Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

The host was asking for opinions, but for some reason, Song Dujuan felt a cool breeze blow into her neck when Qiao Lian'er said those words, making her body covered in goosebumps.

Besides, wasn't Qiao Lian'er supposed to be kind and benevolent? Why is she being made to kneel all the time?

She had already considered whether to have a death contract or a living contract before coming to the Qiao residence.

"The woman intends to sign a contract with no fixed term."

After Song Dujuan finished speaking, Song Guangdi looked at her suspiciously.

Is it reasonable for them to sign a fixed-term contract while she signed a flexible one? She didn't discuss the specific considerations with them beforehand.

Qiao Lian'er said, "Your uncle signed a death contract, while you signed a life contract. Don't you consider staying in the Qiao family forever like your uncle?"

The word "forever" seemed light and airy, yet it carried a chilling and ethereal feeling, causing Song Dujuan's brow to twitch.

Song Dujuan couldn't look up, but she felt Qiao Lian'er's gaze drift down on her, making her feel a chill run down her spine and a sense of oppression throughout her body.

The man sitting next to her seemed quite displeased, as if she had offended him.

A glance from the corner of Song Dujuan's eye caught sight of that noble, handsome, and otherworldly young man, which momentarily stunned her.

It must be a family of duke or higher rank that can cultivate such demeanor.

If she could marry into such a wealthy family, would she ever have to worry about anything in her life?

All of this requires stepping on the Qiao family as a stepping stone.

Song Dujuan suddenly felt a surge of energy.

She said respectfully, "I have long admired Princess Zhenguo's kindness and generosity, and naturally I admire her. However, I am a woman and will get married in the future, so I will not sign a fixed contract. If we can sign a longer-term contract, that would be the best."

"The contract requires a three-month trial period. If you are satisfied, you can extend it for a longer period," Qiao Lian'er said. "Wang Fu, take Guilan to Steward Chai to register. Let her start as a third-class maid."

Since Song Dujuan came here to enjoy a life of luxury, let her enjoy it to the fullest.

Song Dujuan knew that the maids in the mansion were divided into three classes, with the first class being the highest and the third class being the lowest, but she was not very clear about the specific division of labor.

Once they left the garden, she asked, "Father, what do third-class maids in the Qiao family do?"

Song Guangdi was still thinking about the living contract and the dead contract, his brow furrowed.

"What else can I do? Wash dishes in the kitchen, sweep the yard, wipe the pillars in the corridor—all rough work."

Song Dujuan's heart skipped a beat.

"Qiao Lian'er actually wants me to do these things."

"It's better than farming in the countryside, isn't it?" Song Guangdi said irritably.

Song Dujuan was displeased: "Dad, I am your daughter. You can go out to buy things and earn a few coins, but I have to do these rough jobs, and you say these sarcastic things."

She originally thought that she could serve Qiao Lian'er closely, and that would be her chance.

Once she gained Qiao Lian'er's trust, she would immediately bring in two more members of the Song family.

But with all this hard work, it's probably hard to even see her face normally.

Song Guangdi said in an unfriendly tone: "Then tell your father why he has to sign a death contract while you sign a life contract."

Earlier, Song Dujuan had them sign a death contract, explaining in great detail how it would allow them to be forever attached to the Qiao family, making it impossible for Qiao Lian'er to escape.

Therefore, Song Guangdi suspected that she was hiding something from him by doing this.

After all, the death pact is dangerous, and he can be killed or disposed of at will. He has to be careful until the Song family's identities are revealed.

If his daughter disregards even his life and death, then she is truly a filial daughter, a model of filial piety that will make everyone laugh.

"Father, how could you be so foolish? The reason I signed the contract was for everyone's sake." Song Dujuan wasn't afraid of Song Guangdi's question; she had already prepared a set of explanations.

"For my own good? Tell me, how is it for my own good?" Song Guangdi sneered.

“If you sign a life-or-death contract, you can stay in the Qiao family permanently. But if I sign a life-or-death contract now, it won’t be as convenient when the outside world needs me. This way is more flexible for me. Anyway, in the end, we will all stay in the Qiao family forever and take everything here into our own hands.”

"For me, no one has to sign a fixed contract, and no one has to sign a flexible contract."

"The most important thing is how to arrange things to maximize benefits."

Song Guangdi felt a little better: "Don't think about running away alone if anything happens."

"Dad, what are you saying?" Song Dujuan's tone turned angry upon hearing this: "I work so hard to plan for the family, and you, as my own father, doubt me."

"Alright, alright, I believe you," Song Guang said. "But you should tell your family about this beforehand. Just keep quiet and say that you want to sign a contract."

Song Dujuan said impatiently, "Anyway, everything I do is for this family. I make many decisions that require my own judgment."

"However, I absolutely cannot be a third-class maid; I must at least be able to have frequent contact with Qiao Lian'er."

She wasn't afraid of washing dishes or sweeping the floor; what she feared was being too far away from Qiao Lian'er, making it difficult to approach her and causing numerous problems for her subsequent plans.

“No one will dare to contradict Princess Zhenguo once she has made a decision, especially over something as trivial as this. Otherwise, you can forget about staying here. You should just accept it for now and we can figure out a solution later,” Song Guang said.

"If you behave more cleverly, you might become a second-class maid. A second-class maid assists a first-class maid in serving her master. At that time, your chances will be better."

Song Dujuan's brow twitched as she listened. She was supposed to be a mistress, but instead she was relegated to a third-class maid, a lowly position. It was impossible for her not to feel frustrated.

However, she's determined to rise above others in the future, so she might as well endure some setbacks along the way, since she'll get her money back with interest.

After registering with Steward Chai, a cook came over and led Song Dujuan into the kitchen.

Pointing to a large basin piled high with dirty bowls, she said, "You're new here, right? Guilan, you're new here, so you should do your job well. Wash this basin of bowls first."

"The washed dishes must not smell of soap."

When Song Dujuan saw that there were at least several hundred bowls, her expression changed.

"This is too much. It will take at least several hours to wash. My back will be ruined by the time I finish."

The cook, however, said with a stern face: "The newcomers will have to be tested. Today you'll wash hundreds of dishes by yourself, and tomorrow you'll have to clean the entire courtyard by yourself. Otherwise, you'll only be able to work as a maid, shoveling horse manure, living in a dormitory, and smelling people's stinky feet."

Song Dujuan had no choice but to grit her teeth and sit down to wash the dishes.

After washing dozens of dishes, she felt a slight ache in her lower back.

Looking at the sky outside, which had turned gloomy and gray without her noticing, she felt a sense of fear, as if entering this deep-walled compound meant only boundless oppression and suffocation.

The cook wasn't there, so a little maid sat down on a small stool to prepare vegetables. Song Dujuan asked, "Little sister, do all newcomers have to go through these tests?"