ma couldn't really explain it. She could only rely on a woman's intuition and felt that the "top-rated" nanny was not "top-rated" at all.

“Peng Li always keeps the young master in the nursery. You know, the room is so small. She might as well take the young master to the living room to play and walk around more.”

“Our old house has a lot of space. Let the young master look at other places more often, which will also help his eyes develop.”

Wang Ma had no children, so she had an inexplicable fondness for children.

Xiao Song lowered his eyes slightly, thinking to himself, "Just as I thought."

Wang Ma was absolutely right; Peng Li's way of taking care of children is indeed different from that of ordinary postpartum nannies.

"Wang Ma, you can tell these things to me, but you must not tell anyone else."

"This top-notch postpartum nanny was hired by the madam. The two of us are just housekeepers at the old house, so we don't really have much to say to each other."

Xiao Song pretended to be embarrassed and then stated his thoughts in a pretentious manner.